Not for the first time since arriving at Saltburnt, Astarion thinks of Scratch. So when he sees the hound trailing him, he stops in his tracks, settling his hands on his hips.
And who are you, my little dear?
He takes a step forward, she takes a step back. So be it.
You must have a master, he says, as he eyes the collar she wears. And you certainly don't seem lost.
He crouches down briefly to find a stick — and finds her gone when he looks up again. What a shame. ]
no subject
Not for the first time since arriving at Saltburnt, Astarion thinks of Scratch. So when he sees the hound trailing him, he stops in his tracks, settling his hands on his hips.
And who are you, my little dear?
He takes a step forward, she takes a step back. So be it.
You must have a master, he says, as he eyes the collar she wears. And you certainly don't seem lost.
He crouches down briefly to find a stick — and finds her gone when he looks up again. What a shame. ]