Moira was listening in on the dwarven king, as he tried his hand at chatting with royalty. When Rorick spoke to her, she grinned, turning to face him. "Oh? There's enough left in me for a dance with both my boys." She teased, reaching out to squeeze the younger Aeducan's shoulder.
"He's... he's doing alright, he reminds me of your father, really." She'd known the late king during his early years, fresh-faced to the position, like the son behind of her. "He'll be alright, though. He didn't drink too much." She joked, softly.
Neither of Bhelen's boys looked like him, at least, neither of them had inherited their fathers' hair; something she'd be forever saddened by. "How're you holding up, Ro?" She kept up with all of her children, and though she lived with her dwarven sons in the dwarven stronghold, she travelled to see the rest, frequently. Her travels would take her all over Thedas, were she not resting after escaping the Deep Roads.
"He's... he's doing alright, he reminds me of your father, really." She'd known the late king during his early years, fresh-faced to the position, like the son behind of her. "He'll be alright, though. He didn't drink too much." She joked, softly.
Neither of Bhelen's boys looked like him, at least, neither of them had inherited their fathers' hair; something she'd be forever saddened by. "How're you holding up, Ro?" She kept up with all of her children, and though she lived with her dwarven sons in the dwarven stronghold, she travelled to see the rest, frequently. Her travels would take her all over Thedas, were she not resting after escaping the Deep Roads.
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