While playing the “new” Lientje Cousland and hearing the banter between Wynne and Alistair I got this idea.
„By the Maker, give it to me, Alistair“, Lientje sighed.
The man next to her smiled and handed the shirt over to her.
He had spent half an evening with whining about the fact that Wynne had refused to mend any piece of his clothing in the future.
In a way, Lientje could understand the mage. None of them could count the holes and tears that have been mended by Wynne.
Alistair had been quite good in convincing her to help him with these kinds of repairs. But for two weeks Wynne’s “no” always stayed a “no”.
Since then he had tried to do it himself, without any satisfying results. His clothes were whole again, but he had been right when he had said that it would look ridiculous.
But he had shown it to her every night. Wynne had told her not to do it for him. She had said he had to learn it at some point.
Now, while she bit through the thread she had used, she was sure it had been more the fact that Alistair hadn’t stopped calling her grandmotherly.
Wynne always behaved like it was no big deal that she was older than the rest of the group, but Lientje assumed that it was more of a deal than she would admit.
“Here, finished.” She threw the shirt back to Alistair who had begun to clean their shoes at least a little bit.
“Oh, thank you. I wouldn’t know what to do without you.” He winked. They both knew he would possible be able to do this himself. With a bit practice, he would become better at it.
“Without me? Possibly ending up with no pants.”
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While playing the “new” Lientje Cousland and hearing the banter between Wynne and Alistair I got this idea.
„By the Maker, give it to me, Alistair“, Lientje sighed.
The man next to her smiled and handed the shirt over to her.
He had spent half an evening with whining about the fact that Wynne had refused to mend any piece of his clothing in the future.
In a way, Lientje could understand the mage. None of them could count the holes and tears that have been mended by Wynne.
Alistair had been quite good in convincing her to help him with these kinds of repairs. But for two weeks Wynne’s “no” always stayed a “no”.
Since then he had tried to do it himself, without any satisfying results. His clothes were whole again, but he had been right when he had said that it would look ridiculous.
But he had shown it to her every night. Wynne had told her not to do it for him. She had said he had to learn it at some point.
Now, while she bit through the thread she had used, she was sure it had been more the fact that Alistair hadn’t stopped calling her grandmotherly.
Wynne always behaved like it was no big deal that she was older than the rest of the group, but Lientje assumed that it was more of a deal than she would admit.
“Here, finished.” She threw the shirt back to Alistair who had begun to clean their shoes at least a little bit.
“Oh, thank you. I wouldn’t know what to do without you.” He winked. They both knew he would possible be able to do this himself. With a bit practice, he would become better at it.
“Without me? Possibly ending up with no pants.”
