Heh, I'm trying myself in writing. I hope it's understandable.
Caught in action.
“Oh, Anders, what are you doing here?”
That was a rather odd question, considering that it was I who had caught in action our reckless commander in my room, not the opposite. Now I had the reasonable question: what kind of action it was.
“You know, Rhia, it’s me who should ask you that question” said I, leaning against the door in case she would try to escape without explanations.
“Huh, thanks for not asking it then”, she gave me a charming smile. If a smile of a predator can be called charming. Maker’s bloody ass, she was lucky my Marina was at Orzammar. My pretty elf. Very pretty, very deadly and very jealous elf.
“So, were you looking for something, commander? Or you just missed me that much?”
“I was actually looking for your cat”, said Rhiamon.
“What business do you have with my cat?”
Now I was worried. She was a shapeshifter after all. A shapeshifter, who had mastered a cat form and haven’t had a man for some time.
“Don’t look at me like that, Anders! I just wanted to fall asleep hugging your kitty. I think my Fireball fell in love with that new mabari b@tch teyrn Fergus had given to Marina. Now he’s chasing her all over the Keep and I don’t want them in my room. No way! They will destroy my house of cards I was building last week. Pounce is more delicate.”
Of course I didn’t believe her, she was definitely up to something. And she obviously didn’t want to leave.
That’s when I heard the noise from the cloakroom behind her.
“What’s that?” said I, moving forward.
“I guess your cloak fell, nothing to worry about,” she giggled nervously.
“You're hiding there someone! In my sodding room!” exclaimed I, pulling the handle.
I wasn’t prepared to what I’ve seen.
“Ooops!” exhaled Rhiamon, still giggling quietly.
“Andraste’s knicker-weasels! What’s he doing here?”
King Alistair was looking at me. A completely naked King Alistair. And he was… well, I could tell why some maidens were so obsessed about our ruler.
“Meow,” said King Alistair.
“You two are sick!” said I, tossing the king a cloak to cover his majesty.
King Alistair ignored the cloak, letting it fall on the floor. I was honored with a surprised “meow”.
“Now this is just great!” said I, turning towards Rhiamon who was shamelessly smiling from ear to ear. “Couldn’t you too role-play in your room? And… wait. Are you two together again? Does Anora know?”
I guess I was so shocked to meet our monarch without a protocol that I completely forgot about their mutual hatred.
“Of course she doesn’t know,” replied she. “I'll tell you even more: Alistair doesn’t know either”.
I suppose she'd found my puzzled expression amusing, because she had to suppress a burst of laughter before she could continue:
“Don’t you recognize your cat, Anders? It’s Ser Pounce-a-Lot!”
When she pronounced the name, King Alistair indeed pounced a lot, embracing us both in a bear-hug and purring like a… cat. Rhiamon giggled madly with her mouth pressed against my chest. She was also mumbling something, but all I could make out was a word “sandwich”. That was really embarrassing. We both were lucky Marina was at Orzammar.
I broke the embrace casting a Glyph of Repulsion. Rhia fell on my bed (our bed), laughing like a crazy witch (and that’s exactly who she was!), and King Pounce-a-Lot had landed on his four limbs and hissed.
“I guess he’s indeed my cat,” there was no point in denying that any longer. “What did you do to him?”
“Ahaha, I was just trying new spells from the book Morrigan gave me before she went through that mirror. You do remember that story, yes?”
Of course I did! It was impossible to shut Rhia up for a month after that adventure.
“I remember. But why does he look like King Alistair?”
“It’s like with my shapeshifting,” she finally managed to stand up. “You can turn the test subject only into a human you know very well. Besides I couldn’t stop thinking about His Awkwardness after he had sent me a broom and that strange hat on Satinalia. Did he think I would wear it? Ewww.”
“So you did it? Good. Now change him back!”
“You don’t like our puppy prince? Aww, I’m hurt,” she gave me one of her “mabari pup looks” and petted the King’s head. King Pounce-a-Lot started to rub against her legs and seeing them two like that was… disturbing.
“He’s a cat, Rhia! He must look like a cat! And imagine what others will think if they see him like this! Please, turn him back!”
She sighed.
“You are an awfully boring person, Anders,” she said heading to exit. “But I understand, he’s your pet, you’re worried about his physical and mental state… Oh, well, I'll do as you say, although I wanted to send him to Nate first. But you know I can’t resist when you ask nicely.”
Zap!
“See you! Have fun!” she smiled and winked and disappeared behind the door.
Finally!
I turned back to reconcile with my cat and…
“Holy Maker’s sodding ass!!!”
She’d changed my cat into Queen Anora. Very naked Queen Anora…
Modifié par Galagraphia, 29 octobre 2010 - 06:54 .