Dragn

The baby saga

Snickering turns into laughing and laughing turns into hushed off chuckles. Vivienne's glare is ruthless and even if she's not the one renowned for losing her temper with her powers she looks dangerously close to shooting sparks from her fingertips.

"Get that grubby thing away from me," she hisses, shooing the inquisitor away with one of her hands, "I'd sooner hold *Sera* than let that horrid thing touch me."

"Awww, do you mean it Viv?" Sera leans dangerously close to her personal space, delighting in the offended squeal the mage let's out.

"You'd both do well to keep your distance!"

Sera snickers again. "It's just a baby Viv, it ain't gonna hurt ya, might spit up on your pretty robes though."

"Yes and wouldn't that be a shame," Dorian cuts in lightly, a playful smile on his face. "I think Madame Vivienne would have to rid herself of the clothes where she stands."

"Oh now I really wanna see her hold it."

Dorian isn't scared of the flicker of electricity that sparks off following Vivienne's offended gasp but Sera may be. She takes a few steps back and throws up her hands in a placating gesture.

The Inquisitor doesn't waver though. "Really, none of you want to hold a cute little baby?"

Sera sneers despite her previous comments. Dorian, for his part, looks polite but the distaste is clear on his face. Vivienne simply pinches her brows together and keeps herself stood firmly on the opposite side of the room.

Sighing dramatically, the Inquisitor turns on their heel, letting the infant gaze at them over their shoulder. "Fine, your loss. I'm sure my ambassadors will be more inclined to be blessed with our presence."

Vivienne let's out the breath she'd been holding once the door closes behind them, sending the other two into another fit of laughter.