He knew something was different as he approached his old home. It was still as quiet as he remembered but there was a strange magical presence inside. He slipped around the back to the courtyard and found the once barren ground was alive with herbs, flowers and trees. He couldn't help the smile that lifted the corner of his mouth. Merrill must have done it. Despite their rough beginning and the anger he showed her, she stayed true to herself. Something he never expected. He hated to admit he admired her for it.
Climbing the trellis he slipped through an open window on the second floor and found the room had been transformed. No longer was it filled with empty crates and discarded or broken items, it was now a small study. The fire in the fireplace lit the room in a soft glow of orange. He warmed his hands a moment and contemplated leaving, but he was too curious to leave just yet. Who could be brave enough to live here? He would look around some more, if nothing else he could slip away unseen, he knew every inch of this house.
Each room he found held treasures from all over the world. One was even centered around a golden nug, and other nug related items. It was odd, but also kind of cute. Each room had its own theme. He hesitated outside what was once his own bedroom, he'd left a few things behind, and wondered where they might be. He opened the door to see everything was nearly the same as when he left. The only obvious changes were clean window coverings, clean bed linens and the cobwebs and dust was gone.
He heard the sound of someone stirring the fire in the fireplace in the sitting room downstairs and began crept down the stairs. He wanted to see who was brave enough to live in this house. Despite Hawke's help there were still the occasional demons that showed themselves while he stayed here. It was why he was able to hang onto it for so long. No one was brave enough to want to claim it.
The knock on the front door stopped him in his tracks and the soft footfalls of bare feet on the stone sent him back up the stairs and into the shadows to watch. A soft blue glow of magical light preceded the slight feminine frame that emerged from the room. He bit back a hiss at the thought of a mage in his home but instead of disdain he felt something different. Her blond white hair fell in soft waves down her back. It was long enough that it almost trailed the floor as she walked. The sides were pulled back behind long slender pointed ears.
"Who's there?" she asked.
"It's me, Stormy." He knew the voice. An old friend. One he hadn't heard from since he'd received news of Hawke's death in Adamant. Their friend had sacrificed himself to save Varric, the Inquisitor and Alastair in the Fade.
She opened the door. "It's a bit late for a social visit Varric and it's not Wicked Grace night is anything wrong? Is there any news?" The last question had a pleading hopeful sound as well as an underlying anguish to it.
"Sorry, no not that. **** Stormy, you can't sit in here and brood forever! When is the last time you ate something? You can't keep doing this to yourself. Chuckles chose his path and he's got all the time in the world to set his plan in motion. Hell he may even wait until we are all gone before making his move." She nodded at him but didn't answer. She wiped at her cheeks with her right hand and then turned to head back to the room. He felt a stab of pity for her when he saw the pinned sleeve of her gown on her left arm.
"So why are you here Varric?" she asked him.
"An old friend of mine was seen in town earlier and last report was he was heading this way. I uh, well you see... I never was able to find him after the Hawke incident, and so he probably doesn't know you own this place yet."
So that was why his home was remodeled, but why not his old room?
"Yes, I knew that already." she said.
"How? I just found out and rushed over."
"Because he's upstairs right now." she said. He wanted to both laugh and run. She knew he was here the whole time? How? Then her gaze lifted to his position and if he hadn't of been in the shadows their eyes would have locked. "I've got a few bottles of Aggegio Pavali if you’d like to join us Fenris."
Varric started laughing. "Don't ever change Stormy."
He had little choice but to show himself. "How did you know?"
"Please, I felt you the moment you entered the garden. Do you know how many wards you triggered before you reached the window upstairs?
Varric laughed again. "You should see your face my friend." The girl smirked at him and he couldn't help but smile back. He's been careless. He'd thought he felt the first ward, but ignored it.
"The wine, a friend and a fire sounds pretty good right now. It's getting colder outside." he walked down the stairs and Varric clapped him on the shoulder. "Fenris this is Cara Renan Lavellen. Formally known as The Herald of Andraste, The Inquisitor, Vanquisher of the Rebel Mages, Savior of Ferelden, Savior of Orlais, Vanquisher of Corypheus, and well I guess Savior of Thedas for sealing the Breach as well as stopping the Qunari from taking over the world. Oh and Comtess on top of it all."
"Gee Varric, did you leave anything out this time? I swear my title gets longer each time you introduce me." He felt the corner of his mouth lift. She held out her hand "Just Cara is fine. I'm not much of an active force in politics anymore."
He was dumbfounded. This tiny elf was the Herald? The hero that saved the world?
Varric's laughter brought him out of his thoughts. "Half of what I've heard can't be true. You aren't at all what I expected." He said.
She laughed a light happy sound of a laugh that lifted his spirits. "Yeah I get that a lot. Hell my title is taller than I am! Add the missing limb and they practically think all of it was made up."
"Sorry about the house Broody. I still have my suite at the Hanged Man. You can call it home for as long as you like. I own the place now. It's the least I can do for an old friend." Varric told him.
"His room is still as he left it here. I couldn't figure out what to do with your stuff so it's all just as you left it." she said.
"You left his room alone?" Varric asked.
She shrugged. "I was cleaning it when I realized whose stuff was there. Sorry, I read your book the one about Shartan. It was interesting to k=learn more about him. I put it back though."
"I'm glad someone read it, I still only read enough to send or read Varric’s notes, when I get them.
"Oh! I could teach you!" She sounded excited and then blushed under his gaze and bit her lower lip as she turned away. "We were going to have wine weren't we? Varric? Care for some?"
"Actually I just remembered I have some letters I've been ignoring. Choir-boy sends me something at least once a month, I should probably find out what he wants. I'll just let myself out." The dwarf was up to something, he had that look in his eye like he was scheming again.
"Uh, ah, ok, then I'll see you Friday? Wicked Grace right?" she asked.
"Yep, game night at the Hanged man. Even Merrill will be there." He said. "Fenris, join us unless you aren't planning on staying around."
"Merrill wrote me, I'm looking forward to seeing her again. I'm sure she'd like to see you again Fenris, she's missed you." she said.
"I wasn't planning on it, but I might stick around for a few days." He found himself saying. Varric grinned at him and he felt like he's just walked into some plot of his. Then he headed for the door.
The door clicked behind Varric and she snapped her fingers. Magical energy filled the air and flowed out through the house.
"Sorry, just sealing the house. You can get out without trouble, but nothing else can come in. I guess I forgot to earlier, or you wouldn't have gotten in." She handed him a glass of wine and then reached for her own and sat on the love seat in front of the fire.
"I'm glad you forgot." He said as he sat next to her. She smiled at him and his breath caught in his throat.
"So am I.”