"[color=#2ecc40]Funny how a beast can love us more than we love ourselves, and we never really give them the credit of that, being so loyal and well.. unselfish with their love[/color]." She tilted her head over some, the tip of her ear along his neck now, so that at least one side of her face would stay warm for now. Later, she'd shift sides and get her other ear some relief from the cold. A glass broke downstairs and she jumped just a little, more reflex to grab a broom and start cleaning up, before it passed, the laughter and grumbling smoothing back over into rowdy singing and the easy nature of drunk, happy patrons. She had no doubt in her mind that come morning time the old man would have a lot to say at her about spending the entire evening locked in the room with a man, without a bit of coin to show for it.
She wasn't known to take lovers, so there would be the confusion at first, and then later, when she told him about the evening, even he wouldn't be able to fuss at her too terribly much. After all, he had fussed at her recently she couldn't stay at the Back Water her whole life, she had to settle for some dolt eventually and go raise his children, or keep his house. "[color=#2ecc40]So he keeps watch over all of us, the Maker saying since he was such a good dog to Andraste, he had to be a good dog for us all.[/color]" She breathed deeply, her little body filling out with air before she exhaled slowly, keeping her nose from getting too cold, of course when it got too cold, she would turn her head into his neck, to warm it back up, before looking back up again.
"[color=#2ecc40]Is there any up there for Shartan?[/color]" That was the part of the Chant she knew, religion hadn't really been a thing in the Inn, the Old Man of course knew the Chant. "[color=#2ecc40]He rose up beside Andraste, I wonder if he got to meet Sirius, that would have been a thing, wouldn't it? Having that smart dog there, and getting to pet it, all the time.[/color]" She liked the idea of a dog, they had the mouser that often left her dead mice and birds at the door of her cubby in the morning, and then would sleep under the stairs on her mattress all day long as she did chores. Funny little beast, but affectionate.
She let her eyes focus on where he was holding and supporting her wrist up, for her to sight along, and how large his hands were, compared to her little wrist, how easily his fingers would loop around, would gently keep her immobile there with him. She tilted her head back over, so that her forehead was touching his jaw, pulling their arms back down under the covers, and hugging that arm around her middle for a moment. "[color=#2ecc40]Did you grow up with a lot of tales like that?[/color]" She continued to look at the outline of the dog she was seeing in the sky now, happy to know that one, she hadn't know that bright one, brighter than the rest, had a name, and now, she had a name, and a story. And a selfish part of her, wanted more of them. More stories he could tell her, could teach her with. She felt a thirst for knowing things, when he was telling them. He told them in a way she could understand, and Mina appreciated that, more than she could voice.
She wasn't known to take lovers, so there would be the confusion at first, and then later, when she told him about the evening, even he wouldn't be able to fuss at her too terribly much. After all, he had fussed at her recently she couldn't stay at the Back Water her whole life, she had to settle for some dolt eventually and go raise his children, or keep his house. "[color=#2ecc40]So he keeps watch over all of us, the Maker saying since he was such a good dog to Andraste, he had to be a good dog for us all.[/color]" She breathed deeply, her little body filling out with air before she exhaled slowly, keeping her nose from getting too cold, of course when it got too cold, she would turn her head into his neck, to warm it back up, before looking back up again.
"[color=#2ecc40]Is there any up there for Shartan?[/color]" That was the part of the Chant she knew, religion hadn't really been a thing in the Inn, the Old Man of course knew the Chant. "[color=#2ecc40]He rose up beside Andraste, I wonder if he got to meet Sirius, that would have been a thing, wouldn't it? Having that smart dog there, and getting to pet it, all the time.[/color]" She liked the idea of a dog, they had the mouser that often left her dead mice and birds at the door of her cubby in the morning, and then would sleep under the stairs on her mattress all day long as she did chores. Funny little beast, but affectionate.
She let her eyes focus on where he was holding and supporting her wrist up, for her to sight along, and how large his hands were, compared to her little wrist, how easily his fingers would loop around, would gently keep her immobile there with him. She tilted her head back over, so that her forehead was touching his jaw, pulling their arms back down under the covers, and hugging that arm around her middle for a moment. "[color=#2ecc40]Did you grow up with a lot of tales like that?[/color]" She continued to look at the outline of the dog she was seeing in the sky now, happy to know that one, she hadn't know that bright one, brighter than the rest, had a name, and now, she had a name, and a story. And a selfish part of her, wanted more of them. More stories he could tell her, could teach her with. She felt a thirst for knowing things, when he was telling them. He told them in a way she could understand, and Mina appreciated that, more than she could voice.
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