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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.]

Comments

[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.