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Cecily,

I'm taking Pup out for most of the day today--he could use more time outside the house and there's something I want to try with him. There's food in the icebox if you get hungry before I get back home. I'm thinking of stopping by the orchard and bringing back some fruit as well. It won't be anything familiar, but Maker willing it won't be too terrible.

Let me know if you need me back sooner than this evening.

All my love,

Cullen

[ in case it wasn't obvious, this message was intended for one recipient instead of, well. the entirety of hadriel. but thanks to rage mixing up things with communicators, all of the murdercave gets to see the commander be a domestic sap. and he is going to be so pissed about it. ]

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Commander Nug? Wh-- [ and then it clicks. he groans, but it sounds kind of ridiculous pitched up. ] And here I was hoping I'd escaped that.

[ She chuckles, grinning, though he can't see it. ]

There's no escaping your destiny. [ Cecily says in an attempt at seriousness. ] If only you hadn't gone off on an extended leave with the dog, or we could speak in person.

[ Alas, her own smug humor is undermined by the fact that her voice is autotuned. ]

You could always come find me.

[ there is more than one solution to this problem. and then they can both be good furchild parents. ]

[ Cecily, her voice blessedly normal, replies: ]

I've already started out. Where are you?

Near the armory. I'll wait for you there.

[ It isn't too much longer before the Inquisitor appears, walking to the armory, bow slung over her back as per normal. ]

So, what is it you're planning on trying with the dog? [ She asks curiously, eyeing both man and beast as she approaches. ] And... I've got something for you.

[ Cecily holds out her closed fist, indicating that he should open his hand and accept whatever it is. ]

I want to see if he can learn to drag things off a battlefield.

[ very confused, he holds out his hand to her. ] What is it?

[ She deposits one small, strange fruit into the palm of his hand. ]

Go on: they're good. [ Or, interesting, at least. She's never had any vegetation like this and doubts many of the other captives have, either. ] Don't worry, I tested them for poison.

[ There are a few others in her hand, one of which she pops into her mouth. ]

[ he takes the fruit and is about to thank her for it when cullen spots the shape of the one she's eating. the face he gives her somehow manages to be exasperated and fond, all at once. ]

Really, Cecily? Of all the fruit in the orchard, you chose that?

[ Since the one, shapely fruit has vanished into her mouth, she produces another which is perhaps less offensive. ]

Chose what? [ She asks, lips tinted with juice. ] Sometimes I really don't know where your mind goes, Commander.

[ Besides, she got a variety! It's not like it's a whole collection of phallic fruit. ]

How is the training going so far? [ She asks, glancing from him to the mabari. ]

[ he rolls his eyes. actually rolls his eyes at her and the absolutely ridiculous way she tries to play innocent.

but he drops it. for now. she may find a bunch of dick fruit somewhere later, though. ]

We haven't started yet. [ he looks down at pup who is napping the grass. ] I'm beginning to wonder where all the energy he had this morning went.

[ You don't want to start a dick fruit war with her, Cullen. You really don't. ]

I just assumed he'd gotten all tuckered out after a morning of training. [ She chuckles fondly (though she'd deny the descriptor) and looks over the snoozing dog. ] What brought on the need to drag things off?

[ She cares marginally about Pup's training, but the questions she actually wants to ask haven't yet emerged, so she keeps her voice light and her interests superficial. ]

[ he's going to anyway. and regret it later. ]

I'd like to keep him with me when we go out hunting, but he's... [ cullen sighs, and runs a hand through his hair. ] He's not exactly suited for battle.

[ he finally admits it!! it only took him seven months. ]

But if someone is injured or there's debris that could interfere with a battle, he could be an asset.

The war hound isn't suited for battle? [ She asks skeptically, but Cecily knows how important the dog is to him, particularly after regaining her memories, and hums thoughtfully. ] He may just be holding out on you for treats, you know.

[ Mabari are intelligent, after all, and Pup seems to get an awful lot of treats from his master. ]

I think it's a good idea, anyhow. [ She settles, with a little, fond smile at Cullen.

The Inquisitor is quiet for a moment, chewing on the inside of her cheek. ]

Do you have some time to talk? Outside of the dog training.

I'm blaming the Orlesians. [ they spoiled pup first. didn't get him the training he should've had in his first months.

or it could just be that cullen needs a companion more than he needs a warhound and so he's not been too serious about trying to train pup over the past few months. ]

Of course. [ his brow draws down in confusion and a little bit of worry. ] What is it?

You blame the Orlesians for everything. [ She points out dutifully. ] At least Pup had such a noble Fereldan to whisk him away.

[ Funny to think that he had been the prompt to their marriage (somehow). ]

Ah. Well... [ She stops chewing her cheek to remove her gauntlet and glove, though only on the notorious hand. Beneath it, the anchor, though tempered by Cullen's dutiful nullification, still ripples in angry, green undulations. ] Do you think there's any way that this thing could open a rift to the Fade from here? I know it doesn't sound... like a good idea-- [ she begins hastily ] But we may be able to find a way back through there. With the power the anchor's got now, it might be able to do that.

[ Yes, it's a dangerous idea and the anchor is incredibly volatile and the Fade isn't exactly the ideal transition space, but they don't have many options. As the months pass and she isn't able to do anything to further their escape, the options that they do have, or may have, seem more appealing. ]

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