”Don’t we all.” Tiberius let go of her, resigned. He could hardly browbeat Lyric into using her magic one day and then deny her the chance on the very next. Well – he could – but even he wasn’t that much of an arsehole. Most of the time.
Still, it was a little odd to watch her befriend the wolfdog with a spell. People tended to shout and call the templars when you did that to other people, even in Tevinter. It was a little creepy, to be honest. He stayed rooted to the spot, pensively watching the proceedings.
”What? You can’t be serious.” Inhumane? No, that would be leaving it to die in the trap. Now that it was free and mended it could go back to doing … Whatever the fuck wild dogs did. There was no one this far out in the countryside – hadn’t been in a long time. This dog was young, not quite grown into its frankly humongous paws.
”Lyric, we don’t even have food for it.” Didn’t dogs need to eat meat? Tiberius did not, and the provisions he’d arranged were naturally according to his tastes. He sighed, judging by her face and this entire outburst that this was a fight that he wasn’t about to win easily. ”Fiiiine. We’ll figure something out."
Better not to leave anything to the Blight. As someone that most often fought with open, self-inflicted wounds … Well, darkspawn were a terror to consider. He trudged back through the trees, dismissing the spell that cloaked their carriage. After opening the door, he turned back to Lyric and the dog, sitting on the steps.
”Listen, puppy. Your passengers aren’t welcome.” He offered his hand to the creature, glancing up at Lyric in mild disgust at smelly dog breath and the wet nose bumping cautiously into his palm. Resting his hand on its head, he cast a precise by very weak draining spell. The animal’s parasite burden expired all at once, many tiny deaths. Standing again, he motioned for Lyric to get in, helping the dog in after her.
”It’s, uhh … I think it’s a girl. What do you want to call her?”
Still, it was a little odd to watch her befriend the wolfdog with a spell. People tended to shout and call the templars when you did that to other people, even in Tevinter. It was a little creepy, to be honest. He stayed rooted to the spot, pensively watching the proceedings.
”What? You can’t be serious.” Inhumane? No, that would be leaving it to die in the trap. Now that it was free and mended it could go back to doing … Whatever the fuck wild dogs did. There was no one this far out in the countryside – hadn’t been in a long time. This dog was young, not quite grown into its frankly humongous paws.
”Lyric, we don’t even have food for it.” Didn’t dogs need to eat meat? Tiberius did not, and the provisions he’d arranged were naturally according to his tastes. He sighed, judging by her face and this entire outburst that this was a fight that he wasn’t about to win easily. ”Fiiiine. We’ll figure something out."
Better not to leave anything to the Blight. As someone that most often fought with open, self-inflicted wounds … Well, darkspawn were a terror to consider. He trudged back through the trees, dismissing the spell that cloaked their carriage. After opening the door, he turned back to Lyric and the dog, sitting on the steps.
”Listen, puppy. Your passengers aren’t welcome.” He offered his hand to the creature, glancing up at Lyric in mild disgust at smelly dog breath and the wet nose bumping cautiously into his palm. Resting his hand on its head, he cast a precise by very weak draining spell. The animal’s parasite burden expired all at once, many tiny deaths. Standing again, he motioned for Lyric to get in, helping the dog in after her.
”It’s, uhh … I think it’s a girl. What do you want to call her?”
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