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Feelings "Fenris?" Kyah shouted into the seemingly empty mansion. It was extremely dark in the frontroom, the only things Kyah could see were the outlines of corpses and the vague outline of the stairs. "Yes?" He replied from the dark of the mansion. He came sprinting out of his room and vaulted over the railing of the stairs in front of Kyah. She jumped a little on the force of his landing and stumbled over a body but Fenris caught her before she hit the ground. "Isabela told you I wanted to speak correct? Follow me, or at least try to keep up." He spun around and jumped up the steps. Kyah sighed and followed more hesitantly and felt her way forward with her foot, reaching for the railing and resisting the urge to light the way with magic. Magic around Fenris was tricky, although he said he didn't mind it Kyah knew better, she saw him give her dirty looks when she, Anders or Merrill cast a spell simply for a glass of water or to light a tor
Jealousy "You know I really regret this idea." A half-naked Kyah whisperred to Anders from where they sat in The Hanged Man. Playing strip-poker was never a good is idea with Isabela but this time Kyah thought the pirate might be stacking the cards. Kyah, Fenris and Anders seemed to be getting the shit-end of the stick right now Kyah only wearing a few undergarments while Fenris was nearly naked. Isabela was eyeing him with intrest. Anders wasn't doing much better but he at least had pants. "I'm going to leave before Isabela says something she shouldn't." Fenris grimaced and picked his clothes out of the growing pile. Isabela winked as he tugged on the necessities and slipped out the door. Merrill hiccuped and Aveline tugged her pint away. "Nooo!" She wailed scrabbling after Aveline who scrambled to return Merrill's ale. Varric laughed drunkedly. Nodding to Anders the two mages pulled the own items out and ducked
Anything For You, Hawke It was a warm afternoon in Kirkwall, heat not quite as bad as usually. A colder front most be moving in. Kyah Hawke wandered aimlessly around the caravans and shops littering Hightown. Anders, Merrill and Isabela milled aimlessly by her side, while Fenris stayed torwards the back pestered by a rather chatty Varric. Kyah ran her fingers along the browning pages of an open romance novel, scanning the paragraphs, she had been dieing for a good book... "And Fredrik sweeeped his new bride into his arms planting a kiss on her lips! 'I could stay lile this forever', he murmured into Veronica's blushing ears.'" Ander's voice startled her. "Why I had no idea you read romance novels, Hawke." He chuckled picking up the book, almost at once his eyes widened innocently. "My, my aren't we naughty!?" Kyah blushed unaware of what he was reading. Isabela rushed up behind him and stood on her tip-toes to read over his shoulder. "Oh!