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The morning dawns early for Hawke. It might also for certain people in Itinere as the communication device gets knocked over. And then turned on by a very inquisitive and large dog nose. The dog licks the screen, clearly pleased with himself for figuring out how to turn the thing on, and then glances up at the bed. Clearly there's someone in it, though it's hard to tell who from this angle.

The dog quietly steps forward and then--

POUNCE.

Hawke yelps as the mastiff-looking dog licks her like crazy. "Cailan, stop. You know you're not allowed on the--"

The sound of her mabari's name stops her cold. Finally managing to shove him off of her, she sits upright. The dog, happy now that his mistress is awake, leaps off the bed, barking and dancing around the room. He has clearly been pent up too much. But Hawke isn't focused on that. She's focused on the fact that her mabari is somehow... here.

"Cailan!" she finally calls, sliding out of bed so she can throw her arms around him. The dog finally stills long enough for that before wriggling out of her arms and flopping over to roll onto his back with his feet comically pawing the air. Hawke can't help but laugh. At least until one of his paws shoots the communicator at her.

"You came back and you let the entire world know? What a drama-monger you are. Someone might start thinking you're Orlesian."

The dog immediately stops rolling, ears back, and growls.

"Not me, of course. But someone might."

To which the dog whines in a "but whyyyy" tone. Hawke laughs and turns the device off.

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Later on, Hawke can be found playing in the snow with her mabari, looking actually happy for once. Likely happier than most people have seen her. They do a bit of hunting at some point, too, which is mostly just Hawke telling the dog to go fetch something yummy and waiting to see what happens. But they can be found around the city as Hawke introduces her fierce war hound to Itinere.

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"Mabari, that's right." Hawke smirks at her dog's antics, watching as Cailan excitedly wags his back end. "Careful, boy. Don't wag your entire ass off."

She picked up Varric's terrible mouth, didn't she? Or did she always have it. Nah, she's blaming Varric. It's more fun that way.

"Mabari are Ferelden war hounds," she explains, figuring that this boy isn't used to Thedas anything. "This one's name is Cailan." Something occurs to her and she fishes out one of the toys she found at the foot of her bed this morning. "Here. You can play fetch with him. He's very good at running."

And it'll give him a chance to burn off a bunch of energy.

She doesn't say he got the name of the breed wrong, so he assumes he had it right and nods brightly. "Awesome looking dog, if you ask me." He sais. Her comment about the dog shaking its rear end fall off making him grin.

He didn't mind the language, either. Compared to somethings he's heard before, the one word was quite light.

"Ferelden? Where is that?" It's no place he's heard of that's for sure. And despite his curiosity, he sounded very impressed by the rest of what she told him. After all, the dog must have been a special breed to be have war right in its name.

"He is, isn't he?" she says proudly. The dog barks in agreement.

Oh boy. Another person who doesn't know about Thedas. Hawke pauses, tossing the toy in her hand to Cailan. "Take that to our new friend, Cailan," she tells him and the dog obediently turns right around and trots up to Percy. Dropping the toy at his feet, he wriggles a little more and whines, clearly saying he wants to play.

"It's a kingdom in Thedas. If you have to ask, I'll assume you're not from Thedas at all. No one else is." The Inquisitor had been, apparently, but she and Hawke just missed each other, so for as long as Hawke has been here, she's been the only Thedosian at all.

He grins more at the awareness the dog shows for being able to understand they're talking about him. "Yeah."

There are a lot of places in the world he doesn't know. So, if she feels not up to explanation, he would understand. There's a high he wouldn't know where it is even if she explained. "A toy?" His brows raise up as he watches the dog bring him the toy in amusement. How friendly. Picking up the toy, he eyes it for a moment and teasingly looks down at the dog, saying, "You want this?" before throwing it far as he can for the dog to fetch.

He shakes his head in answer. He was right to think he wouldn't know where that already. Remembering the names of Kingdoms and stuff wasn't forte. Best he could recall was actually the United Kingdom, and he had a feeling that had nothing to do with this Thedas place. "You're right. I'm not from - where ever that is."

Cailan barks at the question and then takes off after the toy, finding it and bringing it back. Of course this also means that he sprays a good deal of snow all around him as he goes, but clearly that's half the fun. Bringing it back, he drops it at Percy's feet, wriggling his tail and butt again.

"I think you've made a new friend," Hawke comments with amusement. "I should also see if I can find a map of Thedas. That will be better than trying to explain that I'm the odd one out as far as homelands go."

Some of the snow Cailan sprays ends up hitting Percy in the face and it's cold, really cold that he reacts with a surprised shiver before wiping it off quickly with the sleeve of his jacket. A huff of laughter escapes up from his throat then, because not everyday a dog basically gets a snowball to hit the side of his face. That's nothing, though. His own dog has drooled buckets on him before, so this is no biggie, he thinks.

"Looks like." He comments back positively, looking at the dog drop the toy and wait excitedly for it to be thrown again. He'll pick it back up in a moment and throw it, of course. "A map? ... Sure. I would like to see what it looks like if you find one."

Cailan whines when the toy isn't thrown right away. Come on, human!

"I'll let you know," she says wryly, unsure if "wishing" one up is the best idea right now. It might work... but it might not. Either way, she is now curious about where this boy is from. "So where are you from? What's your home like?" Fair is totally fair.

Fair is fair. But New York is not easy to explain to anyone who might have not heard of either before, so Percy brings his hand up to rub the back of his head, thinking for a moment.

"Um, well, have you heard of New York or the United States?" Years ago, he might have doubted anyone could have NOT heard about the States, but years ago he thought was a normal kid and he didn't think he'd be dealing with kids technically from 80 plus years ago OR ending up going places that are like entirely different universes. So, he's willing to bet there is a chance she hasn't.

"It's kind of like this." He gestures to the architecture of some of the buildings around them. "A lot of tall buildings and busy streets with a humongous park in the middle of all it. Sort of like a donut, if you ask me." And from on up high, in his experience, it really does. Trust him.

Hawke frowns slightly, trying to place whether she's heard of either before. Jill mentioned something similar. Not New York, though.

"Alabama? That's related to the United States, isn't it?" She thinks she remembers that much. "I've met someone from Alabama." So it's... close.

As for the idea of a city that's like a donut, she huffs out a laugh. "So it's shaped like a ring and is good to eat?" she asks with her dry humor shining through.

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Why she is frowning seems odd at first, but then it becomes clear it was only done in thought and Percy positively nods. "Yeah. Alabama is one of the states within the United States, just like New York is. It's a pretty big continent though."

He feels a little like he is in school being tested again just reciting that off like that, but he doesn't mind. Actually, he's met someone here who said they were from Alabama and he's smart enough to put two and two together. "That person wouldn't be named Jill?"

The bit of humor catches him by surprise, but after a beat, he shrugs with a grin. "Well, I wouldn't say the city is good to eat, but then again I have a friend who would eat just about anything." He could even say cutlery wasn't off the menu, but that's for another time. "There was plenty of good places to go and eat definitely though."

Thedas is pretty much all one continent as well, so Hawke can imagine. Large continents just seem to be a thing and they do explain why few people get around well, if at all.

When he mentions Jill, a fond smirk crosses Hawke's face. "That's right. One of my only friends here." And it's not said self-pityingly; Jill is just one of the only people Hawke has gotten to know enough to trust, one of the only ones who's been drawn to her so far.

"Anything?" Hawke asks, glad that he'd caught her humor. Not everyone can. "Tell me about it? Any good bars or places to find gossip?"

So her idea of fun and entertainment is a bit stilted considering she's still not used to this technology thing and electricity is non-existent in Thedas, but that's why she's asking.

There are no judgements here. Up until five years ago, Percy only had one great friend himself. And if he had to honestly say, Grover was still one of his best.

He can tell by her look that she may be thinking something similar to that. "She seems like a cool girl." He says. "Really into sports." Though he didn't mean it as a bad thing. Her enthusiasm was, in fact, contagious.

He's been around plenty of people with different types of humor. He's quick to catch on. "Pretty much." He can't say her idea of fun is his, but he can tell her what he knows. "There are plenty of bars, but haven't been in too many myself. It's kind against the law if you're under 21."

"I'm still learning about her sports," Hawke admits, not that it's hard to assume as much, considering that she isn't from Earth. Football, soccer, baseball, it all means nothing to her. She'll learn. Or she'll just let Jill cheer about it. "But she's a good friend." Very good friend.

"Really? Why?"

What are these age laws?

"What sports you into then?" The thought kind of blurts out before he can stop himself. In either case, he genuinely wants to know. Her attire already sort of gives him the impression maybe she is into sports closer to what he did all the time at Camp Half-Blood.

He shrugs at the question. "Probably because a bunch of adults got together a long time ago and decided us 'kids' couldn't possibly as smart as they were about drinking." Of course he is being a touch ironic since no one he's seen has ever been a smart about drinking. It just kind of goes without saying, though.

"Staying alive, mostly," Hawke offers. "Also killing demons, convincing blood mages to stop, and reminding templars that their duty is to serve the Maker, not murder innocents." It's all stated in her typical dry humored tone, but she's actually pretty serious. That's her life now.

"I think Aveline has better things to do than deal with children doing something stupid." Pause. "Like adults doing something stupid." The latter is much, much more common, especially in Kirkwall.

He took a breath in, listing to her story. "You're not kidding, are you?" He says. Of course his mind drew parallels to how her life sounds a lot like a video game, but her straight forward tone was enough to convince him it was true. Hell or Hades, it drew parallels to his life too. If demons were monsters and the Maker was actually the Greek Gods.

Percy couldn't also help but wonder if he should just say he understands... because boy he understands how that goes sometimes. Sure. Why not. He thinks about it for all of a millisecond and decides there's no harm. "You'd be surprised how much that's normal where I came from. People don't always see what's really going on, though."

"Aveline?" His mind doesn't clue into who that could be for all of a minute. "You mean the bartender? Well, I don't see myself really wanting a drink anytime soon but, sure, I'll keep that in mind." Who knows when a demi-god or the situation might call for a fire accelerant, right. Don't get him wrong. He's no pyromaniac either.

"For once? No." That would be funny if any of her friends from Kirkwall were here. For once in her life, she's not joking and that in turn is a joke. Hawke is just full of jokes. Terrible ones, usually.

"I suppose that's normal. Terribly depressing at times, though." Seriously, they could get a lot done if people would stop being oblivious and judgmental. Like saving lives. That'd be nice. But if everyone ended up alive, it just wouldn't be Thedas!

"No, Aveline isn't here. She's the guard-captain back in Kirkwall." Chief of police, not that Hawke knows to make the cross-reference. "She's seen more than her fair share of problems from adults, let alone kids."

There are times Percy can have a serious conversation, and he supposes this is one of those times.

"I didn't think so." There is always the small hope in his gut that someone is kidding about things like fighting to stay alive, but it's so much part of his life now that he genuinely is not expecting anything different anymore. It's only for his friends and his family and their need of him he still has hope. "It helps not to think about it if you got friends."

But he gets how it can be depressing. People in his world couldn't see through the Mist all the time and just thought he was a trouble maker. Monsters would always be after him.

With little reference of Aveline, his picture of her goes from being a bartender to a bartender in Roman armor, policing a community. The line that drew his image to that was because her stated rank wasn't Greek but something he could understand as easily as the Romans. "That makes more sense." He says. "Plenty of adults cause trouble too."

Though aside from full grown monsters posing as humans in the Mist, Percy couldn't say how much more trouble they were. He feels the divide between problems in the world of gods and the world of humans all the time.

"Most of Thedas' problems were caused by adults," Hawke points out wryly, thinking back to the Magisters. To Corypheus. They'd started so much of it and then humanity and the Qunari and humanity had continued it. "Now it's just a matter of trying to stop the worst of them."

And that is often harder than one would think. With all the blood mages and crazy templars running around and the demons it's a free-for-all. Hawke will be happy when it's all over, but she's not the one who can help that along. Not anymore. That's the Inquisitor's job.

"Yeah. Where I'm from most my problems are caused by monsters." He feels comfortable sharing that since she shares a similar experience. "Sometimes I run across problems with adults, but mostly it's monsters. I've been lucky to survive this long.

"Beating them isn't always easy." He nods affirmatively. It's always one test after another, with his bad luck. Even when things weren't his business, he couldn't just sit back and do nothing. He felt responsible for everyone. Such is his fatal flaw. But. "But don't you think this place maybe like a vacation after all?"

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"Ah, see in Thedas a lot of the adults are monsters. Either that or they summon monsters." Demons definitely fall under that heading. And a lot of the time demon summoning turns the summoner into a monster and everyone gets slaughtered. So, really, it counts.

"Honestly? It's just like being at home. All this chaos every so often is just like normal." So, no. It's not a vacation for her. It's just another time she has to play hero and save the world because either no one else will or they can't. They come to her and she does what she's best at: inciting chaos and destroying threats, whatever the latter might be.

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