She couldn't stop a grin growing on her face as Rannon recounted stories from his childhood. Feri could feel the warmth and nostalgia in his voice, and it was almost infectious. What with how grim he'd looked when thinking about his past since she'd known him, she'd expected some depressing tale of slavery or abuse. A common tale for peasants, and not just in Ferelden. More than a few of the crew of her father's ship were runaways from some horrible life. She wondered then what Rannon would be like on a pirate ship; the image in her mind was both amusing and... rousing. Before her imagination ran away with her, Feri thought up a response for her friend.

"Well, you'd be surprised how much fighting and flower-picking have in common." She responded jokingly, amused at the thought of a tiny version of Rannon throwing punches at village louts while clutching onto daisies. "And it's always nice to stick up for siblings. Nice to have siblings, actually. I remember as soon as I hit the age of 6 I was begging my parents for a little brother or sister. I don't doubt they didn't try plenty of times, but I think a union between a human and dwarf was too rare to yield more than one child." She shrugged idly, gazing into the dregs of her tankard. "I had to make do with the mousers we had on board, but they soon got sick of playing soldiers and darkspawn with me." They also couldn't hold swords, or attack her when she demanded. But the yowling was a pretty good impression of a genlock, though her 6 year old self certainly didn't know that.

"How many siblings do you have then? Did they join the army like you?" She asked, realising that Rannon hadn't mentioned his family at all before now, and certainly hadn't mentioned any brothers or sisters. Glancing down at the panting Mabari, Feri also wondered how long Rannon had had Gideon. Judging by their bond, she could only guess a good few years.

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