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[ladyames]

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ALISTAIR

Alistair stood near the window in his study, leaning his large, muscular frame against the wall until the muted early winter sun lit the page in his hands. The message was not long, but contained more information in what it did not say than in what it did. The king lowered the parchment to stare out the paned frame in front of him.


Your Majesty,

Alas, as of yet I still can bring you no specific news to the whereabouts of the individual that you and Teyrn Cousland seek. I know that this person made a stop elsewhere early on and before moving on, but I am not privileged to this information.

For now, suffice it to say that winter has arrived and I find myself welcomed with great enthusiasm at the village of Haven. Such a contrast to the last time we visited, you and I and our mutual friend, yes? Tremendous changes have been made and you would hardly recognize it for the same place today.

I shall stay here for as long as is necessary, which may be the entire winter season, possibly longer. The weather here, as we discovered on our previous visit, is at best inclement, particularly during these next few months.

Should the conditions change, or I receive specific word towards the goal we seek, I shall write you again. In the meantime, my dear friend,

Maker be with you ...

Leliana

Reading the missive again did nothing to change his opinion of the matter. He was certain she would have written to Fergus as well. But what of Teagan? Alistair thought on this for a moment. Smiling to himself, he made what he would later refer to as an executive decision. Rising to his full height, he turned and exited the room, striding down the halls of the palace with such speed that he almost ran over a servant as he rounded the corner. After assisting the elven lass to her feet once more and apologizing for his ill-mannered behavior, Alistair continued on.

In moments, he was entering the office that Eamon occupied as chancellor. Inside, he found Eamon leaning over a table with another of the many governmental officials who worked at the palace. Both men turned to face him as he entered the room, bowing respectfully as he came to a stop before them. He was about to tell them to desist when he caught a reproachful glance from Eamon. Swallowing what he had been about to say, Alistair turned his focus onto Eamon exclusively. "I will be taking a trip to Redcliffe on the morrow, Eamon," he announced, deciding from the outset to be more decisive in his attitude. He hoped that this might dissuade Eamon from protesting.

It did not.

"But, your Majesty," the elder man argued, "the weather conditions are hardly appropriate for long distance travel at this time."

Alistair snorted. "Eamon, if I let a little weather stop me from traveling, we never would have defeated the archdemon," he countered. "This will be an informal visit, and we will travel by horse, if that will satisfy you?" He waited for Eamon's nod, though it pained him to make the suggestion. The last time he'd been on a horse he'd nearly been thrown.

Eamon seemed taken aback by Alistair's take-charge attitude, and it took a moment before Alistair saw him start to protest again. Raising his hand, the king cut off his words. "Eamon, I need a break, let's face it. You can keep a handle on what's going on here. I feel the need for ... open skies and country air." He could see that Eamon sensed there was more, but the man wisely kept his mouth shut.

"Yes, your majesty," he replied. "May I at least request you take a contingent of guards with you for your own safety?"

Alistair swallowed his amusement. To keep me on my horse you mean? he thought. "Of course," he replied. "If you could arrange this for an early departure in the morning then?" Eamon nodded. "Good." Turning then, Alistair left the room so that he could not give Eamon another opportunity to organize his protests. Instead, he headed towards his apartments, determined to pack his own gear as he used to do ... once upon a time.

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As their group rode into the castle courtyard, Alistair was more than happy to dismount his steed. He patted the animal's flanks gently as he reached to unstrap his pack, but was soon nudged aside by one of his guardsmen who had appointed himself as the king's personal aide on this trip. Sighing in frustration, Alistair rounded the animal and began walking up the steps towards the keep. He had almost reached the door when he heard a whine from behind him.

Turning, Alistair found Cadogan, Lysette's mabari warhound who had been left behind when she departed the palace so many months before. The poor animal had been upset at first, though as soon as Alistair had fed him, he seemed contented enough to remain with him. He had interacted with Fergus some as well, but wound up happy enough to remain at the palace. Alistair had brought him along on this trip in the hopes that a resolution satisfactory to all parties would be found, which included the lonely hound. Using a gesture that Lysette had taught Alistair and their companions to signal the dog to come, the king was able to enter the castle proper with the beast by his side.

Alistair led the way into the main hall. Dressed as he was in his armor, it took a moment before the staff realized that the King of Ferelden had arrived in their midst. He approached the hearth, removing gauntlets and loosening the buckles of his armor to be more comfortable, and stepped towards the giant hearth complete with raging fire. Signaling Cadogan to stay, he moved to set his things on the nearby table. He was just removing his chestplate when he heard a voice behind him. "Your Majesty!" Teagan's voice boomed in surprise as he hurried into the room and moved closer. "You should have sent a messenger ahead so we would have been able to greet you properly!"

Alistair chuckled as he lifted the chestplate over his head. Setting the piece aside, he greeted the man with the forearm clasp so common among the soldiering class. "Teagan, it is good to see you again."

Teagan grinned. "And you, your -"

Alistair frowned. "If you call me that one more time, I shall start referring to you as 'Uncle!'" he declared officiously.

Alistair watched as the man who had been uncle to his older half-brother shuddered visibly at the thought. "Maker's breath, no!" he gasped, horrified at the thought. "I don't want to have to defend myself to the Landsmeet against claims of regicide, justifiable as it may be!"

In the act of removing the remainder of his armor, Alistair straightened and laughed as he smoothed out his simple tunic and leggings that he had worn beneath. "Yes," he agreed with a smirk, "I can see your point!" Teagan gestured for him to follow then, and Alistair retrieved his armor and light pack before doing so. He followed his friend to a room that Teagan offered for lodgings during his stay. Alistair nodded in approval and set his armor upon his bed, knowing that one of his men would take it and clean it up after delivering the light baggage he had brought with him.

"Alistair," Teagan began while the king stretched to ease the stiffness in his limbs, "I have to ask: what is the reason for your visit? This is so ... sudden and unexpected. Is there trouble in Denerim?"

Alistair straightened then and reached for his pack. Retrieving the letter, he gestured for Teagan to lead the way out. "I believe you will want some privacy for this," he said softly as the older man led him back downstairs to the main floor. They turned right then and headed towards the study.Teagan closed the door behind them before Alistair turned and handed the parchment to his friend. As he watched Teagan read the document, he said, "I don't know if you are aware, but Fergus hired Leliana to assist with finding Lysette.

"Teagan shook his head. "I knew nothing of this," he breathed, reading the message a second time, "though given our last conversation together I suspected something of the like."

"Teagan," Alistair told him, stepping towards the man now, "The message is more than the mere words written there." He watched Teagan raise his head. "I think she has found Lys."

Teagan frowned and glanced down at the message once more. "At this ... Haven?" he queried. "How can you tell? Her letter is so ... vague."

Alistair nodded. "First of all, I traveled with her for almost two years: I know how she operates. Second, it makes sense," he explained. "Haven is a Chantry site now, undergoing refitting and restoration, as well as archaeological exploration. Brother Genitivi is running this expedition. I have no doubt that Lys would remember the man, and his ambitions, and seek him out for shelter and aid ... perhaps in return for assistance?"

Alistair watched the emotions that flitted across the man's chiseled features. When he saw the hope that sprung into his eyes, Alistair knew that he had him. "I think it is safe to say she is there, Teagan, and from the looks of things she plans to stay at least through the winter. Leliana would not have been so evasive in her letter if she had not found her in person."

"I've never even heard of this ... Haven," Teagan murmured.

Alistair chuckled. Gesturing his friend over to a nearby chair, he began, "Let me tell you a story about a group of fanatical cultists who thought Andraste was reincarnated as a dragon ..."

Modifié par ladyames, 27 juillet 2010 - 12:19 .

[ladyames]

 One of the nice things about insomnia is that I can upload my chapter a few hours early!

Thanks to all of my readers, reviewers and lurkers as well as those who set favs and status alerts; especially: Erynnar, kiwibliss, Piceron, Eva Galana, Shakespira and MireliAmbar.Thanks as always to my intrepid betas: Piceron, VioletTheirin, Erynnar and MireliAmbar without whose assistance, support and encouragement I would not be nearly the writer I have become for this story! Thank you, my dears, is not good enough yet it is all I can offer!

Always, Bioware owns all by my Warden and the dog ...


HAVEN


Though he had been Bann of Rainesfere for quite a while before taking over the Arling of Redcliffe, Teagan had been quite unaware of the village of Haven until Alistair began to regale him in detail with tales of the adventures he and his companions had there while searching for the Urn of Sacred Ashes which had been used to save Eamon. Granted, the hamlet was high up in the Frostback Mountains, but Teagan still was surprised that it had gone all of these years in relative obscurity.

Teagan chose to travel by foot, deciding that he didn't want to chance a horse in the treacherously steep mountain range. After Alistair's visit, he had started planning this venture. Now several weeks later, he felt that he was finally making some progress in his search for Lysette."Welcome, traveler."

Teagan glanced up at the soldier standing guard duty. No, he realized belatedly, not soldier: Templar. Pausing a moment to catch his breath, Teagan gestured towards the village ahead of him. "This is Haven, yes?"

The man chuckled. "Seeking sanctuary, are we?" he asked. "Yes, this is the village of Haven."

Teagan nodded, lowering the hood to his cloak. Now that he had reached the secluded site, the ferocious winds and snow that had been buffeting him all morning had ceased. "I am looking for a young woman," he explained, "who is here to assist Brother Genitivi."

The Templar's eyes narrowed, hardened as he stared at Teagan. For a moment, the Arl began to wonder if perhaps he'd said something wrong. "We have several women at the site," the guard informed him. "Can you be more specific, ser?"

Swallowing hard, Teagan explained, "Her name is Leliana. She's here at the behest of King Alistair to ..."

At the mention of Leliana's name, Teagan noticed the man's face light up once more. "Ah, the little entertainer," he murmured with obvious affection and delight. With a chuckle, he added, "At this time of day you will find her at the library in the Chantry. She and several of the others have been doing research up there." The man pointed in the direction of a path leading up the mountain. "Follow the pathway. The Chantry will be on the third tier up."

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"Teagan," Leliana murmured gently as they walked along the pathway towards the lake, "you must keep in mind: she is afraid. Why, I cannot say exactly for it is not my place. But the fear is there, and it is ever present in her eyes."

Teagan nodded thoughtfully as they walked along. "How long has she been here?" he asked.

"Almost from the beginning. She said she made one side trip along the way, but she never told me where." Coming to a stop in front of the door, Leliana glanced up at him. "Prepare yourself, my lord," she murmured more formal than at any other time during their relationship. "She has much to tell and some of it may come as a shock to you."

Frowning, Teagan followed slowly behind the bard as she entered the small house. "Lysette?" he heard her call, her body in the doorway blocking his view, "you have a visitor."

"A visitor?"

At the sound of her voice, Teagan realized just how long it had been since the last time they had spoken. Drawn as a moth to flame, he stepped around Leliana, lowering his hood once more and searching for her ... to find her half-risen from a chair in front of the hearth, her hand at her swollen belly, covering it protectively. "Lys!" he gasped, taking in the sight before him.

"Teagan!" she cried, stumbling as she tried to retreat but found the chair blocking her way. Then, quite suddenly, she turned on Leliana. "Leli, how could you?" she cried, panic clear in her voice along with the pain of betrayal. "I trusted you!"

Leliana opened her mouth to defend herself, but it was Teagan who raised a hand to stop the bard and spoke softly. "Lysette, no! It was not Leliana who told me."

Her eyes darting back towards him, he briefly recognized the look in them: the hunted look of prey that had been cornered by a predator. "Wh-why are you here?" she demanded.

Teagan gave Leliana a quick glance, and the bard nodded, turning and leaving the building, closing the door behind her. Teagan gestured towards a cloak rack nearby and asked, "May I?" while removing his outer garment. At her nod, he hung the item from a peg and set his pack on the floor next to it before turning back to face her. She remained standing near the table, using it as a line of defense between them. He wanted to ask her so many things, but he could see that she was not in a receptive mood, so he held his tongue. Thinking back to her question, he said softly, "I am here because I was looking for you. I have been searching for you since you left Denerim."

Her harsh laugh was filled with derision, and he suddenly recalled the night in the garden clearly. He wondered if she was still having doubts about herself. "Why?" she asked. "What reason would you have to come looking for me?"

Teagan looked into her eyes, those cerulean orbs that had quite often told him in the past exactly what he needed to know about her. He saw panic, fear, ... hope? Or was he seeing what he wanted to see? Deciding that he had nothing to lose and everything to gain, he replied, "Because I love you, Lys. I wanted to speak with you, after that night we had together, in Denerim, after the Landsmeet ... but we never had a moment to ourselves. Then, after you defeated the archdemon, you disappeared before we could ..." Shrugging, he added, "I wanted to tell you then, but you were gone. Even Fergus became worried and sought me out for help believing that I would know where you were to be found."

Teagan wanted desperately to close the distance between them, but he sensed that she was still not ready for that. "Eventually, even Alistair sought me out, bringing me word that not only were you missing without a trace, but that Leliana had mentioned in a report from Haven that there were more people at the site than expected."

Lysette frowned, leaning against the edge of the table. She could feel the old doubts plaguing her, trying to overwhelm her, particularly since she had been caught off guard by his presence. "Why should I believe you?" she asked.

Teagan smiled inwardly. He knew then that he had her; that all would work out if he maintained his patience. "Because six months ago a shy but magnificent little warrior told me she wanted me to be with her ... and here I am."

Lysette's breath caught as he recited her words back at her so many months later. Stepping carefully away from the table she walked around the obstacle, slowly moving in his direction. A mere two feet away, she halted, her lower lip pulled between her teeth in a nervous gesture. She desperately wanted to cross the distance between them, to feel his arms around her once more, but she had to be sure. With a deep breath, she asked, "Are you sure you can you just ... accept me? Not only am I carrying your bastard child, but it is a child of a Warden ... affected by the taint, keeping me from my duties ..."

Teagan realized then enormity of her concerns behind the reason why she had left him, why she had run off from all that she knew and loved. Without hesitation, he took the step forward, narrowing the chasm between them. Lifting a hand to her chin, he tilted her head until she looked up into his eyes. "The night you came to me willingly," he told her gently, "we were married in my heart. Our minds, our souls ... our spirits became one that night. The child you now carry inside of you," he reached out and at long last felt the firmness within, reveling in the strength he felt there, "was made from and is proof of that commitment. I care not whether the Chantry has approved of us, or the other nobles, the king or even the Wardens. All that matters to me now, at this moment is if you feel the same..."

Lysette leaned forward then, feeling his arms slide around her, pulling her close, keeping her safe, gently welcoming her to him. "That is all I've ever wanted," she whispered.

Tilting her head slightly, Teagan leaned forward and kissed her. He felt her respond to his touch, and deepened the contact. Their six month separation seemed only to have intensified the feelings between them. When he did lift his head finally, it was to heaving breaths gasping for air. "Lysette Cousland," he managed after a moment, "I love you."

Lysette felt the ever present tears these days begin rolling down her cheeks. "That would be Lysette Guerrin to you, my lord," she teased, reaching for his hand. Taking it firmly in her own, she led him towards the other room.

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Much later they lay in bed together, their bodies curled against one another, drifting in and out of sleep. At one point, Teagan started awake as he felt a pressure against his ribcage. Opening his eyes and glancing down, he lifted a hand to Lysette's belly. "Was that ...?"

Lysette giggled, feeling completely relaxed and at ease for the first time in months. Placing a hand over Teagan's, she nodded. "Yes." She lifted his hand, moved it to another part of her waistline, and covered it there with her own. Moments later, they were rewarded with another movement by the child.

"Maker's breath ...," Teagan gasped while struggling to sit up. He felt almost winded at the thought of his child growing there, inside of her. "Does that hurt at all?"

Lysette smiled at him, snuggling against his chest. "Not really," she returned, "though if it gets near certain areas it can be uncomfortable. Your child has decided that kicking my ribcage of an afternoon when I am sitting is quite an amusing activity."

Teagan visibly winced at her pronouncement, but did notice that she didn't seem too upset because of it. "How much longer ... until it is born?" He knew in his head when the child had been conceived, but ...

"About three months, give or take," Lysette replied softly.

Teagan adjusted his position against the headboard of the bed, keeping Lysette beside him as he did so. He was pleased when she adjusted her position to match his, instead of pulling away. "I know you have found a place here," he told her carefully, "and I would not want to take you away from that, but would you consider coming back to Redcliffe with me ... as my wife?"

Looking up at him, Lysette smiled brilliantly through unshed tears. "Teagan, in all honesty, there is no other place I have wanted to be but with you since the night we were together. I am so sorry I ..."

He lifted a finger to her lips. "No apologies," he insisted. Placing a kiss on her forehead, he added, "Lys, I understand - really, I do. Remember, I knew your parents, I know your brother, I saw how things were during the Blight ... I know you: how you think, feel, all of that. I'm only sorry I didn't let you know my feelings sooner." Easing her down onto the bed along with himself, he added, "Now, let's grab some sleep before Leliana decides to come back and interrupt us."

Modifié par ladyames, 28 juillet 2010 - 10:32 .

[ladyames]

 This chapter is my one uber-romantic chapter, and is very special to me for a variety of reasons, not the least of which is I've based Teagan's proposal off of how my husband proposed to me back in 1998. I live in Indianapolis, Indiana, and moved here in 1996. To get here (from Montana) I drove in on Interstate 74. When it gets to Indy, I-74 joins I-465 on the west side of town (circles the city) until it reaches the east side of town. What was I-74 on the west side becomes Crawfordsville Rd. which runs through Speedway, IN (yes, the Indy 500 location), becoming 16th Street and then meandering into downtown, Indianapolis. My husband, bless him, is a native Hoosier. He was born on Race Day, 1968 ... his mother having to "race" down Crawfordsville Rd./16th Street through race-day traffic to get to Methodist Hospital.

On the way to meet his parents for dinner, my husband in all his romantic brilliance pulls over on the right shoulder of I-465 at the entrance/exit to I-74 and retrieves my engagement ring (I knew this was coming - having to get the ring sized and all, and we had just picked it up together at the jewelers, but just not exactly when during the drive). He then proceeds to explain why he chose that spot - because it is the junction of the roads that brought us together - I-74 bringing me into his life just as Crawfordsville Rd/16th St brought him into this world. I laughed, I cried, we kissed ... and then the State Trooper knocked on the driver's side window ... I KID YOU NOT! "Just wanted to make sure everything was ok ..." Well, my husband thinks quick on his feet and managed to get us out of any tickets, even having the cop congratulate us before he left! And so began my life with my husband ... a very interesting start, no? I know this will be posted much later, but as I am writing this, I am desperately waiting for my files from a broken flash drive to be sent back to me - something else my husband surprised me with by telling me, no matter the cost, to have it done. Me, I would use the money on bills. My husband finds the strangest and most unexpected times to be romantic!

Thanks as always to those who have read, reviewed, lurked and set favs and alerts including: Liso66, jen4306, kiwibliss, Prose Princess, Eva Galana, Whiteowluk, Piceron, Shakespira and Erynnar.

Thanks also to my fabulous betas: Erynnar, VioletTheirin, Piceron and MireliAmbar without whose help I would never have made it this far with my sanity!

As always, Bioware owns it all ... except for what I make up ...

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TEAGAN'S PROPOSAL


Before leaving Haven, Teagan and Lysette, with Leliana's assistance, arranged for Revered Mother Sofia to perform a simple marriage ceremony for them. It was small, personal and exactly what Teagan and Lysette had hoped for. They promised the woman that they would repeat their vows soon, in a much larger ceremony at Redcliffe; one that the entire group at Haven would be welcome to attend.

Leliana followed them to the path leading down the mountain. After wishing them safe travels, she made a promise: to be in attendance for the larger ceremony whenever they chose to have it, as well as for the birth of the child; returning to Redcliffe for whichever came first.

The journey from Haven to Redcliffe itself was not a long one, during the Blight it had taken Lysette and her team only two and a half days to make the trip. However, given her current state and the harsher winter conditions, Teagan did not want to take any chances, so they stretched it out over five days, finally arriving at the castle late in the afternoon on the fifth day. Before they descended down to the village and then to the castle, however, Teagan pulled Lysette aside. He led her to a large boulder near a cliff overlooking the village, cleared a space of the dusting of snow that covered it and had her sit. Then, seating himself beside her, he reached into his pocket.

"Before we are home," he told her, "I wanted to ask you something."

Lysette glanced into his grey eyes, concern creasing her brow. "Is something wrong, Teagan?" she asked, lifting a hand to his face.

Teagan chuckled. "In a manner of speaking, I suppose," he replied. Taking her hand from his cheek, he slid something cool down her finger, then waited for her to notice.

Lysette broke her gaze away from his long enough to spy the ring he had slid onto the finger. "Teagan ...?"

Reaching out and cupping her cheek in his hand, he told her, "I wanted to officially ask you here," he gestured around them, "the place where you first came into Redcliffe; the road that brought you back into my lonely existence. I love you, Lysette Cousland, with all that I am and ever shall be. Will you be my wife? My lifemate? Mother of our children? Stay with me until we part this world and, should the Maker allow it, join me in the hereafter so that we may be together eternally?"

Lysette had given up hope of halting the tears that started rolling down her cheeks when he began to speak and his meaning became clear. "Teagan, you wonderful fool, of course I will!" she breathed, leaning against him and holding him tightly. She felt him kiss her lips lightly, an expression of the love he felt for her evident in the touch. Glancing up at him, she smiled shyly. "I think you should know something," she murmured, looking away when his gaze became too intense, too knowing.

"What might that be?" he queried.

"I have loved you for a very, very long time," she whispered, keeping her gaze away for a moment as she admitted her long kept secret that she had referred to only vaguely back in Haven. "I knew back when I was fifteen and we met in Denerim at the Landsmeet, remember? I was searching for Fergus and I found you both in The Gnawed Noble Tavern?"

Teagan nodded, recalling the two weeks spent with his friend Fergus Cousland and their family. "When exactly did you make this discovery, my lady?" he asked softly while holding her to him. "I recall no declarations of such."

Lysette giggled softly at his teasing banter. Remarkably, it was putting her at ease. "It was at the party at your brother's estate," she admitted. "Do you recall that?"

Teagan gave her a sideways glance. "I remember meeting a beautiful but young soldier who announced that she preferred her leather armor to dresses, yes. However, I recall no such declarations of your heart at the time."

Lysette blushed. "Actually, I was in a blue dress," she admitted. "I had exited the dining hall to assist an ... acquaintance. Upon my return, I was trying to find someplace safe, quiet and comfortable when ..."

Teagan laughed. "When you found me at my oafish best, trying to convince you to come back out onto the dance floor. I remember," he added.

"And when I refused, you insisted on dancing with me there and then, in the middle of that hall." Lysette smiled at the memory. "From that point on, I knew that you were a person worthy of trust, admiration and love." She took a deep breath and added, "When we ... came together during the Blight, I ...," she blushed again. Finally braving her fears, she glanced up at him, her eyes locking onto his. "Teagan, I did not leave because of what happened between us. I did not run because I was afraid of you."

Teagan reached out and ran a hand over her long dark tresses that were bound back in a braid. "I know you didn't, Lys, just as I know you were scared of the situation you found yourself in - alone, pregnant, unmarried. And from the little I know of Wardens, I remembered enough to realize that you had concerns in that regard as well. Though I missed you, and would have married you months ago if I'd been able to find you, I do not blame you for your reactions. What is important is that we are together now, and will remain that way."

Lysette nodded, accepting the hand that he held out to help her to her feet. "For always," she told him.

Teagan smiled down at her and agreed, "For always." Turning them back onto the road then, he added, "Now we had better get moving. I have a very grumpy house guest waiting to hear your reasons for disappearing right after his coronation."

Lysette gasped. "Alistair is at Redcliffe?" she asked.

Teagan nodded, pulling her beside him as they descended the steep hill. "Your brother has been in and out off and on for the past several months as well. He had just arrived again as I left Redcliffe on my way to get you."

Lysette groaned knowing she was going to have to do a lot of explaining ... and apologizing. "Tell me, husband," she queried as they walked, "how does one apologize to a king?"

Teagan laughed aloud. "Very carefully?" he suggested with a grin while leading her towards her new life. At her smile, he added, "Not so worried about your brother, then, are you?"

Lysette blushed slightly. "On the contrary, he might be the more difficult to appease!"

[Gilgamesh1138]

I know I posted on FF.net., but I wanted to squee for more Teagan!  YAY!:wub:

[ladyames]

Unlimited Squee-ing allowed!