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If she were a child she would reach out to stroke his cheek. Blysse knows better, especially when faced with this type of personality in an animal. As such she takes this blessing now and continues to venture forth to give the offering to Dubhradh. When she feels warm breath tickling her hand she knows the horse has accepted the split treat. The Dalish coos softly, happy to have the chance with the great horse eating from her hand. He's such a handsome horse and she's certain he acts as he does because of brain not brawn. Blysse glances over towards Zephora and where Dareth has now begun to approach the inked woman. "Dareth." she nods her head towards the colossal halla.

Hearing his spoken name the lord of the forest turns his head to perk his ears at Blysse for a moment. "Dareth." she states again before patting her own chest lightly with her free hand, "Blysse." with a smile the flaxen haired elf focuses on feeding Dubhradh the carrot slowly. Dareth had exhaled gently as he turned his antleres to face the dark haired woman once more. Walking closer at the sight of the shiny apple he gently noses it, feathering his whiskers against it, before rapidly nibbling on it with accelerated mastication. Some chunks drop down from his sloppy and eager method but it had been too long since he's enjoyed an apple.

After both beasts were sated Blysse would go again to hug Zephora and offer her with an arm gesture to follow her into Lothering.

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Severia sighs gently at Antius' panicked strife and scorn. "No Antius. She is not a blood mage. That red substance on her robes? It is strawberry syrup." her patience is running thin and it sharpens her tongue. A white haired Dalish suddenly informs Severia that she also will be attending the ball with them in order to be with the group. She sums up the set looking woman but only nods. This is...overwhelming. How can she keep a group of over ten people organized? At least she can enlist the favor and help of her few fellow Grey Wardens. They are the only ones she can trust now besides Kujo.

Bruce's outburst makes the lady knight stand up from her seat. When he requests her orders she's more than certain he is just mocking her. It would not be surprising but still she says nothing. "I hold no power over you, Ser Templar." she darkly informs him as she watches the scene with surmounting peasure, further soured that now some random woman claiming to be a Chantry agent joins in and invites herself along. "We will see how you fair at the ball, Lisa Smith." and now Ryuu speaks. She reaches out to gently touch his elbow, body slowly losing tension as she again illicit her diplomatic voice to reason.

"I agree with Asmara and Lisa. This is petty. Save it for after the Blight. I will ask no one to apologize because as adults, I'm certain you will do so on your own damn time. As for all of you so opposed to blood magic, I would trust Blodwyn with my life. I've known her since childhood. We are not best friends but we know much of each other. You'd all do kindly to give her a chance. These two are our gracious hosts after all and it is poor of us to react with hostility. Now we must prepare to go and meet the revered Teryn Loghain." she moves up to carefully touch Blodwyn's shoulder, glancing at the enslaved elf and Valen before giving Blodwyn a faint smile. "Maker willing, you do need some fresh linens, mi'lady." it was the closest Severia had come to being visibly angered in front of the group.