I've wondered what would happen if these two met, but they never had a chancetry_winging_itSeptember 17 2011, 02:33:28 UTC
Hawke was annoyed.
Her mother didn't pressure her. Not exactly. Leandra knew better, given her own history. It was more that Leandra hoped that the more people Hawke met, the more likely it was that she'd fall madly in love with one of them and settle down and stop going on mad quests that put her in danger. Hawke suspected that last was really the heart of it: Leandra was terrified of losing another child as she'd lost Carver.
So Hawke gritted her teeth and played along, to an extent. Her mother's happiness was important to her, but that didn't make it any easier when Leandra "suggested" that she go talk to that surly-looking fellow with the biceps of an archer, who was apparently the son of an important Ferelden house. Hawke sighed, but complied, walking over.
She wasn't obedient enough to stick to proper conversational topics, however.
LOL Chaos? Destruction? People falling to their knees and praying to the Maker for deliverance?howe_its_doneSeptember 17 2011, 02:38:01 UTC
"That depends doesn't it." Nathaniel grunted back, turning to look at the woman beside him. She was lovely looking which surprised him as to why she might have come over to talk to him. Most beautiful women avoided him, "How happy are you to be here, Lady?"
Probably nothing THAT drastic! Though it could be arranged. ;)try_winging_itSeptember 17 2011, 18:50:44 UTC
"Not very," Hawke said straightforwardly. "These parties are mind-numbingly boring at best and sickening at worst. There's usually good food and good wine, and if you're very lucky it's possible to find good company, but for the most part it's all small talk, political manuverings, and underacknowledged marriage negotiations." She grinned. "Since I prefer to speak my mind and have no interest in marriage yet, it leaves me without much to do. And you? How do you amuse yourself at events like this, when you can?"
I'm sure it could xDhowe_its_doneSeptember 18 2011, 02:07:53 UTC
"I imagine shooting arrows into people." Nate responds, leaning back against the wall and sipping his wine. "Or I read lips and imagine what they're really thinking behind the false smiles."
They should probably behave themselves and not wreck the party. Probably.try_winging_itSeptember 18 2011, 21:56:00 UTC
Hawke looked impressed. "You can read lips? Useful trick, though I can think of better places to use it than here. Bad enough to listen to one set of conversations in this place without listening to one and reading another." She grinned and held out a hand for him to shake, if he wished. "I'm Hawke. Thought you were an archer. You've got the arms for it."
Her mother didn't pressure her. Not exactly. Leandra knew better, given her own history. It was more that Leandra hoped that the more people Hawke met, the more likely it was that she'd fall madly in love with one of them and settle down and stop going on mad quests that put her in danger. Hawke suspected that last was really the heart of it: Leandra was terrified of losing another child as she'd lost Carver.
So Hawke gritted her teeth and played along, to an extent. Her mother's happiness was important to her, but that didn't make it any easier when Leandra "suggested" that she go talk to that surly-looking fellow with the biceps of an archer, who was apparently the son of an important Ferelden house. Hawke sighed, but complied, walking over.
She wasn't obedient enough to stick to proper conversational topics, however.
"So, you look about as happy to be here as I am."
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