Here's my prompt for Cave.
“Okay, this… was not the best idea I’ve gone along with,” Leanne Hawke muttered to herself before sighing. “I should have learnt from that damn thaig.”
Fenris, wisely, didn’t comment. Whilst carrying out a ‘favour’, he –and everyone else in the party– had found out about Hawke’s severe dislike concerning enclosed spaces. He couldn’t remember ever seeing the woman so riled up as she had been then, no… livid was a better description.
So, when the two of them had been exploring a cave that might have been some kind of tunnel, and the ceiling had collapsed, subdued was not what he had expected. From her previous reaction, she had fumed, screamed and beaten anything that got in her way to a pulp. For her to be practically curling herself into a ball, shaking and looking to be on the verge of tears…
No, not what he had expected at all. And so, not knowing what to do, he had started pulling the blockage away.
“There’s still light coming from the other side, so we haven’t been in here too long,” he noted, pulling away another large stone. “The cave-in can’t be that deep. It won’t take too long to get out.”
“An eight-year-old girl said that once when she was stuck down a well,” Hawke noted dryly. “She was down there for three days.”
Shocked, he paused in removing the rubble and turned to her. She had said little of her childhood. Whether because remembering Lothering was painful or because she hadn’t wished to make him feel uncomfortable with his lack of memories –and he knew she avoided certain topics for him in that regard– he didn’t know.
Despite it obviously being a painful recollection, he found that he wanted to know the story. He… wanted to know about her.
“I take it that was you?” he asked rhetorically. “How did you manage that?”
When she didn’t answer and stared fixedly at mound of dirt and stone, her expression beyond terror, he resumed digging. After a few moments, he looked over his shoulder at her, hoping that she would tell him.
“I… eh,” she began shakily, as if struggling to remember what his question was. “I’ve always had a passion for fighting. It was like dancing… or even breathing. When I was eight there were a few boys older than me. They would take their wooden swords and spar with each other near this old well. It was dry half the time, so nobody tended to use it. It was the perfect play area.”
“And it was this well you fell down?” he inquired, following the links. “Why didn’t the boys help you?”
“I didn’t fall down that well,” she stated deadpan. “I challenged the boys to a duel, and they laughed at me, because ‘girls don’t do fights’. When I called them cowards, they agreed to fight. I thrashed every one of them.”
Fenris stepped back to let the loose dirt and stones fall from the gap he had just created. He glanced over at Hawke and saw the smug smile she had on her face. The smile vanished and she scowled.
“They weren’t happy to be beaten by a girl, so they stole my own wooden swords, picked me up and tossed me down the well,” she continued flatly. “And then their mothers called them for dinner and they forgot all about me.”
“How can children be that cruel?” he muttered in shocked amazement.
“Quite easily,” she smiled wryly. “I don’t know how long I cried for help, how many times I thought I could climb the walls, or how many times I screamed when I slid back down. Eventually, I thought that no one would ever find me and that I’d die down there.”
“But you didn’t,” Fenris noted.
“No, I didn’t,” she agreed warmly. “It was one of the eldest boy that remembered where I was and decided to tell his mother. The others hadn’t wanted to get into trouble, and kept their mouths shut. It was my father who came down that length of rope to get me out. I’d never been so happy to see him.”
“Who was the eldest boy?” Fenris inquired. “Did you know him?”
“His name was Wesley… Avaline’s husband,” she answered. “He was the only one who came to make sure I was alright.”
“He sounds like a good man,” Fenris stated. “I wish I could have met him.”
“Hmm,” Hawke hummed, her expression thoughtful. “The worst bit wasn’t that I couldn’t get out. It was the fact that I was alone, and no one seemed to notice, or even care, that I was gone.”
“You’re a hard one to miss, Hawke,” he observed. “And, you’re not alone this time.”
She blinked in surprise at him, then smiled gratefully. She straightened up and stretched slightly. When she was done, she looked at him with the casual coolness he was used to seeing from her.
“Scoot over,” she ordered lightly, getting up from the boulder she had been sitting on. “Give me some room to help clear this mess.”
Fenris smiled slightly at her and moved over. Together, they began to dig.
Hey, has anyone here listened to the main theme yet? It another piece from
Inon Zur.
Also, prompt ideas for next week (if they have been decided already, you can add them to the store):
Child
Escape
Trust
Slave
Retour en haut
. Blame the hip-wiggle video.
Use'm if you want.
[smilie]http://social.bioware.com/images/forum/emoticons/lol.png[/smilie] The fact that I have a thing for white hair also helps 
