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[hymnals]

Who: Adrasteius, yourself
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Bishop; wandering (teleporting around) the halls
When: now

[It's a comfort to know that his wife and children won't actually be missing him, that whenever he returns it'll be as though he never left at all--but only to a point. He still misses them, after all, and he feels their lack more acutely with each passing day.

His wife often left him for weeks at a time on military campaigns, but he's rarely been separated from his children for more than a few days. He'd already been apart from them for too long when he woke up here, due to the problems in Orgrimmar, but the full weight of their absence hadn't hit him until today. Something about the season, or the week, or perhaps it was nothing specific at all.

He sighs into the feed.]

So, anyone else got kids at home? I'm suddenly sick for mine.

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[forcemageure]

[ Narrative is just blithely ascribing to canon that Mabari live exceptionally long lives, by the way, since that's the only way the Hawke family dog can possibly be present. Anyway! ]

Thud. [ He has no compunction at all about whether or not Adra really wants to hear this. You have asked a Ferelden to talk about his dog, sir. You are doomed. ]

I could've gone with something more majestic, I suppose, but that's the sound effect that accompanies him every five minutes. Mabari are ...special. Bred with magic to be smarter than your average Templar, as a measuring stick that also means nothing to you. Anyway, the point is you don't just pick out a Mabari. One chooses you, or not at all.

[hymnals]

[Adra loves to hear about dogs.]

It doesn't, but I think I can guess at the essence of the term. Bred with magic?

[He waves his hand.]

Can they talk? One of my cats can talk.

[forcemageure]

[ He is Hawke's new best friend. And not 'nest,' as was initially written. ]

Good question! They're still more or less the standard doggy-dog, thinking about sticks and squirrels and all the important things in life, not complex mathematics. On the other hand they do understand what they're told, beyond the usual 'no' and 'down' and 'oh Maker, my leg, my leg' and all. I suppose the answer's yes, just...not in words.

Well, yet. Who knows what might come down the line.

[hymnals]

I have cats, some moths, some little dragons and things ... no dogs, though. Wait.

[He rubs his chin.] There is the pug. She kind of comes and goes on her own. Not out of any special intelligence, though. I think she just likes looking for new places to drag her butt.

[forcemageure]

[ Ah, butt dragging. Uniting dogs large and small across many worlds. Hawke is, of course, immediately distracted, because: ]

I'm sorry, I could have sworn you said you kept 'some little dragons' as pets.

[ Not to mention moths, but never mind. Predictably: DRAGONS?? ]

[hymnals]

Whelps. Most of them are too aggressive to stay in the house, but Moonflitter sleeps on the pillow sometimes.

[forcemageure]

Moonflitter.

[ It's possible he has never been more impressed in his life, except for that time Flemeth actually de-dragoned and then re-dragoned in front of him. ]

What do you do when they grow up? Don't they, you know, eat people and cause property damage?

[hymnals]

Ride them, if they're of a temperament to tolerate it.

[He shrugs.]

Some do. But more than enough don't. They're sentient beings, after all, some of the oldest and wisest in the world.

[forcemageure]

In that case they must be awfully good-natured. Letting you ride them and everything.

[ None of these things fit the description of dragons in Thedas. Although you can bet if they did Hawke would give his eyeteeth to ride one. ]