[Oh, not even the big scary version of Stick Kid is going to distract from the sheer joy of chasing something thrown. They have a mission, sure, but in Assan's childish brain, the danger has passed. This isn't a threat, this is Stick Kid! So off he zooms, leaving a bewildered Grey Warden holding a sword he's increasingly unsure about sheathing.]
[Except it's changing.]
[The sword slowly lowers as what's happening registers. It's not like Lucanis or even Harding's transformations. Like their uses of otherworldly power. This is... something else. Something totally out of Davrin's depth. But the second he recognizes the face, the kid, he sheaths the blade.]
Hey, kid. [Now the wariness, the readiness to attack is all but evaporated. He's confused! But -] What - was that?
[Fortunately, Assan chooses that moment to come trotting back, depositing the stick at Davrin's feet, and continuing on to headbutt the sheepish Okarun.]
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[Except it's changing.]
[The sword slowly lowers as what's happening registers. It's not like Lucanis or even Harding's transformations. Like their uses of otherworldly power. This is... something else. Something totally out of Davrin's depth. But the second he recognizes the face, the kid, he sheaths the blade.]
Hey, kid. [Now the wariness, the readiness to attack is all but evaporated. He's confused! But -] What - was that?
[Fortunately, Assan chooses that moment to come trotting back, depositing the stick at Davrin's feet, and continuing on to headbutt the sheepish Okarun.]