“Can I have a look at your bow, Inquisitor?”  A brow raises, head tilting.  Frankly, it’s amazing she isn’t laughing ( she’s still not over him being convinced she hates him ) but!  Her tone is, at least, civil, if not without amusement.

           “Well, don’t stop on my account.”  She ought to be more CONCERNED, she knows, about the obvious anger ( or, at least, tension ) the other bears coiled in her shoulders as she trained.  But she can only manage to impressed by the obvious strength that the CHAMPION bears.  “I’m just enjoying NOT being the angriest looking thing in Skyhold for once.”

            “Even if I WANTED to pass for human --- which I don’t, given that shems are fucking awful --- it’s a little hard to see past the big pretty elf eyes and the nose.”

sacrificedmore:

            “Thanks, but it’s ALRIGHT.  We already had a talk.”  It had involved fire.  And fists.  And threats.  “I don’t think he’ll be saying jack shit to me any time soon, least not when he’s halfway sober.  I’m more pissed about the shit he says to Morrigan and Leliana.”  Half a lie.  When he ogles them she feels the same protectiveness that she’d felt towards SHIANNI when they’d found her shaking and bruised.  Her words are absentminded when she speaks again, focused upon the first crackling before them.  “He reminds me of the shitty quicks who used to wander the alienage.  ‘Least he’s not a shem, but still ---...”

            “What do you think of Oghren?”  The aforementioned dwarf is --- well, looks as though he’s KNOCKED OUT DRUNK, currently, lying upon the ground.  The dog’s licking at his mouth.  EXCELLENT.  “I can’t be the only one who finds the constant leching kind of...CREEPY.”

               “DAMMIT --- !!”  And the dummy BURSTS; exploding out away in splinters from where her palms pressed to its wooden chest.  She growls, low in her throat, hands shooting to tug her locks.  FRUSTRATION.  She’d only meant to dent the wood, something she could repair --- not destroy the Inquisitor’s training dummies.  But the song is TOO DAMN LOUD inside her skull; it makes magic impossible to control; it is difficult to regulate the force magic she pushes through her palms.  This training had BEGAN because she’d needed a distraction from the song --- yet now it seeks to ruin it.  With a sound of frustration more from chest than mouth she spins, intent on pushing out SOME TERRIBLE FORCE at the sky ( and hopefully drain her mana enough that she may manage not to destroy another dummy ) only to find her her hands facing outwards toward’s another’s FACE.  “SHIT.”  Eyes widen and she scarcely manages to keep the magic from exiting her open palms --- the anger comes a second later as those hands swing down to ball to fists at her side.

                                   “I almost fucking killed you, YOU IDIOT!”  At this range, that much force at his face would definitely have blown his head clean off --- if not his body clean apart.  “Don’t SNEAK UP on someone while they’re training, DAMMIT.”