Lace Harding

-giggles and shakes her head-

Thanks you. I will and Definitively, not rock

-pauses mid-raise of her mug and grins as she hears the next words-

Next time then. Dream sweet, Isabela

-giggles and gives a mock shudder-

After facing off with other me? No, it's safe and sound in here

-taps her chest with a fist and then grins-

You're welcome, Isabela. I'm glad it helped, and thank you... surprise sharing of a meal and visiting was nice.

Well, that's good that you aren't...I mean potatoes are always useful

-giggles and finishes up, moving over and adding the next log to the fireplace before sitting near it again with a last mug of tea for the night-

You're welcome

-looks over with a grin as she places the kettle back on its stand-

I've got it. You're on a 'get away', right?

-she finishes cleaning the dishes and begins to put them all away-

Well, I hope it works for you. I mean, getting away helps me usually... and it's nice here at the Lighthouse

-nods and places a hand on one hip briefly as she replies-

Well, it was a surprise to me! Warning would have been nice

-giggles and then nods again-

Oh. Ohhh, well, yeah...I mean it just is more hiking, flipping, jumping, and planting my feet to launch arrows than it is strutting

-nods, though her brows crease in a slight frown-

Okay, Isabela. I hope you will be... 'really' I mean.

-finishes her mug of tea and takes the dishes, and starts cleaning them-

Is that why you came here today? Taking a vacation to fill back up?

Nope, just 'plain 'ol walking' as my Ma would say. I'm glad things are rather well for you!

-giggles and shakes her head-

Oh Dorian! I'm a dwarf...you know, short legs? I will leave the strutting up to people with longer legs

Hmm? Oh! Sure, I'm okay, Isabela. I was just thinking and listening again

-flashes a tilted grin, one dimple briefly making an appearance and shrugs-

Are you okay, Isabela?

-later, after she had visited with Isabela and cleaned up her dishes in the kitchen and put them away, Lace walked slowly back toward her room, but her steps carried her to the eluvian room. She stood at the edge of the walkway and then jumped off the edge into the glow beneath it-

It feels...

They do! And they aren't bad on a salad either

-giggles-

Good to get your veggies when you're getting older... and wandering the oceans

-points a finger at her-

See? There it is! You just said it felt restful and calming here... the Lighthouse... it has that effect

-she drifts to thought again-

Oh! That sounds lovely. You don't still have the garden in Rivain?

-looks thoughtful and turns her mug on the table a couple of times before lifting it and drinking-

Resilient... Maybe marigolds? They are tough

then answers as she turns back to Isabela-

Andrastes Grace is what I grow the most here in my garden at the Lighthouse. Theyre beautiful. But, well, my favorite is white roses... they grow at my cabin

-giggles as she listens and then gestures to the fire in the kitchen fireplace-

How can it possibly be your darkest hour with that big of a fire? And anyway, I hear sailing off into the sunset is romantic or something. That's what everybody says from the books they read

-sips her tea and
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in every port. They might even be stolen easier with gray streaks and the glow of healing potions!

-giggles and takes another drink-

-allows her sadness to reflect in her green gaze a brief moment as she smiles in return-

Thanks, Isabela. I think you do, too

-giggles and her familiar grimace dimples her cheeks-

Isabela, you know you'll just be out there sailing and looting and stealing hearts...
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Ma loves Better Castles & Courtyards. I bet she has that edition

-catches a sigh and drinks from her mug instead-

I felt like I had to prove myself back then... in the Inquisition. I Almost didn't conquer the Titan's anger...

-drinks from her mug-

I would be happy to never fight again

-giggles and nods-

Knowing Taash, it's probably the 'or something' <and> fighting something

Oh sure, Dagna and I are great friends! We exchange letters as often as we can. I bet it was a great floor, better than before, once she was done

-her eyes widened slightly-

No way!
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life sort of changes you along the way, I guess

-giggles as she pictures all the mess of molten flooring-

I'm sure that was pretty hard to fix. I haven't seen Taash lately. I hope they're doing alright

-laughs as her dimples make another appearance and sips from her tea-

Well, maybe we could. It's good you have friends because unless it's made of wood, stone or plants...well, that's the crafting I can do

Oh! I was mad <plenty> when I was growing up and when I was in the Inquisition...yeah,
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in Orzammar. I'm a surface dwarf, so they still haven't listened to me...and well, I hear them, but I sort of haven't tried again to see them

Oh, that's right! Taash grew up with the Lords. I bet they singed those carpets a time or two as well

-giggles-

You'd have had a very mad, Lace on your hands. I wasn't happy with Contessa or Ma that day. I was supposed to get to go to the market

-shakes her head-

Oh well, I don't have friends
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-giggles and nods decisively-

I wore braids then, too. I like them. And well, Ma wasn't at all too pleased...um, with either of us when we got home

Ooc: Then I will look forward to seeing what you muse.

-grins as a dimple appears in one cheek-

Well... Ma always said I was pretty back then, so um...yes.

A pretty girl and a naughty Contessa who got into the neighbors pasture and got stuck after a rain storm

-giggles and then drinks from her mug-

Oh, it's just Lace now. It's good to see you, Dorian! How are you?

Ooc: No need to apologize that I can see so far.

-giggles again and nods-

In the deep roads...Yeah, my ears fill up and pop. But no mud rolling

-grins and drains her mug, refilling it with the last of the tea in the pot-

I mean, there was one time, but that was a <very> long time ago... and I don't really remember my ears clogging up then

-giggles and shakes her head-

Isabela! No, it doesn't. It doesn't make sense at all

-takes the last bit of the toast in her hand and then washes it down with tea as she listens-

Like the ocean. That's a great description! The song here is sort of like that. But um, not exactly you know?

Oh, well... it isn't annoying. I mean not mostly, but a few times. And it <is> sometimes discordant. But, well...not always? Just sometimes

-takes another few sips, considering-

And it's not a song with words...but, also not just a hum. It's sort of both. And sometimes it's all of those