Varric 'oof'ed loudly when Guinevere elbowed him, and nearly fell to his knees from the pain.

He got the slightly feeling she might have known about him tripping her. On another note, GODS COULD SHE HIT HARD. The last time he was in this much pain was when those bandits captured him.

She said some bollocks about her sword(which he didn't properly listen to because OW), and went to get it.

Varric nodded politely,[color=007236] "Ow. Also ow. But fine, I'll start on it first, oh beautiful Guinevere."[/color]

He took a few steps in the direction of the coop, strumming on his life as he went. He sang a quite tune, and flower petals kicked up around him.

Then, he stepped backward, a perfect copy of himself still walking forward and playing. Varric hummed under his breath now, focused, and became the wind.

He moved as a song on the breeze, intangible. 

He planned on popping out and scaring her when she got in her room. Eventually, they reached her room, and as Varric became tangible again and was about to scream and scare her, she screamed aloud, scaring him.

Varric saw why, and pulled out his own flower from his jacket. He looked at Guinevere. He spoke, for once, completely serious.

[color=007236]"...I...feel like we should probably talk about this."[/color]

Meanwhile, his clone kept on bumping against the wall of the broken chicken coop, confusing passersby, before exploding into a thousand flower petals.