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[brynkitten]

[Bryn had circled the perimeter of the immense Keep twice before finally opening up her journal. It was still strange to communicate with others this way, but she couldn't deny its convenience, especially when there was something pressing to share with the others.

Carefully, she pressed her fingers to a blank page and began to speak. She looks disturbed and uncertain, to say the least.]

This sounds like a strange question, I realize but...has anyone who's been outside seen the sun at all?

[They were in another world, but surely this place had a sun, didn't it?]

Based on the direction my shadow is going, I can guess at where it should be...but there's nothing in the sky.

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[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

[Thankfully Hawke isn't using video, not that he can even figure out how to get those moving pictures to work, because he's close to bursting into a fit of laughter at her reactions.]

With as many statues of Andraste there are in Kirkwall it's hard not to notice. The Maker must truly be a tit man.

[brynkitten]

[You're an evil man, Hawke. Poor Bryn has no idea how to hold herself in a conversation like this.]

This really...isn't appropriate I think.

[Why is he focusing so much on this woman's breasts? It makes Bryn feel positively inadequate.]

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

[Why? Because dear Bryn, he loves your reactions.]

Would you prefer I talk about her legs instead?

[brynkitten]

[She holds back a sigh, barely. Instead, she turns away a moment and rubs her forehead, eyes closed.

Then she turns back.]

That might be better, yes.

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

They're quite wonderful as well, and so very shapely.

[brynkitten]

[It's not better. She's afraid to see what he'll say about those shapely legs, given free rein.]

You know, the sun is still missing!

[Yes, she sounds a little desperate to change the subject.]

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

So it seems, but there's not much I can do about that. Besides your the one who wanted to know more about Andraste's tits and legs.

[Sorry Bryn but escape is not that easy.]

[brynkitten]

[Cue more sputtering. Congratulations Hawke, you've broken her. Bryn goes red in the face.]

I did not! I just said one thing and you just...you rhapsodized about this Andraste. I don't even know who she is!

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

[And point goes to Hawke.]

She's the prophet and bride of the Maker. Forgive me for honoring one of the most important people in Thedas' history.

[In all the wrong ways.]

[brynkitten]

[Bryn is so confused. What?]

This is how you honor her?

[Did she step on some sort of cultural differences? Oh god.]

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

Of course! How else should I honor her?

[Don't laugh don't laugh don't laugh.]

[brynkitten]

[Have some silence. Bryn is incredulous.]

Excuse me, I didn't realize...

[She doesn't quite believe this but she's not going to call the man a liar when she's not sure.

Can they please talk about something else? Anything else that has nothing to do with Andraste and how to properly honor her?]

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

Then perhaps you should wait a moment before assuming the worst.

[He does his best to sound insulted. Thank the Maker Aveline isn't here otherwise she would be choking him right now.]</i.

[brynkitten]

I...I didn't assume the worst I just...was uncomfortable discussing the merits of some woman's bodily attributes.

[Defensive Bryn is defensive. What do you expect?]

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

There's no better way to honor someone on Thedas than to admire their body. In fact it's an insult not to.

[Oh Bryn, he would feel sorry for you if this weren't so much fun.]

[brynkitten]

I see.

[She is not from Thedas or in Thedas. Don't expect her to join you in this, strange man.]

We don't follow the same ah, things, back home.

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

Really now? Then how do you go about showing respect? Groping the other person?

[Because that is of course the logical choice.]

[brynkitten]

[By this point, Bryn is getting a little exasperated.

Her hand goes to her forehead and she shakes her head, speaking in a flat tone.]

Yes, of course, because nothing else would seem logical would it?

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

That sounds delightful. I can't wait to meet.

[You just can't give him an opening like that.]

[brynkitten]

[Bryn's eyes widen, large as saucer plates.]

No! That wasn't...I didn't mean that it was...we do not honor each other that way.

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

[If Hawke's grin was any wider it would split his face in half.]

Now that's a terrible shame. Public snogging then? Normally we save that for only special occasions.

[Hawke is playing a new game. It's called "Just How Red Can You Make Bryn's Face?"]

I would feel bad for Bryn if I wasn't so amused...

[brynkitten]

[You are a bad man, Hawke, and you should feel bad. She has no idea what snogging is but it sounds dirty.

Bryn is completely flustered and it shows.]

I don't know what tha--We honor people by...by speaking well of them. We have dinners or parties to celebrate. Those sorts of intimacies are for the people who are...together. Involved.

[Or in Bryn's case, for whoever her parents got her married off to, provided the man didn't choose to spend his time with a mistress instead.]

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

You mean there's no nude parties in the streets or drug induced orgies? That's dull.

[The man truly has no shame.]

[brynkitten]

No, there aren't.

[Not that Bryn knows about, anyway.]

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

Oh...

[Pause.]

Maybe you should try one then?