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On the road from Lydes
Aug. 9th, 2019 12:15 amSince leaving the inn and civilization behind, Bull has been pleased to find Dorian in his tent more often than not. The mage never says anything about it, of course, not in so many words. He simply makes sure to get his bed roll in before anyone else can offer to divy up sleeping arrangements. Varric complains that it's because Bull has a bigger tent while Lavellen just gives a knowing look and doesn't say anything at all. She's talked to Bull, a little, and he wonders if she's made excuses to talk to Dorian.
It doesn't matter.
They passed Verichel some time ago; they're near enough to Lake Celestine to catch glimpses of it.
Or they would, if it wasn't raining.
Bull sets up the tents after insisting everyone else stay under an outcrop - there's no reason for all of them to get soaked. He's tucked the smaller of the two tents on the way side of another outcrop, enough to keep some of the rain off of it. He sets his own up within sight of Lavellen's, beneath a copse of trees. All that's left is for the others to make a run for it. He doubts there will be any cranky attempts at a fire tonight, even from the mages.
Dorian has already disappeared into their tent and he can see a faint light from Lavellen's, illuminating her outline and Varric's. Bull considers a moment, then promptly strips out of his soaked clothes before he ducks into his tent.
It doesn't matter.
They passed Verichel some time ago; they're near enough to Lake Celestine to catch glimpses of it.
Or they would, if it wasn't raining.
Bull sets up the tents after insisting everyone else stay under an outcrop - there's no reason for all of them to get soaked. He's tucked the smaller of the two tents on the way side of another outcrop, enough to keep some of the rain off of it. He sets his own up within sight of Lavellen's, beneath a copse of trees. All that's left is for the others to make a run for it. He doubts there will be any cranky attempts at a fire tonight, even from the mages.
Dorian has already disappeared into their tent and he can see a faint light from Lavellen's, illuminating her outline and Varric's. Bull considers a moment, then promptly strips out of his soaked clothes before he ducks into his tent.
