Well, colour Isabela intrigued. It wasn’t the least bit unusual for Josc to appear at the Hanged Man, and only marginally less usual for her to arrive with a stranger in tow. The eldest Hawke had a habit of adopting people, it seemed. Came with having that good heart she tried to pretend wasn’t there, sometimes. Isabela was usually interested in the strays that Josc picked up, because to get her attention they had to be interesting in some fashion, but this one turned her head more than most.
First off, she was extraordinarily pretty. Second, while she was dressed in the same style as most other people in here, it was in well-tailored clothing made from good material. Rich. Third, she was gazing around the tavern with an expression that all but spelled out ‘it’s my first time in here’. And finally, she kept glancing longingly at Josc, blue eyes wide with admiration.
From a brief glimpse Isabela got between hands after the pair had settled, the admiration didn’t entirely appear to be one-way either. Interesting.
Varric appeared and smoothed his way over to Josc’s table, after which Isabela decided to drop the hand she was dealing, take her winnings before her partners could realise there was one card too many in her hand, and go to investigate this intriguing arrival. She turned towards them and sauntered her way across the room, adding a little extra swing to her hips for the benefit of the girl who looked as though her eyes were going to pop out of her head. When she reached the table, she stroked Varric’s shoulder through the silk shirt, and flashed white teeth at the three of them.
“Josc. Varric. Good to see you both.” She turned her gaze on the pretty young thing. With that mass of fluffy blonde hair, the wide eyes and the way she’d shadowed Josc across the room, she’d reminded Isabela of – ha. Yes. “Hello, duckling. What’s your name?”
First off, she was extraordinarily pretty. Second, while she was dressed in the same style as most other people in here, it was in well-tailored clothing made from good material. Rich. Third, she was gazing around the tavern with an expression that all but spelled out ‘it’s my first time in here’. And finally, she kept glancing longingly at Josc, blue eyes wide with admiration.
From a brief glimpse Isabela got between hands after the pair had settled, the admiration didn’t entirely appear to be one-way either. Interesting.
Varric appeared and smoothed his way over to Josc’s table, after which Isabela decided to drop the hand she was dealing, take her winnings before her partners could realise there was one card too many in her hand, and go to investigate this intriguing arrival. She turned towards them and sauntered her way across the room, adding a little extra swing to her hips for the benefit of the girl who looked as though her eyes were going to pop out of her head. When she reached the table, she stroked Varric’s shoulder through the silk shirt, and flashed white teeth at the three of them.
“Josc. Varric. Good to see you both.” She turned her gaze on the pretty young thing. With that mass of fluffy blonde hair, the wide eyes and the way she’d shadowed Josc across the room, she’d reminded Isabela of – ha. Yes. “Hello, duckling. What’s your name?”