"Whoa baby, you gotta buy me dinner first," Varric joked, "But, hey, we should find out more about the flower myths, and there's no one more knowledgeable about the old tales than my dear, sweet mother." Guinevere softly elbowed him but smiled. No more weird romance between them, all was well and how it should be. Being his mother's son, Varric took the moment to break out in song. Unlike Guinevere, who sang like a screeching banshee, Varric's voice was full of compassion and vulnerability. Singing brought out such an amazing side of Varric. He could make anyone fill up with hope and love just by singing a tune; it was like listening to an angel sing in heaven.
"That was beautiful, Varric. It really was," Guinevere praised him after he finished and glanced at Laciel, who had been so quiet she almost forgot he was there. Varric had invited him to seek out his mother so boldly that Guinevere worried he had frightened Laciel too much.
"I, ah, uhm... I th-think i'll j-just p-pass for n-now. I sh-should probably be h-heading back to the f-forge for n-now, I g-guess i'll s-see you two l-later..."
"..."
"Ah, b-buh-bye!"
"Laciel, wait!" She called out but he had already rushed off. Sighing heavily, Guinevere worried they had upset him. Laciel was never one to express his opinions and let his fears and troubles sit inside him until it all just blew up. Maybe she'd talk with him at a later time. Right now, Guinevere needed to find out what this flower really meant and Varric was correct, no one knew more about legends than his mother.
"Ready?" She asked looking at him and began walking to his home. Wearing full armor, Guinevere didn't even care to change back into her casual clothing. It felt like she was going to face her biggest enemy yet-the flower.