bethany hawke (
walking_on_sunshine) wrote2015-10-01 01:10 am
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in which bethany hawke learns about the concept of 'glamping' via a tevinter magister
[Why is it always templars?
Well, it's not really always templars, to be fair. But it certainly feels as if they are nearly always the source for the trouble that Bethany faces. Throughout her childhood, in the Circle, and now especially during the mage rebellion, templars have been a constant source of grief for her.
If avoiding the templars were a sport, she would be considered an expert by now. Alas, Bethany is not alone at the moment, and the three mages she is escorting are less familiar with the cat-and-mouse act. Though she hasn't pinpointed exactly what went wrong to draw a group of rogue templars their way as of yet, the Hawke plans to have a long talk about it with her charges later. Some time when they're not directly in the heat of battle, assuming they all survive.}
Stand back!
[No-- not assuming. They will all make it out of this, if Bethany has anything to say about it. And she does.
As a fan of magic used for defense more than offense, being a Force mage certainly comes in handy for situations such as these. After motioning for her companions to get out of the way, Bethany aims a telekinetic burst at the templars currently headed towards her group. The goal is to send them hurtling in the opposite direction, but instead of flying through the air, she peers in confusion as their bodies slam against some kind of magical barrier.
Alright, that definitely wasn't there before, and she's not the one who activated it. Or-- could the barrier have been invisible up until something (or someone, or someones) came into contact with it? Hmm.]
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The mage had been planning on using Pull of the Abyss to immobilize the templars, but those vines that just burst out of nowhere will do a better job, since the spell's caster has taken the enemy by surprise-- and Bethany as well, for that matter.
She glances at the extravagantly-dressed stranger for a moment, before hastily throwing ice magic at the templars, realizing she should act while they are still too disoriented to use any dispelling abilities. Combined with the thorny coils, the ice seems to have rendered their attackers helpless enough that Bethany's companions feel more confident in casting their own spells at the weakened opponents.
Once she feels safe enough to distract her attention towards the newcomer--]
Thank you for the help! We're not causing trouble, I swear- err, any more than we have to. We didn't start all this, is what I mean. I would hope defending myself doesn't count as causing trouble. Not of the deliberate sort, at least. If any innocent bystanders had gotten caught in the fray, that would be a kind of accidental grey area, but...
[Bethany clears her throat. That's going a little off-track.]
Anyway. Was that your work? The...
[She motions towards where the barrier was, or the area where the templars were launched at high speed, specifically.]
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She crosses her arms, head held high as Bethany delivers her long-winded explanation. There’s no hostility there, only a sense of attentiveness that runs deep, made clear by the knit of her brow and purse of her lips. She's weighing the situation in her mind's eye, deciding how to approach, how trust-worthy this stranger looks.]
It was. I have a camp set up not far from here, and I value not being interrupted by the danger this region so plentifully offers.
[Then the sun breaks through the clouds as the corner of her mouth upturns, her posture loosening.]
However… I think I can make an exception for such an adorable mage. Your little friends, too. You must be exhausted, after that ordeal.
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I...
[She blinks.]
What?
[It isn't the change in demeanor that catches her unprepared so much as the choice of vocabulary. When was the last time someone called Bethany adorable?
She hopes her surprise will seem aimed at the offer of refuge, rather than the offhand flattery. She won't actually expect it, by any means, but there's nothing wrong with a little wishful thinking.]
That's... incredibly kind of you to offer. Are you sure we wouldn't be imposing?
[After the day she's had, Bethany honestly couldn't care less about how much of a bother her group might be. But she suspects it is in her best interests to make a good impression on this woman, and if some etiquette will improve the chances of that happening, she will put extra effort into minding her manners.]