The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Varric]

''I can understand the idea, sure. Cell structured information control. Not sure it's exactly appropriate in this case mind you, but your call really. Still need to come up with a plan to get in.''

[Haliel Lightsong]

''But if we don't know what the trouble is, then we might not be able to help,'' Lightsong protests. 

[Marian Hawke]

"I just... I just don't.. They just don't want me around. It's best for both parties really," adds Marian. "It's a reputation thing."

[Varric]

Varric's eyes narrow and he studies Marian for a moment. If she were older... but no, her age, being shipped off to Draslina... ''Ah. Bit of awkward for a noble family. I can... sympathize after a fashion,'' he says with a tight smile. ''Seems all the more reason for one of us to... lend you a new last name. Stay out of the scry and all that.''

[Marian Hawke]

"I... suppose," she says, hesitantly. "But Helene doesn't have one, and I'm clearly not a dwarf. So unless I'm pretending to be Lightsong's sister..."

[Haliel Lightsong]

A soft squee sound is the only warning Marian gets before she finds herself being hugged tightly by the fair-haired paladin. Things progress rapidly from there, resulting in...

''Oh you look wonderful!'' Lightsong gushes. ''I mean, you looked just fine before but- I just mean- oh Miss Marian!''  The merikos elf, after some work by the party dwarf (who was thankfully able to recover most of this things from the inn vault before they sold all of it), look very different. Her once dark hair is now a soft golden white, with just a few hints of the feathery texture that Lightsong's hair has in abundance. Her ears have been blunted with artfully applied claylike stuff, making them rounded. Foundation, generously applied to most of her body, has lightened her complexion to the pale alabaster it needs to be. Her eyes are the same, but her lips are pinked and her blouse padded out. Aasimar is a bit hard to pull off with their supplies, but Marian makes a very convincing merikos aasimar sister to the paladin.

[Marian Hawke]

Marian swallows, feeling faintly ill as she looks at her reflection in Helene's mirror. This.. isn't me. The zi'Marassi girl, maybe, the one Beth liked. But not me. I'm not... I'm not Good, not like Lightsong. I'm just a scrap of leftover elf, nobody important. This person... who is this girl she's made me out to be? Is that what she sees when she looks at me?

"Mari," she says idly. "Or... no. Call me Bells. Short for Bellflower. That sounds aasimar enough."

[Haliel Lightsong]

''Oh. Right, of course. Because sisters would... use each others names,'' Lightsong says, blushing. ''Of course. Bells is a lovely name.''

[Marian Hawke]

"Is... do I know your personal name?" asks Marian, suddenly, frowning. "I'm not sure I do. I mean, if you're okay with me using it."

[Haliel Lightsong]

The paladin blushes a bit, ducking her head shyly. ''I- yes, of course. I just... Sorry. No-one uses it anymore. Too... forward. Ummm. Haliel. Call me Haliel. Even in private? If you want, I mean.'' Even Helene, as awkward as ne might be sometimes be in social regards, can see that this is a vulnerability being offered as a gift.

[Marian Hawke]

Marian-- Bells -- smiles. "Haliel. I like it. It's pretty. Oh, but Bellflower doesn't match, should I change mine?" she frets. 

[Haliel Lightsong]

''No! I mean, if you want. But Bells is nice. It's pretty too. It... it works fine. We... I have agathion blood as well as azata, so nature is just as apt as music or- it's fine. Just- just if anyone asks, say you prefer the way it sounds in common. Blathclog doesn't work as well for a name really. Bellflower is much nicer to mortal ears.''

[Marian Hawke]

Marian makes a horrible face. "Ugh, bath-clog? Here I thought Bellflower was embarrassing! Yeah, we'll stick with Bells. It makes a good story, very plausible."

[Varric]

Varric catches Helene's eyes and then rolls them heavily at the two younger mortals' antics. ''This one hopes you will not object to romance between student and knight?'' he asks in muttered samsaran. Because they are disgustingly into each other.

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene blinks, startled. "Not particularly," she answers in the same tongue. "Is that a concern?"