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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]

[ 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. ]