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who_is_she) wrote2014-12-19 03:52 am
who_is_she) wrote2014-12-19 03:52 am
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It was a good day. The weather was warm without being hot, and the roads were quiet and calm. Varric and Cole were on a survey, just the two of them, inspecting roads and landmarks for signs of bandits or worse. It was really more about Varric getting to spend some time with Cole than it was about fixing a serious problem. Varric had complained about not seeing Cole lately and being so busy, and Jean had suggested they take a couple of days together.
In any case, Varric was having a good time, hunting down bandits where they could be found and otherwise just enjoying the sights. It reminded him of the good old days in Kirkwall, when Hawke had just been a scruffy refugee who'd dropped into The Hanged Man occasionally to ask if Varric wanted to come along on whatever vaguely noble and hopefully profitable task he'd set his mind on. Not once had Varric said no.
Smiling to himself with Bianca a warm, heavy weight on his shoulder and Cole squatting down in the grass just ahead (no doubt he'd found a small animal to assist), Varric couldn't help but reflect on how happy he was, and how good his life was.
In any case, Varric was having a good time, hunting down bandits where they could be found and otherwise just enjoying the sights. It reminded him of the good old days in Kirkwall, when Hawke had just been a scruffy refugee who'd dropped into The Hanged Man occasionally to ask if Varric wanted to come along on whatever vaguely noble and hopefully profitable task he'd set his mind on. Not once had Varric said no.
Smiling to himself with Bianca a warm, heavy weight on his shoulder and Cole squatting down in the grass just ahead (no doubt he'd found a small animal to assist), Varric couldn't help but reflect on how happy he was, and how good his life was.