Thread: Fools Rush In, Where Wise Men Never Go (Vandesdelca x Diamonds)

Isabella sat quietly for a moment, observing the young elf girl's nimble fingers working diligently to craft the gift she had spent days planning. The former pirate captain seemed genuinely impressed, considering her crafting skills were primarily based upon quick make-shift escape tools or tying knots that weren't necessarily restricted to sailing purposes. So is this a common gift for the Dalish? She inquired, waving off the barmaid whom had entered the room to serve their drinks. Merrill's ear tips twitched slightly as a pint of ale was pushed in her direction, however her eyes remained fixed on securing the twine around the now shaped pieces of wood. No - I wouldn't imagine so...We learn to make these as children, so I would imagine it would be a bit insulting really to give one as a gift. It would imply the receiver lacked the crafting skills of a child... A few beats of silence passed as the elf unwound a length of dyed green and silver string, then suddenly she jolted as if a bolt of lightning had struck her spine, her large eyes widening as she looked up to the pirate with a desperately distraught expression. Oh no that's not what I want to say! That's not what I'm trying to say - I, The rising panic attack was quickly silenced as Isabella leaned over, waving her hand in front of the elven girl's face which significantly distracted her attention. You're worrying too much. I highly doubt he would come to that conclusion, kitten, she smiled, tapping a finger onto Merrill's nose. The pirate leaned back against her chair again, swirling the contents of her ale around in its mug, Besides, even if he did for whatever reason - he'd likely agree with the implications. It's not like we're a collection of artsy craftsman here. Hawke lacks the focus for such tasks, I lack the patience, Aveline lacks the feminine touch, Varric's a dwarf so he would have no interest - and between Fenris and Anders, the thing would just catch on fire before it even took shape, Mused by her own thoughts, Isabella took a long swig from her ale, and was pleased to find Merrill more relaxed when she looked back over her mug. I just..I just hope he likes it... She spoke softly, clutching the frame against her chest - those slender finger curling delicately around the smooth wood as a bashful smile turned at her lips. So lost in her own thoughts, Merrill hadn't heard the approaching footsteps and voices coming towards the door - by Andraste's grace however, Isabella was keen to her surroundings even four pints of ale into the night, and was on her feet by the threshold when Varric stepped inside. The pirate quickly moved into the wedge of the door, blocking Hawke's point of view somewhat to give a now alert Merrill enough time to quickly re-bag the assortment of items on the table. Well well well, look who's stepped out of Hightown to drink with the common folk again, Isabella teased, fully aware that Hawke was nothing like the upturned noses that populated most of the upperclass districts of Kirkwall, How long have you had that fancy estate of yours now? And you can't even invite your friends over? I bet you have a private cellar and everything, you bastard Stuffing the last of the ribbons inside one of the large cloth bags, Merrill hastily pushed the bag underneath the table and instead grabbed her untouched mug of ale with both hands - taking a hearty swig that immediately spilled down the wrong pipe. She coughed meakly, as one would imagine a rabbit, and covered her lips with one hand before looking up towards the door. Hullo Hawke,