Bull feels a swell in his chest when Dorian makes an effort to pick up a disappointed youngster, letting the heavy-set Qunari child sit on his shoulders. He would kiss him if he could. And he can't help but smile when the child grabs the little boy's foot, giving him courage.
He looks at Dorian again and smiles small. "I think I'm rather memorable," he says with a wry look. Missing one eye, massive, unique horns. How could anyone, even among his own people, mistake him? "And... perhaps I spend some time with them."
If he were a woman, he would be a tamassran, it's as simple as that. But he isn't, and so he can't be. Bull reaches up to steady the little girl happily flexing her legs on his shoulder as she bounces in place. He doesn't interrupt the tamassrans' duties, but whenever the children are out and about playing, and when he does not have anything pressing to do, he likes to be around them.
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He looks at Dorian again and smiles small. "I think I'm rather memorable," he says with a wry look. Missing one eye, massive, unique horns. How could anyone, even among his own people, mistake him? "And... perhaps I spend some time with them."
If he were a woman, he would be a tamassran, it's as simple as that. But he isn't, and so he can't be. Bull reaches up to steady the little girl happily flexing her legs on his shoulder as she bounces in place. He doesn't interrupt the tamassrans' duties, but whenever the children are out and about playing, and when he does not have anything pressing to do, he likes to be around them.