Prompt answer:
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First Meeting:
"What do you want?" the mage asked, scrutinizing Alistair.
"To make it short so we can skip the whole frogzipping part and other ugly stuff: the reverent mother needs to see you. I know you are terribly busy with all the lightning that comes out of your hand and so, but I'm just the messenger, bringing... well… a message."
The mage stared disbelieving at him for a moment, before he found his voice again. "Do I have to remind you that we are here on the king's behalf?"
"Do I have to remind you that I'm just here to deliver that message?" he mimicked the mage's words. Okay that sounded bold even to Alistair's ears. Seemed like a restless night full of weird darkspawn dreams did wonders to his courage. He only hoped he could keep that up for later use, like elvish recruits and... well… mainly for that purpose.
If Alistair hadn't been so engaged in the heated talk with the mage, he would have noticed that said recruit had already come all the way up to him and was watching the spectacle before her eyes with a mixture of annoyance and amusement.
Eventually, the mage let out a displeased grunt, before he hissed, "Fine, I'll go to her then."
Alistair watched him leaving and, while still in a bold mood, he exclaimed, "Alistair one, Mage zero. Yaaay." Fitting to his words, he stretched one arm in the sky and turned around... just to look into the face of an elven woman. THAT elven woman.
As if someone had cast a spell on him, he could feel all the bravery and boldness leaving his system at once. Alistair staggered, felt the heat rising to his cheeks and tried to find some words, but his head was suddenly empty. He saw how she narrowed her eyes - green, glistering eyes, he noticed - but didn't say anything, which left him only longer in such misery.
"I-I..." he tried to begin, but she interrupted him.
"Are you an idiot?"
Alistair gave in to the urge to blink, as her first ever spoken words to him sank in. It sounded more like a conclusion than a question.
Great. "W-what?" he managed to bring out.
She let a sound out what resembled an agitated sigh. "You are that shemlen named Alistair, right? I was told to meet you.
Unfortunately, it seems."
Alistair kept staring at her, while his mouth went repeatedly open and shut but no sound came out. He wished he could easily speak the thoughts that were flooding his mind. That or be fighting a darkspawn horde. Somehow he found the idea of fighting a darkspawn horde more appealing in that moment. He gulped and saw that she had suddenly turned around to leave. "N-no. Wait."
The elf reluctantly stopped but more because Alistair had grabbed her arm in a sudden reflex. She quickly discarded it with what sounded like a growl and faced him again. "Oh, I thought we were done here already." The piercing sarcasm in her voice made him wince.
Alistair sighed exaggeratedly and eventually found enough strength to speak. "I guess we had a bad start here, huh? Sorry about that. Yes, I'm Alistair, and no, I'm not an idiot... most the time." He weakly smiled at her, but she just continued to look at him, unperturbed. "However…" he harrumphed, "...you are the elf, right?" Oh great Alistair, you are one master of words. The urge to dig himself a deep hole and live with the darkspawn became suddenly more apparent to him than ever before.
"No, actually I'm a dwarf in disguise." The Dalish rolled her eyes at so much obviousness. If she did that because it was obvious that she was an elf or because it was obvious that Alistair had made himself an idiot, he could not say for sure. Probably more of the latter. He sighed.
"No, no, I mean, you are the elvish recruit Duncan has told me about. The Dalish. Lenya is your name, right? Nice to meet you."
"Yeah, what now, shemlen?" That question caught him off guard. It seemed like this woman had a talent for that somehow.
"W-well, now we search for the other recruits and meet Duncan. About the talk earlier with the mage..."
"I'm not interested to hear it." With that she turned around to go.
Ouch. He stared at her for a moment, noticing her proud and elegant bearing as she moved, before the Warden actually remembered that he had to follow her. All of a sudden, she stopped and he nearly bumped into her.
"Why are you following me, human?" The gaze she threw him was ice cold.
"Well, I'm just doing my job, you know. As the latest member of the order, I have to take care of the recruits today."
"And this includes following me around like a
puppy?"
"Apparently," he grinned shortly, but since she didn't react on his joke, he tried being more serious. "Look, I won't get in your way, okay. So let us just find the other two recruits and then move to Duncan to get the things needed for the joining."
"That's the best thing you have said so far," Lenya muttered and moved on.
"Thank you, my lady. That is sooo kind of you." Alistair faked a bow, which she elegantly ignored. Or him as a person. He didn't know actually, nor did he want to know.
Somehow, this woman was more likable when she was asleep.
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Okay I confess I cheated here. This is a snippet from my main story "Of elves and humans", chapter 2 named
"She is one archdemon short of a blight". Lol, pretty much sums it up. Alistair is going to suffer. A lot.
Modifié par Merilsell, 15 décembre 2010 - 02:21 .