Varric a d'abord remué partiellement à la conscience quand Ezra a embrassé son épaule. Varric sentit son cœur en quelque sorte nerveusement à l'intimité de celui-ci, mais en quelque sorte poussa ces sentiments vers le bas. Il avait suspecté un moment qu'Ezra n'aimait pas leur règle de "non se sent juste amis avec quelques baises" pendant un moment. Il ne voulait pas briser le cœur de son bon ami, et il était nerveux d'aborder le sujet encore.
-- Nnnnngh, répondit Varric, souriant, les yeux encore fermés. Il a à peine ouvert une main, et mis sa paume sur le visage d'Ezra, sur son nez, sa bouche et ses yeux.
"Snooze, mettez le sort d'alarme pendant cinq minutes de plus," dit-il, avant de se lever avec un bâilleur.
Il s'est levé et a regardé Ezra. Il sourit : « C'était une union des plus glorieuse de l'amour. Vous avez fait rouler des vagues de plaisir à travers mon corps, à travers des compétences si vigoureuses et acrobatiques que des poèmes épiques pourraient être écrits à ce sujet. Bien que j'aie l'impression que tu devrais être la plaie ici. Je croyais avoir tous ces cheveux. Et je me souviens vous avoir mordu quelques fois."
Il étendit les bras, avant de se regarder dans le miroir. En vérité, il était un peu douloureux, mais il l'avait aimé.
Il a regardé son corps. C'était rare que quelqu'un le voie sans le sortilège d'illusions. Il était en fait très féminin en apparence. Honnêtement, il n'était pas l'homme le plus viril de toute façon, et même s'il n'avait pas eu l'illusion magique de ressembler à un homme, il en était encore un.
Cela dit, il préférait toujours regarder ce qu'il ressentait. Qui sait, peut-être qu'un jour il trouverait une solution permanente.
Il a utilisé le sort, et sourit comme des pétales roses volaient autour de lui, et sa poitrine aplatissait, ses hanches rétrécissaient, et son visage devenait androgyne.
-- Vous savez, dit Varric, lasy soir j'ai appris que les fleurs ne sont pas nécessairement romantiques.
Varric s'est arrêté.
"La légende ascythène, c'est-à-dire. Ce grand vieux récit de l'échec humain, et pourtant, l'espérance humaine. L'espoir que là-bas, il y ait une âme sœur pour tout le monde. Selon ma mère, ça n'a pas à être romantique."
Il s'arrêta de nouveau, se demandant comment Ezra réagirait à la prochaine nouvelle.
"Ce qui est bon, puisque, tous les deux mon chéri Guinevere et moi en avons un, et je jure que si jamais j'ai besoin de cette femme pour combattre un dragon, je n'ai besoin que de la menacer de mariage."
Name: Aldric Eleros
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Personality: Aldric is a sort of lone wolf, something he gets from his father, he prefers the solitude that hunting provides instead of any sort of camaraderie with others. He is a very responsible young man,
taking his perceived duty of guarding the Vale very seriously, serious enough that he trains every single day.
Aldric is a perfectionist in every thing he does, as such, he is very critical of himself and his actions, particularly how his actions, or rather his mistakes affect the village or those few people he cares about.
His general disposition is stoic, keeping to himself and observing. Social situations tend to see him standing to the side watching, however if you corner him for conversation you'll find he's a very well spoken man.
Most of the young men in the village resent Aldric for being so hardworking and useful while they prefer to flirt with girls or horse around. Aldric himself never took much pleasure in the horsing around bit, not unless that involved training for combat or hunting exercises. As for the flirting bit, there's something about saying crude things or acting vulgar towards really any human that just doesn't sit well with the young man.
Bio: Ever since Aldric was a young boy he showed great independence. In fact amongst all the kids his age he was the first to start walking, however he was the last to start talking. If only his parents knew how much that would tell about his personality as an adult.
From the age of 7 Aldric accompanied his father, Farrest on his trips to gather herbs, learning to identify most plants on sight. As he grew older and older he went with his father on more trips, he killed his first deer at age 10 on one such trip. However never was he allowed to go with his father to hunt the wild boar or the stray wolves who got to close to the village.
Aldric has a good relationship with his mother Marianne, while they don't share as much as he and his father they're still family, a fact that Aldric takes very seriously. That and his father treats his mother like a queen, a trait that Aldric has adopted from childhood and has always been the obedient son.
As he's grown older, Aldric has assumed more and more of his father's mantle, hunting for the poor of the village, gathering herbs for the Doctor, and recently he's been trusted to hunt feral beasts and ward off the bandits in the region.
Weapon: A longbow Aldric carved himself a few years ago. Well made and stout it's seen many hunts and has remained reliable. He has a custom made sword, it's a hand and half longsword with the likeness of a wolf on it's pommel.



Skills: Aldric is a very capable outdoors-man, tracking, gathering, and of course hunting, come as naturally to him as breathing. An equally capable archer, Hunter's skills with a bow rival his father's. Hunter practices with his sword as often as possible making him a formidable combatant.