that's what i do. fall out of the sky, make bad decisions -

[closerift]

Who: Cecily Trevelyan and YOU
What: As previously announced, there is a party at Chez Thedas!
Where: Second spiral, 1502.
When: 6/9
Warnings: Maybe mild language, general partying.

( ooc ; party description top levels will be posted below, but you can also feel free to make your own! )

Comments

[circumitus]

The concept of war dogs is not lost to Rey. They've been prevalent throughout history for their keen sense of smell and hearing, making them rather convenient trackers and sentries. But they hardly make for effective front line defense in a combat zone.

"Guess our worlds have that in common. They're a valuable workforce as well as companionship. Never owned one personally, though."

Not that Rey wouldn't want to. She just isn't sure she'd trust herself; she barely knows what to do with herself with a cat and goldfish.

[closerift]

"Neither have I." She looks at Pup, realizes the... perhaps contradictory nature of that, and then chuckles. "He's still bonded with Cullen, no matter who he lives with. Cullen was from Ferelden, and these hounds are the symbol of the country, more or less." There's a pause. "I was - am from the Free Marches, where we are more or less indifferent to dogs."

Yes, she's certainly warmed up to Pup, but she'd previously preferred the quiet judgment of cats, if she had to have animals around at all.