So... You Live Here?

Uhhhhh… he wasn’t sure if now was the time to out himself as one of those Fereldens, but the way Daci was grinning at him… Sure I know lots of Fereldens. I’m Ferelden. Annnnnd that was that. Well. Shit. Not for the first time he swore he heard Morrigan’s squawking at him for being so dense… among other things and Alastair swatted irritable at the invisible voice, making a face at it. It wasn’t like he’d thought about it. Which was exactly what the voice was screeching at him for not doing.

He sighed.

There really was a reason why Elanna had always been the front and center one.

He just wasn’t any good at this!

Me? Into politics? He chuckled then, shifting his grip on the buckets of water he was suddenly carrying. That seemed a better choice than remaining empty handed while the other woman was doing her part. He didn’t want to get thumped and he knew she wasn’t above doing said thumping. No. Maker, no. I’m about as political as a slug, and that’s an insult to the poor slug. But it hadn’t stopped the Landsmeet from forcing the issue, or Arl Eamon and Arl Teagan from trying to teach him.

Really, they should’ve made that harpy Anora queen. She’d have done plenty better.

I had some folks try and teach me… try and make me… but that didn’t turn out so well. He smiled, gesturing up towards his head. Thick skull, good for taking hits and keeping out unwanted information. He raised his brows at her. I know you don’t really care for politics, but you any good at them?