The idea had been niggling at the back of Hawke's mind for some time now. How it seems everyone else in the fleet has received a beloved pet from this miraculous tree in the middle of the forest. After meeting Kiter, after seeing Daenerys' dragon egg, after seeing Ser-Pounce-a-Lot in he's full feline personage instead of by description, Hawke is eager to make an attempt himself at a companion.
Truth be told he's missed his mabari fiercely since he left Drools with Carver in Kirkwall. He'd done it because he didn't want to leave Carver alone, because they could protect each other, and because feeding himself, Anders, and a 9 stone Mabari would have been a logistical nightmare if there wasn't enough small game around. Or large game. Or any. Plus as smart as Drools was, he couldn't sneak into Circle Towers to help them take that final plunge. No, he'd told himself, Kirkwall was still the best place for him.
But with the fleet apparently able to take people out of their times and plop them right back in when they're returned... well, why not? It wouldn't leave Carver alone, technically, and he could stock up on meat here and freeze it for feeding the dog over time. Why shouldn't he be able to have Ser Drools, if all his worries have solutions?
Excited by the prospect, Hawke hardly thinks very much at all about bounding up the bridges and stairs to Anders' treehouse to ask the mage for help. Or, rather, he thinks entirely too much about it. He likes Kirk well enough, likes Marian, likes Tyrion, but to share an actual memory with them, personal memories of family, in order to achieve his gift... he's not sure he's ready for that with any of them. Kirk should remain uncomplicated, Marian is uncomplicated enough, and Tyrion is so shrewd that Hawke imagines he'll figure something out about him that he doesn't want the other man to know.
But Anders... as complicated as things are with their separated times, Hawke doesn't mind this kind of intimacy with Anders. He's already done it, already will have done it. He's an open book to the other mage, he's finding. Even now, when Anders doesn't know what is to come, he doesn't mind sharing all of it.
All but one thing. He's effectively ripped that page out of the book and swallowed it.
But that's not at all on his mind now. What is, is a big pink tongue, a big wet nose, and a caning muscle so full of exuberance that instead of wagging his tail, he wags his entire body. Maker but he wants his dog so badly.
"Anders! Are you in?" He knocks even as he calls out, hoping the blond isn't off in some other part of town.
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Truth be told he's missed his mabari fiercely since he left Drools with Carver in Kirkwall. He'd done it because he didn't want to leave Carver alone, because they could protect each other, and because feeding himself, Anders, and a 9 stone Mabari would have been a logistical nightmare if there wasn't enough small game around. Or large game. Or any. Plus as smart as Drools was, he couldn't sneak into Circle Towers to help them take that final plunge. No, he'd told himself, Kirkwall was still the best place for him.
But with the fleet apparently able to take people out of their times and plop them right back in when they're returned... well, why not? It wouldn't leave Carver alone, technically, and he could stock up on meat here and freeze it for feeding the dog over time. Why shouldn't he be able to have Ser Drools, if all his worries have solutions?
Excited by the prospect, Hawke hardly thinks very much at all about bounding up the bridges and stairs to Anders' treehouse to ask the mage for help. Or, rather, he thinks entirely too much about it. He likes Kirk well enough, likes Marian, likes Tyrion, but to share an actual memory with them, personal memories of family, in order to achieve his gift... he's not sure he's ready for that with any of them. Kirk should remain uncomplicated, Marian is uncomplicated enough, and Tyrion is so shrewd that Hawke imagines he'll figure something out about him that he doesn't want the other man to know.
But Anders... as complicated as things are with their separated times, Hawke doesn't mind this kind of intimacy with Anders. He's already done it, already will have done it. He's an open book to the other mage, he's finding. Even now, when Anders doesn't know what is to come, he doesn't mind sharing all of it.
All but one thing. He's effectively ripped that page out of the book and swallowed it.
But that's not at all on his mind now. What is, is a big pink tongue, a big wet nose, and a caning muscle so full of exuberance that instead of wagging his tail, he wags his entire body. Maker but he wants his dog so badly.
"Anders! Are you in?" He knocks even as he calls out, hoping the blond isn't off in some other part of town.