[For a moment, Hawke shifted when the mabari approached, but... it seemed only curious, not dangerous. Not trained like the "Doglords" in the slums had trained theirs, so she knelt to offer her hands to it, open.
These creatures were far too smart, from what she'd seen, for her to treat it with anything less than respect. Getting to see one up close that wasn't trying to rip her throat out was wonderful.
At the sound of the other's voice, she looked up. An elf. And a mage. Not Dalish, by the clothes.]
Hawke?
I mean, if we're both somewhere, there's always "Garrett" and "Marian," I guess.
[But, well. It's been a long time since someone called her by her first name who wasn't family.]
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These creatures were far too smart, from what she'd seen, for her to treat it with anything less than respect. Getting to see one up close that wasn't trying to rip her throat out was wonderful.
At the sound of the other's voice, she looked up. An elf. And a mage. Not Dalish, by the clothes.]
Hawke?
I mean, if we're both somewhere, there's always "Garrett" and "Marian," I guess.
[But, well. It's been a long time since someone called her by her first name who wasn't family.]