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[gotyourwallet]

[The first sound to grace the airwaves was a yawn, moments later followed by a voice.]

I wake to find a storm on the borders, on the approach, it would seem. It might be in our best interests to not wander outside too much. A sandstorm is worse, but a dust storm, assuming that's what this even is, can be near choking.

[She might have lived through a few of those in her lifetime.]

What I want to know is wher--

[The question lingers as to just where the dust is coming from, but as she was about to ask, Vie noticed something... wasn't quite right. She switched to her native tongue, words more alert than those before.]

What in hell is that!?

[End transmission.]

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[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

Guess you'll just have to trust me.

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

Keep in mind, trust works both ways.

[She ties her own scarf and starts for the door.]

Come on then.

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

Ladies first.

[The scarf might be wrapped around his face but you can practically hear him grinning.]

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

If you insist.

[Not to be let down, Vie leads the way, wrapping her own scarf around her face as she goes. It doesn't take long to reach the main entrance. Once there, she cracks the door open and peers out. Already the dust has covered the floor on their side of the door.]

Last chance to turn back...

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

[Hawke steps beside her and readies himself.]

I danced with you didn't I? I can certainly do this.

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

Oh come on, you loved it.

[She takes his hand in hers, purely for the purpose of them not getting separated in the storm. Really. Her own affections have nothing to do with it. This is pure tactic.]

See you on the other side.

[And off she goes, head down and not letting go of Hawke's hand any time soon.]

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

Of course, I love making a fool of myself. I do it all the time.

[Once they're outside Hawke clutches her hand tightly. He won't lose her, not if he can help it.]

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[It's lucky for both of them that the Great Keep isn't all that far away. The dash from building to building is a quick one, but still enough to cover the pair in dust.

When Vie reaches the next doorway, she can already taste the mud in her mouth from breathing in the dust. Door closed and both of them inside, she pulls the scarf from her face and starts to cough.]

Well, that was... [COUGHCOUGHCOUGH] Fun.

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

[Once they're inside the scarf comes off. So this must be what it feels like when a cat coughs up a hairball.]

I've got dust in-[COUGH HACK]-places I didn't think it could get.

[He's so focused on trying to be able to breath again that he doesn't realize he's still clutching Vie's hand.]

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[She's not letting go either. Vie takes a moment to get her breathing under control before making an attempt to wipe some dust from her face with the cleaner side of the scarf.]

You didn't have to come.

[Forgive her voice being a little strained, Vie's throat is a rather dry from the dirty air.]

But thank you all the same.

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

I don't have to do a lot of things. Luckily I don't have enough common sense to keep me from doing them.

[By the Maker he won't be able to get the taste of dust out of his mouth for weeks.]

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[Vie smiles a bit and glances to his beard.]

Your beard looks red.

[She can't not be amused at that. Turning to move and walk away, the fact that she's still holding his hand comes to Vie's attention. Pausing, she looks from the hand to Hawke, unsure how to react or what he thinks of the whole ordeal.]

Ah.

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

What doesn't?

[His beard is going to get a good scrubbing after they get to the infirmary.

And Hawke follows her gaze. Oh right, he's still clinging to her. He releases his grip and grins at her.]

I guess we don't have to worry about getting lost now.