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[ataashe]

Works for me. See you then, Boss.

[ataashe]

Yeah, they hatch about the size of a deer.

[ Bull chuckles, reaching to gently scratch her beneath the chin. The dragonling trills, stretching her neck so that he can reach more. ]

Couple of centuries and she'll be the size of some of these buildings.

[wingmate]

[ Wow, he can't even imagine the size of that egg right now. He leans forward, obviously fascinated by Dawnstone's reaction to scritches. ]

Kind of makes me glad I won't be around in a couple of centuries, and I mean that as respectfully as possible.

How do you keep her fed?

action.

[avaunt]

[ Part of him wishes he didn't have such control, part of him wishes he would throw it all to the wind and just─ Fuck. What a terrible thing to think, suited for someone as terrible as him. He might regret it later, but in this moment he can't quite find it in himself to care much.

Dorian breathes, inhale exhale, tongue absently darting out to lick his lips. Sit? He can sit, right. ]

Can I now? [ He asks with a breathy sort of laugh, thumb brushing over the sharp grooves of Bull's scars.

He climbs into Bull's lap not even a moment later, settling there comfortably, pressed against the Qunari's chest and kisses him again. Kisses him hard. ]

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[hilt]

[ Cassandra waits exactly where she promised she would remain at dawn break, once again returning to her armour and her sword and shield. The heavy weight is welcome, the smell of worn but sturdy leathers and metals. She missed this, the garb and weaponry of a warrior. ]

[ She looks forward to what Bull has promised her. Already her blood is rushing. ]