[Ari's always had a feeling for when someone's watching her. she'd say it's because of her years as a performer, but it's really because her grandmother looked at her as little as possible, annoyed at having to raise her daughter's child by who knew which man for how long as her daughter roamed Thedas, following a moderately successful singing troupe from place to place.
every now and then, the troupe would come to Denerim and Ari thought this time her mother would stay, but she never did.
so Ari packed up and started wandering herself as soon as she was old enough.
she follows the feel of the gaze to a man dressed like a common enough merchant and approaches, eyebrow arched in curiosity]
no subject
every now and then, the troupe would come to Denerim and Ari thought this time her mother would stay, but she never did.
so Ari packed up and started wandering herself as soon as she was old enough.
she follows the feel of the gaze to a man dressed like a common enough merchant and approaches, eyebrow arched in curiosity]
My teacher, I presume?