He took it to work the next week, and he got that sinking feeling when he came out to ride home. The bike started, but the first crank had sounded as ...hough it wasn’t going to happen. Every night, it went back on the tender to keep it topped up. The weather grew cold early and he prepared to put it away for the winter, but he kept that little charger going and he kept to his winter routine of going out to the garage to start the bike once a week and let it run until it was warm. But there were. King Cailan had noted that they – or really, Nathaniel – was missing and had sent out search parties at sunrise. As the patrol hadn’t realised they would find Leliana with their missing Arl, they’d only brought one spare mount, but neither archer could bring themselves to complain about sharing.As they rode, Nathaniel amused her with sarcastic and witty comments whispered in her ear, which she couldn’t react to without the soldiers figuring out their game; she punished him by shifting. Nanci was smaller than Scooter had imagined, smaller than her mother -- and looking very forlorn, especially with that healing black eye and other bruises. Someone had worked her over pretty well, she thought. Boy, with everything else that's going down right now, this takes the prize! Over the years, she'd heard Crystal bitching and griping a lot about Nanci and how her wildness and thoughtlessness had ended up with Crystal being driven out of the house, to Jon leaving -- and, for that matter,. The compliments during this time were simple, flattering compliments, things a man would never say. "Oh you painted your nails a new shade of red" or "Those shoes really help showcase your legs," or "Is that a new lipstick? It really makes your lips come to life." Each compliment seemed to perk up Gwen.Then we went bridesmaid dress shopping."So what color are you thinking the bridesmaids should wear?" I asked as we arrived at the store."I don't know I was thinking green." I look amazing in.