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[gotyourwallet]

To those of you I haven't met, my name is Vie. Should this name register familiar to any of you, please, I would like to know. 

[She falls silent. Vie can't help but feel a little silly.]

Once already I've encountered someone who knew me but I did not know him. And now I am left to wonder if my mind has been tampered with, or my memory, for that matter.

[This is a foolish venture. What can she hope to achieve from it? The names of more who know her but that she doesn't recall?]

My question, is if anyone else has had similar experiences, or if I'm on my own. However, if we come from different worlds, different lands, then who is to say that alternate realities do not exist? Fa'rein, I sound mad.

I am... wary of this place.

[And everyone in it.] 

Comments

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

I found a bar in the guard tower. Quiet and well stocked.

[She might have been spending a lot of time there, what say you?]

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

Please tell me it's not filled with the same poison that killed my tongue.

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

Do you really think I would go there if the drinks on offer tasted that bad? It's not great, but it's certainly drinkable.

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

I'm surprised you can still taste anything after that. Everything tastes like leather to me now.

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[She laughs.]

Well then, I guess my tastebuds are just stronger than yours. It's alright, Hawke. I won't tell anyone that a girl beat you...

[Teasing? Hell yes.]

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

[It's like dealing with Isabela, just minus the constant come-ons.]

Leather be damned! No one gets away with insulting my tastebuds!

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

You could always come for a drink, prove me wrong.

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

Looks like I have no choice then.

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

Call me when you're up for it.