Oh, the usual - 'Alistair, be serious'; 'Alistair don't touch that'; 'Alistair you talk too much'. [Scolding might have been a better word but there had been shouting in there too. Mostly if they include his childhood and training. There hasn't been a whole lot of shouting from the party admittedly. Morrigan isn't the shouty type and neither is Aedan, though whether bitchy is much better is open to discussion.]
A young one would fit and then I could raise it to be a vicious slayer of darkspawn!
[Yeah, he's totally running right back to his room to try it first chance he gets now. A baby griffon of his very own would make up for just about everything.]
Hmm, I'll consider it. It would have to be someone pretty big to dress as the archdemon though. It has to be an impressive battle, nothing too easy to win or my legend won't be near as... legendary.
[He'll happily do without the darkspawn too. Hopefully for as long as they're here. The people who have said they could show up here could easily be wrong about that one. If they're lucky.
Stepping inside the chapel Alistair looks around, surprise clear on his face. He should be used to how the mansion just doesn't make any kind of sense and is totally impossible by now but that sort of thing can still take a man by surprise. He'd thought she might have just taken an empty room and put some candles and things around but this would be right at home in Ferelden. He could almost pretend he's back there if he doesn't look outside.... He hadn't quite realised how much he misses it.
At her reminder of his role in all this he grins, happy to be distracted from such thoughts, and responds primly-] It will do I suppose. Now, where are my robes? [No, wait, she might actually get some.] ...I like it.
[Turning back to Robyn he pauses at her expression, smile fading as he listens quietly.]
I do understand. Or I think I do. [Stepping closer to her he reaches out before stopping uncertainly, his hand hovering between them.] Even talking to people from home can be too much. [Hearing about what was supposed to happen in the future and who people thought you were supposed to be - both in the literal sense for her and the figurative sense for him. It could get to anyone.] And then there's all the others and they act like things I've never even heard of before are normal and- [He shrugs and looks away, back around the chapel again.]
It's nice to know there's somewhere to get away from it all.
[Whether that be in prayer or something else entirely.]
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A young one would fit and then I could raise it to be a vicious slayer of darkspawn!
[Yeah, he's totally running right back to his room to try it first chance he gets now. A baby griffon of his very own would make up for just about everything.]
Hmm, I'll consider it. It would have to be someone pretty big to dress as the archdemon though. It has to be an impressive battle, nothing too easy to win or my legend won't be near as... legendary.
[He'll happily do without the darkspawn too. Hopefully for as long as they're here. The people who have said they could show up here could easily be wrong about that one. If they're lucky.
Stepping inside the chapel Alistair looks around, surprise clear on his face. He should be used to how the mansion just doesn't make any kind of sense and is totally impossible by now but that sort of thing can still take a man by surprise. He'd thought she might have just taken an empty room and put some candles and things around but this would be right at home in Ferelden. He could almost pretend he's back there if he doesn't look outside.... He hadn't quite realised how much he misses it.
At her reminder of his role in all this he grins, happy to be distracted from such thoughts, and responds primly-] It will do I suppose. Now, where are my robes? [No, wait, she might actually get some.] ...I like it.
[Turning back to Robyn he pauses at her expression, smile fading as he listens quietly.]
I do understand. Or I think I do. [Stepping closer to her he reaches out before stopping uncertainly, his hand hovering between them.] Even talking to people from home can be too much. [Hearing about what was supposed to happen in the future and who people thought you were supposed to be - both in the literal sense for her and the figurative sense for him. It could get to anyone.] And then there's all the others and they act like things I've never even heard of before are normal and- [He shrugs and looks away, back around the chapel again.]
It's nice to know there's somewhere to get away from it all.
[Whether that be in prayer or something else entirely.]