Stone's Throw

[Helene Dakesh]

"It is very unlikely to produce a Samsaran-esque neutrois, though a dwarven-base is more common."

[Varric]

"But maybe blue anyway," Varric quips with a smile.

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene gives a fond, exhasperated huff. "Perhaps."

[Varric]

"I like blue," he protests mildly. "It's a good color. Strong, soothing."

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene blushes faintly, rolling ner eyes. "Yes, yes."

[Varric]

"I love you, mind and soul," Varric says softly, any hint of teasing vanishing. "I'm going to stumble and balk, but I want to see this happen for you. For us."

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene nods, tears misting up in ner eyes. "I love you as well, Varric. I am glad to be going on this adventure with you."                 

As Varric looks away, surrendering to the discomfort that he feels when ever Helene cries, he spies something unusual -- a note being slid under his door. 

[Varric]

He doesn't rush for it of course, not with the very vital task of holding Helene'a hand, ah, at hand. But once ne's gathered neself enough to move onto ripe nir face dry, he slips over to the door to sate his curiosity. 

[GamesMaster]

It's just barely peeking out, so he has to open the door to grab it -- and therefore, he can't stop himself from noticing how low to the ground the person escaping down the hall is. A child? Like, not a teen, a young child? That's got to be either Bari or Silas, and he doesn't see horns or long hair to indicate Bari. 

As he unfolds the note he realizes the depths of his mistake: this is another note from the mystery math prodigy, and now he knows their identity. 

[Varric]

"Well damn."

[Helene Dakesh]

"What is wrong, beloved?"

[Varric]

After a pause to think, he asks instead, "did you ever puzzle out who our mystery math writer was?"

[Helene Dakesh]

"No. It had slipped my mind. It would likely have to be one of the younger ones, however, unless one of the teens is a very good liar." A pause, then, "What are the odds it's your older daughter?"

[Varric]

"Zero," Varric replies, then pauses. "Well. Five to ten?" Could be a messenger after all. 

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene frowns. "How are you so certain?" Generally he'd give at least 20% odds to just about anything plausible.