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heretherebdragons: dreamingpagan: heretherebdragons: foxghost: MOTHER IT FOLLOWED ME HOME CAN I KEEP IT? OMFG I love you so much right now. “But what are you going to feed it?”  The look on Anders’ face was incredulous. “You know, Hawke - even I couldn’t make this shit up,” Varric said, and Hawke groaned.  “A real wyvern, and you bring it home like a dog or -” He looked around suddenly.  “Speaking of the dog -“ “When I mentioned that I wasn’t a big canine fan, I meant that I like cats,” Anders stressed.  “If you were going to be rid of the mangy mutt, you didn’t have to replace him with… that!”  He gestured toward the wyvern, which had cocked its head at him. “Dane is in the kitchen, begging scraps,” Hawke said.  “Orana’s been cooking since we got back - it seems to calm her.” “What were you thinking?” “I couldn’t exactly leave it there!” She protested for the tenth time.  “How was I supposed to know that that monster we killed had a - “  She frowned.  “What is a wyvern before it’s fully grown?” “Ugly,” Carver opined. “Dangerous.”  There was a note of amusement in Fenris’ voice that belied the statement.  “Do you think I might borrow him from time to time?” “More slavers in town?” Aveline asked. “There will be,” he answered.  “Although they might think otherwise if someone sets a hungry wyvern on them.”  “He’s beautiful!” Merrill cooed.  While the others argued, she had crossed the floor and knelt next to the young wyvern.  She was currently scratching the sensitive area under its jaw, and the animal was trilling, it’s eyes half closed.  Saliva dripped from its half-open mouth, dropping on the floor with a hiss, the acid eating through the carpet.  As one, they turned, watching the mage and the wyvern.  They exchanged looks. “Merrill,” Hawke said.  “You do realize that’s a wyvern that you’re tickling?” “Of course,” the other woman said brightly.  “He seems to quite like the attention.  He probably misses his mother, the poor thing.”  The last part of her sentence came with a sigh and a glare.  “Really, Hawke.  Did you have to kill her?” “I wish I’d never seen her!” Hawke said.  “She burned three holes in my best armor!” “He’ll get big,” Isabela said.  “You’ll need to expand if you’re going to keep him.” “Or become the Queen of something,” Hawke agreed.  “Or - “  She stopped. “Wait.”  She grinned, and Anders eyed her warily. “What are you thinking, Hawke?” “I knew that the Bone Pit would come in handy eventually,” she answered.  “Hawke - you’re not serious -” Aveline started. “Why not?  It’s large, and dragons hate wyverns,” Hawke said.  “I could kill two birds with one spell!” “Or any miner that gets too close,” Varric pointed out.  “Does that look like a man-eater?” Hawke gestured toward the wyvern, which had curled up by the fireplace, its head resting on Merrill’s lap. “You’ll still need to feed it,” Carver said.  Hawke waved a hand. “The profits from the mine will pay for his food,” she said.  She nodded decisively.  “That’s that, then.  He’s staying.” “Now we just need to get him out of the city,” Anders said.  “Shall we -?” Hawke frowned. “I think he’d better stay with us, at least for now,” she said.  “He needs to get used to us.” “Hawke -” Anders started.  The look on her face stopped him, and he sighed.  “Alright.  But he’d better not try and crawl into bed with us as well.” AND IT JUST GOT BETTER. 
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heretherebdragons: dreamingpagan: heretherebdragons: foxghost: MOTHER IT FOLLOWED ME HOME CAN I KEEP IT? OMFG I love you so much right now. “But what are you going to feed it?”  The look on Anders’ face was incredulous. “You know, Hawke - even I couldn’t make this shit up,” Varric said, and Hawke groaned.  “A real wyvern, and you bring it home like a dog or -” He looked around suddenly.  “Speaking of the dog -“ “When I mentioned that I wasn’t a big canine fan, I meant that I like cats,” Anders stressed.  “If you were going to be rid of the mangy mutt, you didn’t have to replace him with… that!”  He gestured toward the wyvern, which had cocked its head at him. “Dane is in the kitchen, begging scraps,” Hawke said.  “Orana’s been cooking since we got back - it seems to calm her.” “What were you thinking?” “I couldn’t exactly leave it there!” She protested for the tenth time.  “How was I supposed to know that that monster we killed had a - “  She frowned.  “What is a wyvern before it’s fully grown?” “Ugly,” Carver opined. “Dangerous.”  There was a note of amusement in Fenris’ voice that belied the statement.  “Do you think I might borrow him from time to time?” “More slavers in town?” Aveline asked. “There will be,” he answered.  “Although they might think otherwise if someone sets a hungry wyvern on them.”  “He’s beautiful!” Merrill cooed.  While the others argued, she had crossed the floor and knelt next to the young wyvern.  She was currently scratching the sensitive area under its jaw, and the animal was trilling, it’s eyes half closed.  Saliva dripped from its half-open mouth, dropping on the floor with a hiss, the acid eating through the carpet.  As one, they turned, watching the mage and the wyvern.  They exchanged looks. “Merrill,” Hawke said.  “You do realize that’s a wyvern that you’re tickling?” “Of course,” the other woman said brightly.  “He seems to quite like the attention.  He probably misses his mother, the poor thing.”  The last part of her sentence came with a sigh and a glare.  “Really, Hawke.  Did you have to kill her?” “I wish I’d never seen her!” Hawke said.  “She burned three holes in my best armor!” “He’ll get big,” Isabela said.  “You’ll need to expand if you’re going to keep him.” “Or become the Queen of something,” Hawke agreed.  “Or - “  She stopped. “Wait.”  She grinned, and Anders eyed her warily. “What are you thinking, Hawke?” “I knew that the Bone Pit would come in handy eventually,” she answered.  “Hawke - you’re not serious -” Aveline started. “Why not?  It’s large, and dragons hate wyverns,” Hawke said.  “I could kill two birds with one spell!” “Or any miner that gets too close,” Varric pointed out.  “Does that look like a man-eater?” Hawke gestured toward the wyvern, which had curled up by the fireplace, its head resting on Merrill’s lap. “You’ll still need to feed it,” Carver said.  Hawke waved a hand. “The profits from the mine will pay for his food,” she said.  She nodded decisively.  “That’s that, then.  He’s staying.” “Now we just need to get him out of the city,” Anders said.  “Shall we -?” Hawke frowned. “I think he’d better stay with us, at least for now,” she said.  “He needs to get used to us.” “Hawke -” Anders started.  The look on her face stopped him, and he sighed.  “Alright.  But he’d better not try and crawl into bed with us as well.” AND IT JUST GOT BETTER. 
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MOTHER IT FOLLOWED ME HOME CAN I KEEP IT?

OMFG I love you so much right now.

“But what are you going to feed it?”  The look on Anders’ face was incredulous.

“You know, Hawke - even I couldn’t make this shit up,” Varric said, and Hawke groaned.  “A real wyvern, and you bring it home like a dog or -” He looked around suddenly.  “Speaking of the dog -“

“When I mentioned that I wasn’t a big canine fan, I meant that I like cats,” Anders stressed.  “If you were going to be rid of the mangy mutt, you didn’t have to replace him with… that!”  He gestured toward the wyvern, which had cocked its head at him.

“Dane is in the kitchen, begging scraps,” Hawke said.  “Orana’s been cooking since we got back - it seems to calm her.”

“What were you thinking?”

“I couldn’t exactly leave it there!” She protested for the tenth time.  “How was I supposed to know that that monster we killed had a - “  She frowned.  “What is a wyvern before it’s fully grown?”

“Ugly,” Carver opined.

“Dangerous.”  There was a note of amusement in Fenris’ voice that belied the statement.  “Do you think I might borrow him from time to time?”

“More slavers in town?” Aveline asked.

“There will be,” he answered.  “Although they might think otherwise if someone sets a hungry wyvern on them.” 

“He’s beautiful!” Merrill cooed.  While the others argued, she had crossed the floor and knelt next to the young wyvern.  She was currently scratching the sensitive area under its jaw, and the animal was trilling, it’s eyes half closed.  Saliva dripped from its half-open mouth, dropping on the floor with a hiss, the acid eating through the carpet.  As one, they turned, watching the mage and the wyvern.  They exchanged looks.

“Merrill,” Hawke said.  “You do realize that’s a wyvern that you’re tickling?”

“Of course,” the other woman said brightly.  “He seems to quite like the attention.  He probably misses his mother, the poor thing.”  The last part of her sentence came with a sigh and a glare.  “Really, Hawke.  Did you have to kill her?”

“I wish I’d never seen her!” Hawke said.  “She burned three holes in my best armor!”

“He’ll get big,” Isabela said.  “You’ll need to expand if you’re going to keep him.”

“Or become the Queen of something,” Hawke agreed.  “Or - “  She stopped. “Wait.”  She grinned, and Anders eyed her warily.

“What are you thinking, Hawke?”

“I knew that the Bone Pit would come in handy eventually,” she answered. 

“Hawke - you’re not serious -” Aveline started.

“Why not?  It’s large, and dragons hate wyverns,” Hawke said.  “I could kill two birds with one spell!”

“Or any miner that gets too close,” Varric pointed out. 

“Does that look like a man-eater?” Hawke gestured toward the wyvern, which had curled up by the fireplace, its head resting on Merrill’s lap.

“You’ll still need to feed it,” Carver said.  Hawke waved a hand.

“The profits from the mine will pay for his food,” she said.  She nodded decisively.  “That’s that, then.  He’s staying.”

“Now we just need to get him out of the city,” Anders said.  “Shall we -?”

Hawke frowned.

“I think he’d better stay with us, at least for now,” she said.  “He needs to get used to us.”

“Hawke -” Anders started.  The look on her face stopped him, and he sighed.  “Alright.  But he’d better not try and crawl into bed with us as well.”

AND IT JUST GOT BETTER. 

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