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[vivenieta]

Hello!

Sorry that I didn't meet many of you at the feast.

[A pause, as though she is thinking of elaborating. But she doesn't.]

My name is Antonia Santos Diegues, but I am called Nieta. I am the mistress of the castle's kennel. I don't need a lot of help like Joe or Sycora, but if you wish to talk, my kennels are on the opposite side of the bridge to your barracks. My dogs are only puppies. They're too young to go hunt, but they are lots of fun and they go crazy for new smells or tastes. I know that this can't be easy for you and I will help where I can. And it will become easier. And in the mean time-

[Another pause, this one full of static and spluttering.]

-What could be better than smelling like dogs while a little fur-monster licks your face?

So I hope that I will meet you soon!

Comments

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

They nearly passed out when they first started working for me. Eventually they learned to keep the candles burning.

Thedas apparently. What kind of world doesn't have mabari's?

[vivenieta.livejournal.com]

Earth. Brazil.

[Though thinking about it, Nieta is not so sure; Mabari could possibly be an obscure breed of dog from New Zealand. She doesn't know.]

Will you tell me your name as well, or should I simply call you Mabari-master of Kirkwall?

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

My name is Hawke, but you can still call me that if you like. I rather like the sound of it.

[vivenieta.livejournal.com]

Then I will.

[If only because it would be very funny for Isabel to overhear and mistake it for an honest title.]

Would you like to meet my loyal hounds, Mabari master? That is, if you are not afraid you will become lost.

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

Gladly oh Mistress of the hounds.

[Hawke chuckles.]

Oh it's bound to happen sometime. Might as well get it out of the way now.

[vivenieta.livejournal.com]

[She laughs.]

You only walk under the bailey bridge and turn left. It isn't so difficult. There are far more confusion places here.

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

Remind me to stay away from them.

[After following those rather helpful Hawke eventually arrives at the kennels. He can't say he's not excited to see the pups. After all, how can anyone from Fereldan so they don't like dogs?]

[vivenieta.livejournal.com]

[And Nieta has obliged by loosing every last pup from their crates, transforming the kennels into a cacophony of licking, bounding, barking chaos. She stands back and waits, arms folded, to see how Hawke will handle it.]

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

[There's nothing Hawke can do to save himself as he's taken down by the little monsters. All he can do is try to keep the from climbing all over his face.]

Vicious little beasts!

[vivenieta.livejournal.com]

[When they start going for his face, Nieta weighs in, grinning, and starts pulling the pups away and trying to get them to sit.]

You have no idea. But they like you at least.

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

[Hawke does his best to help her as he fights his way back to his feet.]

Of course they do. They can sense I'm Fereldan.

[vivenieta.livejournal.com]

Ferelden?

[She glances up from where she's crouched, scratching behind a pup's ears. Shelooks him up and down, searching for any traces of non-humanity.]

What is that?

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

[Hawke doesn't notice. He's too busy playing with the pups.]

A kingdom in Thedas. Best known for its cold, its brown, and its dogs.

[vivenieta.livejournal.com]

It's brown?

[Strange quality to celebrate in a country.]

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

[He looks up at her from the pups and grins.]

The brownest. Even the green is brown.

[Is he playing with her or is he actually proud of this? Hard to tell really.]

[vivenieta.livejournal.com]

[Nieta tilts her head, covering her right ear for a moment. Is he playing with her or is she misunderstanding?]

Well, she can play too.

It must be very beautiful, in the autumn at least.

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

It is, at least when you're not freezing your toes off.

[That's one thing he doesn't miss about Ferelden. The winters there are brutal.]

[vivenieta.livejournal.com]

[Nieta perks up. Frozen toes mean cold, and a cold that cold could mean...]

It snows?

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

It just wouldn't be Ferelden if it didn't.

[Hawke chuckles watching a puppy's leg kick as he scratches a spot on its back.]

[vivenieta.livejournal.com]

Then I know what you mean.

[She reaches into a small bag at her hip, bracelets jangling lightly as she pulls out some dried cow's hide.]

Brown snow does not sound beautiful at all.

[And grinning, she offers the dog-treat to Hawke.]

For pup. Make him fetch, if you would like.

[Because it never hurts to specify that dog food is for dogs.]

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

[Hawke feigns an exaggerated pout.]

And here I was hoping it was for me.

[Taking the treat, he waves it in front of the pup just out of reach. It suddenly looks mesmerized.]

Want it? Do you want? Yes you do don't you? Get it!

[He certainly knows how to rile a dog up. Not that it's hard to excite a puppy. Finally Hawke throws the treat and watches as the pup scampers after it.]

[vivenieta.livejournal.com]

Sorry! In this building, there are no treats unless you find them or fetch them.

[And she sends the rest of the clamouring pups running after another piece of cow-hide.]

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

[Hawke smirks as he watches them run over each other.]

Then I should really start looking then.

[vivenieta.livejournal.com]

[She laughs. The only 'treats' in the building are all made of meat in one form or another.]

You say that like you often hunt treasure.

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

Treasure, bandits, demons, I hunt a lot of things. Treasure is just my favorite.

[It doesn't try to kill him when he goes looking for it. Then again, usually whatever is guarding it does.]