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[thebloodiesthands]

The noble hound barks and the fair maiden laughs, and Maker, we offer up thanks unto forever for the creation of dogs, Sairey thinks as she giggles and places the garland solemnly on his head.

"There. Very handsome."

Laughing forces her to breath, and the mabari acting as silly as only dogs can, makes the smile linger on her face.

"Besides, And there's Andraste's mabari, By the Holy Prophet's side.In the fight against Tevinter, That dog would never hide. They say the Maker sent him special..."

Sairey's singing, as sweet and trained as any Chantry chorister, trails off and she gives Teo another smile. "Our Lady was a good Fereldan woman, I'm sure no one here'd think it strange if the celebration is for him."

It's not that she's tipsy, for she's not. But she feels giddy like she is, and there's a faint desperation beating at her heart.

Like me, it whispers. You're family, Marian Hawke who is the daughter of Leandra Amell, first cousin to my mama. You're family. I'm running a risk to meet you.

Please like me. Please let this be worth it.

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[questionablewit]

Inwardly Hawke doubts if Andraste was Ferelden, had a dog, or possibly even ever existed, though she has met more unlikely things. But they're playing a part and saying any of those things out loud here and now would definitely not be smart.

She gives Sairey a friendly smile, both real and part of the role. "You have a nice voice." And continues, as though it's a change in the topic. "Do you live here, or are you just visiting for the festivities? I've never been to Amaranthine before. I didn't think it'd be this crowded, even for Andraste."

Really she just wants to move things along as naturally as possible to getting the two of them out of here, somewhere not public, somewhere private, somewhere where she can ask a hell of a lot of questions. And probably answer even more questions, which is fair enough.

is okay! the slowtime tango continues on

[thebloodiesthands]

Sairey had been raised by the Chantry as much as by the older mages. Before that, she'd believed with the unthinking wonder of a child. After, well. It's gotten increasingly complicated, hasn't it? But for all that, she believes Andraste a real person, and from the land that became Ferelden, so there'd been no guile in her words to Teo.

The smile her cousin has is nice, and warms Sairey in ways that hurt. Family.

"It's all busy this year," she admits with a rueful sigh. "More than normal, although it's never been much quieter than this. So..." She gets up and walks closer to the woman who is her cousin.

She's a strong woman, is Marian Hawke. Solid in the ways warriors tend to be, unlike her own plumpness. Sairey is admittedly stronger, fitter than she appears, but still. She's always been a plump girl and she enjoys her food, and standing this close to Marion with her strong hands and fighter's balance, she can't help but contrast them. She can't help but hope that Marian won't think less of her for being soft. Some warriors do.

"My lodgings aren't far from here. They have the most divine apple cider, and there's a good view of the street festivities. Innkeeper owes me. So it might all be less overwhelming for an out of towner."

Her whisper in the middle of her statement is true enough. The innkeeper does owe Sairey. She'd helped the woman survive along with her child five years ago, and although Sairey would never ask for payment the Maude had insisted. She'd been true and discreet ever since.

[questionablewit]

"How could I turn down divine apple cider during Andraste's own celebration?" Hawke drawls, grinning with amusement. She doesn't make even a flicker of a reaction to the aside, though she notes it, and it's a relief to hear. They can both use all the advantages and allies they can get. "Lead the way, please. I'll stand you a few drinks and a meal as thanks, if you like."

[thebloodiesthands]

"Oh, I never say no to offers of free food," Sairey says with a smile. It's a lie; she has, and frequently. But the sentiment behind it is true enough, accepting an offer when given in good faith as a way of smoothing social niceties. Even now, years out of the circle, she sometimes has to study up on those.

Etiquette books are amazingly helpful.

Sairey leads Marian and Teo without incident to the inn, chattering occasionally about the city they are walking through. Never enough to be truly distracting, but enough to seem the part of someone talking to a friend. Once inside the inn - nice enough, the kind for artisan pilgrims and the lower class of merchant - she pulls aside a dwarven serving girl for her cousin to order from, and then leads her upstairs. The room is small, but not cramped, with an open window and a window seat. As Sairey had said, there's a good view of the street. There is also access to the roof next-door, if one were athletically inclined.

Sairey sits at the window seat, and pauses. Suddenly, she's unsure of what to do with her hands. Instead, she just looks up at Marian with slightly wide-eyes.

"So. Um. Hi."