This one was not like the dragon-girl she had met before, no... This one was just another of the ones she'd become accustomed to meeting here and there. This one was a human that smelt of bear and, curiously but interestingly, wolf.
The person's name, she had read in the incoming person logs, was "Karagen Amell." Without doing much more reading, she could have told with her nose that this Karagen was from the same place as the rogue, the magician, and the girl with the dog. There certainly were quite a few coming from that world these days; she briefly considered this thought.
Karagen might have spent some time as a wolf, but Horo was a Wolf. Staying out of sight, being quiet, those were things she could do quite well. When she did reveal herself to Karagen, simply by a tap on the shoulder and a readiness to duck (just in case), she tied her bandana tighter.
Her ears were flat under the bandana, and her tail was tucked up under the hem of her skirt. For all purposes, she looked like a normal, if slightly tomboyish, girl.
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The tap on her shoulder surprises her slightly, and Karagen stops to turn around. She hadn't quite expected to find someone so quickly, but then again, a woman walking around in dragonskin armor and a sword sparking with electricity was hard to miss.
She gives a gentle smile, letting her arms rest at her sides nonthreateningly.
"Ah, ah, but first I will tell you, traveller, who you are!" she said with a grin. It had become a sort of game to astound the people she knew were just arrived to the station.
"You are Karagen Amell, from the land called 'Ferelden.' You smell of magic, and it is not just your pretty weapon. It is no stretch to say that you have been to your share of fights, but I can still smell the soap and cotton on you from what I can assume to be years of isolation. And," she said with a toothy grin, "you are new to the idea of changing shape, in a relative sense. The things I do not know are how you learned that kind of magic and what kind of booze you take.
"I am the Wise Wolf Horo. I take it as a matter of pride to know things about people and places." She nods. "Well met, Miss Dragonskin."
Karagen raises an eyebrow as the girl talks on, letting one hand rest on top of her sword's hilt. The gesture, however, didn't seem threatening... more like it seemed a natural reflex whenever she was surprised.
Silence hangs for a little while... and then a grin tweaks its way across Karagen's face. She does, indeed, seem taken aback, but unlike the others, her eyes are sparkling with interest.
"I'd like to know how you could guess my name and where I'm from through scent. You have a sharp nose, no doubt, but I wasn't aware there was any sense of smell that could tell that."
She chuckles a bit.
"I don't take booze, for what it's worth. It's not good when you could burn down a building while drunk. As for how I learned it...
"Well, I think I'll keep that to myself. But it is a pleasure to meet you, Wise Wolf."
"Andraste's shapely arse. Warden-Commander Karagen bloody Amell. To what do we owe this unexpected pleasure? Wake up in a pod, Maker's way of saying hello, Anders, I saw you needed a friend?"
He's visibly older and more worn than the Anders she knew in Amaranthine, far more conservatively dressed in black coat and breeches and boots - certainly more warmly dressed; those Tevinter mage robes left significant areas of torso entirely bare - and even the earring is gone.
She, by contrast, looks exactly the same as the Karagen he remembers.
The voice is a familiar one -- one that she hasn't heard in a while, in fact. Karagen whirls, not defensively, but gleefully. Is it -- Yes! It IS Anders! She laughs loudly, flashing him a bright, cheerful smile.
"Something like that, yes," she answers, crossing her arms over her chest but still beaming. "The pod part, at least. I'm still not all that sure the Maker likes me much."
He does look worn and she takes that in, frowning a little. Sorry if it makes you uncomfortable, magey-boy, but she's coming over.
"Only if you carry written authorization from Weisshaupt," he protests, but when Amell tells you where to go, you generally obey. The feathers at his shoulders will probably tickle her face. Maker, he forgets what a tiny thing she is. He hugs her tightly, knowing full well that an unenthusiastic hug will be remarked upon, and also he's just blighted glad to see her.
She's had worse things hit her face than tickles, and she manages to mostly ignore it beyond a soft sneeze to the side. Still, it's just so damn good to see Anders that she doesn't even care, hugging him as tightly back as her small form can manage.
It's only a moment later that she breaks it, giving him a much gentler and more subdued smile.
Hawke pauses in her tracks upon seeing the small, redheaded woman walking down the corridor. There's something familiar about her, a ghost of a memory, almost recognized but she can't place it...
Perhaps it's just the clothes, because to Hawke's eyes, this woman looks normal. Hawke herself is aware that she's now a hybrid, part Thedan fighter, part...something else, blaster at her hip, emergency backpack on her back, carefully adjusted so it hangs between the dagger sheathes, small touches of her life here made visible. Whenever she catches sight of herself in a mirror or particularly reflective panel, it's always a bit of a shock to see how much she's had to change.
Normal is appealing.
"Excuse me," she says, looking for anything to start a conversation. "Are you new here?" It beats Love the breastplate, where'd you get that and can they make me some?, anyway.
The voice draws Karagen and she glances over, blinking at the woman's appearance. It's... interesting, she'll admit, and her eyes flicker to the blaster with a spark of interest before settling back on the woman's face.
"Yes, actually." She laughs a little, running a hand through her hair. "It's an interesting place, but I think I'm lost."
And only a little bit of the ways through the place, too. Sigh.
Hawke gives her a sympathetic smile. "It takes some getting used to. All the blighted corridors look the same to me. Were you trying to get anywhere in particular or just browsing along?" From the look of things the woman's just come from the jungle habitat. Perhaps she knows Nathaniel, or perhaps all new people just drift towards it lately. Except for Anders, who clearly has a previously unknown magnetic attraction for patchouli.
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The person's name, she had read in the incoming person logs, was "Karagen Amell." Without doing much more reading, she could have told with her nose that this Karagen was from the same place as the rogue, the magician, and the girl with the dog. There certainly were quite a few coming from that world these days; she briefly considered this thought.
Karagen might have spent some time as a wolf, but Horo was a Wolf. Staying out of sight, being quiet, those were things she could do quite well. When she did reveal herself to Karagen, simply by a tap on the shoulder and a readiness to duck (just in case), she tied her bandana tighter.
Her ears were flat under the bandana, and her tail was tucked up under the hem of her skirt. For all purposes, she looked like a normal, if slightly tomboyish, girl.
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She gives a gentle smile, letting her arms rest at her sides nonthreateningly.
"Hello there. Who are you?"
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"You are Karagen Amell, from the land called 'Ferelden.' You smell of magic, and it is not just your pretty weapon. It is no stretch to say that you have been to your share of fights, but I can still smell the soap and cotton on you from what I can assume to be years of isolation. And," she said with a toothy grin, "you are new to the idea of changing shape, in a relative sense. The things I do not know are how you learned that kind of magic and what kind of booze you take.
"I am the Wise Wolf Horo. I take it as a matter of pride to know things about people and places." She nods. "Well met, Miss Dragonskin."
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Silence hangs for a little while... and then a grin tweaks its way across Karagen's face. She does, indeed, seem taken aback, but unlike the others, her eyes are sparkling with interest.
"I'd like to know how you could guess my name and where I'm from through scent. You have a sharp nose, no doubt, but I wasn't aware there was any sense of smell that could tell that."
She chuckles a bit.
"I don't take booze, for what it's worth. It's not good when you could burn down a building while drunk. As for how I learned it...
"Well, I think I'll keep that to myself. But it is a pleasure to meet you, Wise Wolf."
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"Andraste's shapely arse. Warden-Commander Karagen bloody Amell. To what do we owe this unexpected pleasure? Wake up in a pod, Maker's way of saying hello, Anders, I saw you needed a friend?"
He's visibly older and more worn than the Anders she knew in Amaranthine, far more conservatively dressed in black coat and breeches and boots - certainly more warmly dressed; those Tevinter mage robes left significant areas of torso entirely bare - and even the earring is gone.
She, by contrast, looks exactly the same as the Karagen he remembers.
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"Something like that, yes," she answers, crossing her arms over her chest but still beaming. "The pod part, at least. I'm still not all that sure the Maker likes me much."
He does look worn and she takes that in, frowning a little. Sorry if it makes you uncomfortable, magey-boy, but she's coming over.
"Come here, Anders. You look terrible."
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It's only a moment later that she breaks it, giving him a much gentler and more subdued smile.
"What happened?"
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Perhaps it's just the clothes, because to Hawke's eyes, this woman looks normal. Hawke herself is aware that she's now a hybrid, part Thedan fighter, part...something else, blaster at her hip, emergency backpack on her back, carefully adjusted so it hangs between the dagger sheathes, small touches of her life here made visible. Whenever she catches sight of herself in a mirror or particularly reflective panel, it's always a bit of a shock to see how much she's had to change.
Normal is appealing.
"Excuse me," she says, looking for anything to start a conversation. "Are you new here?" It beats Love the breastplate, where'd you get that and can they make me some?, anyway.
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"Yes, actually." She laughs a little, running a hand through her hair. "It's an interesting place, but I think I'm lost."
And only a little bit of the ways through the place, too. Sigh.
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