This choice: With Hawke’s help, Aveline starts to gain muscle, along with more fat. • Go Back... “Come on, Aveline! Pick up the pace! I’ve seen toddlers waddle faster than you!” Martian berated her friend publicly as they walked the streets of Hightown. Hawke kept a paces in front of the over fed Captain of the Guard, jogging backwards so that she could keep an eye on her, practically taunting Aveline with her physical fitness while she was panting like an old Mabari. It didn’t help that she was lugging around her weight in “valuables” Hawke had picked up. What would anyone ever need with this many pairs of tattered pants?
“You know, when you said you would help me, I wouldn’t have agreed if I knew you were just going to make me carry your junk!” Aveline as she readjusted some of the things the noble was forcing her to carry.
Marian scowled at the ginger as she walked in reverse. “Hush, ye of little faith! The is simply endurance training! You paid me to help you get back in shape, and by Andraste’s thong, I always do what I’m paid to!” Sometimes Aveline wondered if Hawke was the same kind of Andrastian as Varric, or if she simply liked the sounds of the blasphemous turns of phrase. “Plus, you’re my best friend, so I’m at least doubly obligated to help you.” And with that comment, Aveline was red in the face from more than being out of breath.
Hawke may have been greedy, money-grubbing, penny-pincher, but her friends still meant more to her than gold. She just preferred it when she could make money helping them. There were actually several occasions where she asked for money to do a job, was denied coin, then went ahead and helped anyway. She also had at least some morals, as she would never steal (except from criminals and those so rich they would never notice) and wouldn’t kill for coin (unless they really deserved). All things considered, Aveline would have to say Hawke at least tried to be a half decent person.
“Hey, bubble butt! Get your head out of the clouds! If we don’t get to the market before they close and I get a chance to hock all this crap, I’m going to make you run another three laps!”
Hawke’s “endurance training” only happened two other time, all ending with Hawke treating to a hearty meal. After that, the real workouts began. Hawke used some of the money she got from pawning her junk to buy some training equipment, and turned an unused room at her estate into a training room. Every day, Aveline would come to Hawke’s home, and she would be treated to a substantial amount of food to fuel her through the twenty lunges, jumping jacks, and windmill stretches that would immediately follow. All of that would just be a warm up for the exercises to come. The first day Marian had the obese former soldier go at a punching bag for twenty minutes without rest just as a start; her freckled cheeks red the entire time from the sensation of her loose arm fat and belly bulge wobbling about with each punch.
No two workout sessions were the same, but they were always brutal, exceedingly physically demanding, and followed up by a large meal with the Hawke family. At first Aveline thought Hawke was just torturing her, until she saw the results. Her once loose flab gained firmness, no longer wobbling as much when she moved. The muscles that had been lost beneath excess flesh began to reappear. Armor she had outgrown fit her better. Best of all, she no longer became winded easily. In fact, though she would never admit it, Hawke’s endurance training seemed to have worked, and now she felt like she had more energy to burn than even before she put on weight. Never before had she felt such confidence in herself, or her abilities. She even felt good enough to…   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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