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[Lorien19]

Laurelin placed the link in her pocket once more,carefully wrapping it in a handkerchief.It was then when she felt a pair of strong hands embracing her,it was no one else but Mercuriel's.
She gasped,when he leaned closer to her face and whispered in her ear,what appeared to be an apology.Again he managed to caught her off guard,how did he manage this every single time?And why in Dirthamen's name did he also smell so nice!As much as she didn't feel like breaking away from his warm embrace,Laurelin couldn't help but remember the scene that took place between him and Tessa.
She knew that he was probably being his flirty self,but it still didn't sit well with her.
"I...I also care about you..."She said calmly "Despite the fact that you insist on toying with me."she added trying unsuccessfully to avoid sounding too bitter,or too jealous "And what is that about meeting you in your room.You want to speak to me in private?"she asked furrowing her brow in confusion.
Laurelin was surprised when he mentioned that he wanted to check on Bartha,but she doubted that she was in any danger for the moment being,besides she could handle herself well.
"I think Bartha is fine,besides I need to check the library for information,we will speak again later in your chambers."Her golden eyes fixed on his,she was curious about what he had to say to her
"If she's in any kind of danger though,please let me know."Laurelin said and left the room.She had many things to do But first she needed a
warm,relaxing bath,it's been a long night indeed.

[mysteriouspast]

 

"Thank you for telling me," she said. "And we'll look after... I suppose you're going to need a new name, aren't you, boy? How does Fern sound? Will that do?"

 

A stubby tail thumped happily against the floor.

 

"Fern it is then," she said, stroking his ears. "Are there any injured among you? I know that you've got Eshara there, but I made up a batch of poultices this evening. Would you take some as thanks for bringing me the news?"

 

"Thank you, Kesla, I hadn't considered that," Rael replied to the woman's suggestion of Dalish rites. Rael had no idea what those might be, but asking Eshara in the morning seemed the best course of action.

 

"I'd be happy to take some poultices back to the manor," she continued. "It's kind of you to offer."

 

A few minutes later, a basket of poultices in hand, Rael stepped outside of the crowded Inn.

[obsessedwjpn]

He watched Laurelin walk out of the room. Had she just distanced herself from him? She seemed in a hurry to get away from him even though she promised to stop by his room later on. He mulled over what she had said. She cared about him, that wasn't too much of a surprise considering her reactions to his attentions. And she didn't like that he toyed with her. That second statement was understandable considering he'd heard it from other women before. His flirting had gotten him in trouble more times than he could count but he usually got out of it using his deft charisma. Perhaps simply flirting with Laurelin wouldn't cut it. He would have to show her a more serious side.

 

Then again, was he ready to be serious about anyone? He barely knew Laurelin, despite going through some trying experiences together, and he wanted to bed her, that was for sure, but to start a relationship or tame his flirtatious side wasn't something he saw happening any time soon. He sighed. Why did women make everything so much more complicated?

 

Despite Laurelin's objections to how safe Bartha was, Mercuriel made his way to her room and rapped lightly against the door. She might be asleep already. He pressed his pointed ear against the door and tried to hear if another person was inside. He probably looked ridiculous standing there, spying on the dwarf, but he had to find out if one of the newcomers had tried anything.

 

"Bartha, it's me, Mercuriel. Are you available for a moment? Just wanted to check in with you before resting."

[Aertioc]

It was probably unnecessary - foolish, even - but I left nothing at my former master's abode. I grabbed pack, bedding, clothing (even a set for Ser Ox, stolen from Coalan), tools, a cloak, provisions, even the small traveling anvil, until my arms bulged with my possessions. Some, I would have to leave behind. I could not carry an anvil with me, no matter how light, but other things, I would not be parted from. Death would take me before I left my tent. Daytime alliances are what they are, but a man's rest is a different matter. But perhaps I might coax another to share it one day, if the Maker willed it... and if she were worth it. Sleep remains the most precious of commodities.

 

My arms thus laden, I nearly overran the lithe elf leaving the Arbor.

 

"I know you!" I said with appalling bluntness. "The lady passing out the silver at our patron's. Will you allow me to escort you the... three paces... to our host's doorstep? I would call it an honor."

 

In truth, I knew nothing of her, yet she was soon to become my companion by my own design. It cost me nothing to be nice.

[Mahumia]

Bartha had removed her boots and her tunic, and got distracting from further changing out of her clothes by the brooch laying on the side table. The light of the candle by her bed seemed to playing with the blue crystals, making them shine like stars. She picked up the piece of jewelry and admired it again. ‘It truly is a fine piece of craftsmanship… I’ve never seen anything like this. This is not the regular bauble like they sell on the markets here.’

 

Again there was a tapping at her door, followed by a male voice: "Bartha, it's me, Mercuriel. Are you available for a moment? Just wanted to check in with you before resting."

 

‘Mercuriel? What would he come for, at this hour?’ She sighed before walking over to the door and opening it. “What can I do for you, Mercuriel? Is there something wrong with Laurelin?” 

[obsessedwjpn]

As soon as the door opened Mercuriel quickly flashed his charming smile and noticed the state of undress the dwarf was in. Apparently he'd caught her just before going to bed. Or at least he HOPED she'd been preparing for bed. He quickly scanned what he could see of the room for anything suspicious.

 

"I apologize for the lateness of the hour and for the interruption of clothing removal. I approve by the way," he winked shamelessly at Bartha before moving on to the matter at hand. "Anyways, I came back to the large room where everyone had gathered to find you and one of the newcomers absent. I just wondered if the newcomer had come and bothered you. I wanted to make sure you were safe seeing as we know very little about either of them." 

 

He met her eyes and laughed softly, "Laurelin is fine by the way." The next part he whispered under his breath, "Except for the part about making my life difficult." He continued then at normal volume, "And though I expressed my concerns about you she seemed to think you could very well handle yourself and therefore didn't need the two of us." 

 

He looked down at the floor before meeting eyes with Bartha again. "Laurelin was right, wasn't she? I'm just interrupting your alone time, aren't I?" He said the last part a bit loudly to reinforce his feelings on the subject to whoever might be hiding in the room, if there was anyone.

[Mahumia]

Bartha crossed her arms. “Hang on, are you now going to tell me whether or not I can invite someone into my room? Don’t you know I have to test newcomers to ensure they fit into the group?” She did her very best to keep her face straight. “Fair enough, I have a bit of a backlog at the moment…” 

 

She failed keeping her cool and burst out into laughing. When she got herself collected again, she proceeded: “Alright, alright… Mercuriel, I really appreciate your concern. It is heartwarming to know you do care about my safety, especially as I am, indeed, without weapons at the moment. Would you have come a few minutes earlier though, you would have found that I had a late guest indeed. However, bothering is not the right description, as he turned out to be enjoyable company. But, if you want to be sure that I spend the night alone… feel free to check my room.” She opened the door wide enough for Mercuriel to come in, if he wished to do so. “Or if you prefer to bring your own company, you may invite Laurelin too. Just for safety measures, of course.” She chuckled the last bit. 

[mysteriouspast]

 

"I know you!" I said with appalling bluntness. "The lady passing out the silver at our patron's. Will you allow me to escort you the... three paces... to our host's doorstep? I would call it an honor."

 

 

Rael looked up from her basket with a start. The man who joined them on the hilltop--Fabian, was it?--had appeared from nowhere and addressed her. She must have been lost in her own thoughts to allow him to entirely escape her notice. Yet, there he was only a few paces from her, and carrying every article he owned, it seemed, as all of the metal practically clanged together.

 

She smiled at him, though it was somewhat pained, and replied, "You do know me, serah, though only in the briefest sense." She gestured with her free hand towards the door. "After you," she said with a more genuine smile. "And please call me Rael. Addressing all of us by epithets will get tiresome quickly."

[Lorien19]

Laurelin dried herself with a warm cotton towel and changed into her clean garments,the fabric felt abit rough against her skin,in contrast with the soft warm furs on her pauldrons.It was time for her to browse the library, who knows maybe she could find something about these creatures, that both Eshara and the newcomer Rhys mentioned.

 

She quietly made her way to the library and started to look through the shelves,what caught her attention however,was a book that she found in the "circle of magi" section.She shuddered when she noticed that she was actually browsing through this particular shelf,but still that book appeared to be a spell.Laurelin lost her self into it's pages where it analysed a very impressive method of knocking one's enemies down,by invoking a magical rock,something like a stone fist.

 

She didn't know whether it was lack of concentration or the fact that she didn't have much time to browse thoroughly the warden's enormous library,but Laurelin didn't manage to find anything about the revengers.

Besides she couldn't stop thinking about what Mercuriel wanted to discuss with her.Hesitantly she left the library,but instead of her chambers she made her way towards his.

 

For a moment she found her decision to speak with him at this hour,all alone in his room a bit too bold for her taste...Maybe a bit inappropriate as well  one could admit,but as always her curiosity got the best of her.She knew that she wouldn't be able to sleep unless she heard what he had to say.

Shyly she knocked on his door "Mercuriel,it's me Laurelin..."She nervously ran her hand through her dark,wavy, oddly enough unbraided hair,and bit her lip at her own stupidity.Of course he knew who it was!Creators,it was certainly a bad idea for her to be there.After a moment of silence she decided to leave,perhaps he didn't want to speak with her after what happened between them.

[mysteriouspast]

Rael returns to find Tempest in need of a quick music lesson. No tears are shed.

 

Spoiler

Although Tempest was tired from both physical exertion and spent mana, she was still emotionally wound up and wasn't quite ready for bed. She decided to spend some time enjoying her new present - but since her bedroom was right by Tarl and Eshara's, she figured she ought to do so in the common area instead of going back to her room. She didn't want to keep the couple awake with her feeble attempts at lute playing when they were likely exhausted themselves.

 

Tempest sat on a bench and strummed a few notes she knew, and tried to figure out a few others. She had a natural musical ear, but without training her progress was limited.

 

Rael quietly unlatched the door and tried to come inside without making too much racket. To her surprise, Tempest sat inside the main room. Perfect, she thought. She'll know what to do with these pungent little bundles. As Rael approached, she saw that Tempest had a lute and was working the frets somewhat unmindful of the fact that she'd arrived.

 

Clearing her throat, Rael addressed the Mage, "Pardon, serah Tempest. I brought some supplies you might need for Eshara or others." She smiled delightedly. "I didn't realize you played."

 

Tempest blushed. She was blushing frequently tonight, she realized.

 

"I don't," she replied with a measure of embarrassment. "Play, that is. Not like you do, anyway. Tarl was kind enough to give me this instrument tonight." Tempest figured that if she and the warden were 'officially' friends now, they were on a first name basis. "I'd like to learn to play, though. If you have time while we travel, I wondered if you might give me a few pointers?"

 

Rael sat down next to Tempest and examined her finger position. She would require more strength, and perhaps a few callouses wouldn't hurt either. "It doesn't take much to learn a few chords and thereby a few songs," she said reassuringly. "But it can take a lifetime to master. I've been playing for years, but I still can't equal the great artists."

 

"Oh, I don't need to be a great artist," Tempest said with a soft chuckle. "I'd just like to learn for my own enjoyment. Something to do in my spare time. I love music. I often sing... not for an audience, of course, just for myself and my children."

 

"Children always love music, don't they?" Rael said with a warm smile. "I remember sneaking to listen to my father play, even though I was told to stay away from the Denerim streets." Her eyes were fixed on the lute, her voice quiet and distant-sounding. "I was punished for it then, but now..." She trailed off, emotion rising in her throat. She swallowed it down and managed to say, "I'm just glad I got to see a master at work."

 

Tempest nodded. "All three of my children are quite fond of songs," she agreed. "Your father was a musician? Was it he who taught you to play so beautifully? I greatly admired your skill when you played for us at the inn."

 

Indeed, Rael might remember how enthusiastically Tempest had clapped.

 

"You are too kind," Rael responded with a bow of her head. She examined Tempest's fingers again and saw that her little finger was out of place on the fret. Gently maneuvering it into a better position, she continued, "yes, it was my father who taught me." Her face and voice took on the same wistfulness as before. "I didn't get as many lessons from him as I'd wanted, but I managed to teach myself the rest."

 

"He must have been a good teacher, then," Tempest said with a smile, accepting the gentle repositioning of her fingers. "I'm sorry to hear that you lost him. Did your mother play as well?"

 

"No, her hands were far too small and delicate," Rael said, finding it easier to rest her eyes on the instrument. She fingerpicked a couple notes and said over Tempest's shoulder, "I suppose mine are too, but I hadn't the patience for tailoring and we had to eat somehow." She suddenly pressed her lips together and fought back a heat that was threatening her face. "I think that old thing is a bit out of tune," she muttered.

 

Tempest paused for a moment and paused in her playing. "Your family is difficult for you to speak of, I see?" she said gently. "You must miss them very much."

 

"I... yes, I suppose I do," Rael said softly, surprised at her own willingness to discuss such a painful matter with anyone, really. "I lost my parents when I was fourteen," she confided. "It was up to me to take care of my younger brothers. The lute was the only skill I really had. I guess you could say it saved my life." She sighed, becoming self-conscious of burdening Tempest with her personal tragedy. "Your children are lucky to have you, if I may say so," she managed with a shy smile.

 

Tempest squeezed Rael's hand in a gesture of comfort. "I'm sorry for your loss," she said. "Fourteen is far too young to be forced to grow up."

 

As Tempest herself knew all too well. Everything had changed for her at fourteen, too.

 

"You were brave, looking after your brothers like that. I can't even imagine how difficult that was, still a child yourself and forced into that position of responsibility. I admire you for persevering."

 

With a smile, she added, "Of course you may say that about my children - you do me a great kindness. Truly, though, I am the one blessed by the Maker, having the opportunity to be their mother."

 

"Then you are doubly blessed--you and your children," Rael said with genuine affection. Tempest tended to remind her of her own mother, even though she was much younger. Rael thought of how young Tempest must have been to have a child who was nearing adulthood herself. She was certain there was a story there, but felt uncomfortable prying it out of the gentle Mage. "And thank you for the kind words," she added. "There's not much choice in persevering when you have to gather up all of your strength just to keep from starving or freezing to death. I imagine, you've done some persevering of your own."

 

The lute made another odd sound. And Rael frowned at it. "Permit me to tune this instrument for you, serah. and return it to you upon the morrow. A little time with me and it will sing like the morning birds."

 

Tempest nodded. "Yes," she said. "I too have persevered, by the grace of the Maker."

 

She agreed eagerly when Rael offered to tune the lute for her. "Thank you. I would be grateful. I'm confident that with your help, I'll gain some skill at using it, too."

“I am confident of this as well,” she replied, standing and giving a small bow to Tempest. “Until the morrow, then.” Rael turned walked quickly back towards her room where the servants had set up a bath for her, at her request. After a quick soak, she was able to settle into the comfort of her bed and sleep at last.

 

[TreeHuggerHannah]

Tempest also adjourned to her room when she'd bid Rael goodnight. She was starting to feel her tiredness now, and she wanted to get a good night's sleep before they set out in the morning. It might be awhile till they got another chance to sleep in such safety. Tempest read a few more chapters of her borrowed book, then blew out her lamp and pulled up the covers.

 

Sleep was nice in theory, but in practice it wasn't an easy thing for Tempest. Almost immediately, the nightmares began. To begin with, she dreamed of demons, the monsters she had witnessed preying on mages in Kirkwall, but this time with knives for hands. As the dream progressed, though, the villain became all too human...

 

"No!" Tempest cried out in her sleep. "No, please, don't!"

 

The sound of her own voice woke her up. Tempest was caught in her tangled sheets, holding up her hands to ward off an imagined foe. Her cheeks were wet with tears, and her breath came in loud, ragged gasps. For a moment her eyes searched the darkness in confusion. Where was she? Then her gaze fell on her blue scarf tied on the bedpost, her signal to herself that she was safe.

 

Tempest pressed a pillow to her mouth to stifle the sound of her sobs, although it was rather too late to worry about keeping quiet. She only hoped the walls were thick enough that she hadn't woken Tarl and Eshara.

 

This was why she would always sleep alone. Well, it was among the reasons.

 

When she had calmed down, Tempest rolled over on her side, pulled the blankets around herself, and drifted off again.

[obsessedwjpn]

Bartha crossed her arms. “Hang on, are you now going to tell me whether or not I can invite someone into my room? Don’t you know I have to test newcomers to ensure they fit into the group?” She did her very best to keep her face straight. “Fair enough, I have a bit of a backlog at the moment…” 

 

She failed keeping her cool and burst out into laughing. When she got herself collected again, she proceeded: “Alright, alright… Mercuriel, I really appreciate your concern. It is heartwarming to know you do care about my safety, especially as I am, indeed, without weapons at the moment. Would you have come a few minutes earlier though, you would have found that I had a late guest indeed. However, bothering is not the right description, as he turned out to be enjoyable company. But, if you want to be sure that I spend the night alone… feel free to check my room.” She opened the door wide enough for Mercuriel to come in, if he wished to do so. “Or if you prefer to bring your own company, you may invite Laurelin too. Just for safety measures, of course.” She chuckled the last bit. 

 

Mercuriel had yet to see this side of Bartha. She was rather easy-going and funny. He liked it a lot. He made a mental note to talk more with the dwarf in the near future. For now, he realized that he'd overreacted and it was time to give the dwarf her space for the night. 

 

"Thanks for the invite into your room. However, as tempted as I am to enter, I think I've confirmed your safety for the night. I will let you sleep." He reached out a hand and ruffled Bartha's hair. "At least I got a better look at your figure. Now I can have some good dreams." He chuckled, jokingly bowed to her and made his way back to his room.

 

As he neared his room, he saw Laurelin at his door. So she had come after all. He rushed forward to make sure she didn't leave before he could invite her in. "Laurelin! Wait, please," he opened the door and motioned inside, "let's talk for a moment, in private."

[Mahumia]

Bartha chuckled: "Well than, have yourself some good dreams. If I would find someone astray in my room, I'll just give a shout." She winked when Mercuriel made his bow and closed the door when he turned to leave. 

 

She quickly proceeded with removing the rest of her clothes and slipped between the sheets. The confirmation that they even came to check upon her to be sure that she was fine, put a smile on her face. 

[obsessedwjpn]

Summary: Laurelin and Mercuriel have a private chat in his room. Laurelin confesses her feelings for Mercuriel and he turns her down. Prepare for major feels and a quick Shaunee memory. (A joint post by Ann/obsessedwjpn and Lorien)

 

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Spoiler

Laurelin nearly jumped when she heard his voice"Oh,you aren't in your room?"she said surprised but also relieved that he 

wasn't avoiding her in the first place.She slicked her hair behind her ear and nervously followed him inside."What's going on Mercuriel,did anything happen?"she asked worried.

 

Mercuriel quietly closed the door behind him and walked over to Laurelin. 

 

"Nothing happened with Bartha, if that is what you mean." His eyes wandered the room for a moment before settling on her. "She is probably asleep by now. Apparently one of the newcomers visited her and they...talked. About what I don't know."

 

He thought for a moment before continuing. "I asked you here because I wanted to request that you spend the night, here, in my room." He paused to let the words sink in then realized she might get the wrong idea unless he explained. "What I mean to say is, that I am worried about your safety considering the magic display you gave Tarl's men earlier. I think it would be better if you stayed here tonight, with me...so that I may protect you should anyone try to sneak in and get the drop on you."

 

He looked down at his hands. They were clasped together tightly. He moved them behind his back then looked up into Laurelin's eyes. "And before you tell me how capable you are of defending yourself, I know." His brow furrowed as if he expected an argument from her.

 

Laurelin's eyes widened in shock,did she hear right?Did he just invite her to spend the night in his room and surprisingly he retained from using his flirtatious tone,he look genuinely concerned.For one she she was glad that Bartha was alright,but she really didn't know how to respond to him.Laurelin smiled,"Neither the warden nor anyone in his service, gave me a reason to be worried for my safety Marcuriel."She didn't wan't to sound too harsh or overconfident,because she wasn't,but the atmosphere in the wardens house was certainly not hostile.

 

"But I thank you nevertheless...For caring."She looked down at the floor shyly before looking back at him,directly into his eyes.She loved that color,hazel.

 

She hadn't put up a fight. He had expected her to argue with him at least a little. Instead, she plainly stated how she felt no threat within these walls. He didn't feel as safe for her sake as she apparently did but he would respect her feelings on the matter. After all, only she could judge how safe she felt. He just hoped that he could worry enough for the both of them because Laurelin didn't seem as worried about her use of magic in front of others. She had also thanked him, again, for caring about her. Well, of course he did. That should have been obvious.

 

He smiled lightly and reached out to take her hands in his. "You are one of few women to turn down so readily a chance at spending the night in my company." He chuckled and turned her hands over so the palms faced up. He leaned down and kissed each palm delicately. "To say I am a little sad would be an understatement. Not that my concern for you isn't real. I would never lure a woman into my bed under the pretense of protecting her from harm. Although," he began massaging her palms with his thumbs now, "perhaps I should try that in the future."

 

"Listen, Laurelin, I..." He wanted to say something more but his train of thought fell apart as he gazed back at her, drowning in her eyes. He instead decided to show what he felt with action. He gently pulled the Dalish elf forward into his embrace and captured her lips in his own. His kiss was not a hungry one. He was simply testing the waters considering their first kiss was a rather quick, spontaneous one. He wanted to see if she would respond or not.

 

To say that he took her breath away with his passionate yet gentle embrace was an understatement,Laurein however didn't pull away from the kiss to her own surprise.Instead she embraced him back,her hands gently touching his face as her kisses became more urgent.For that one moment nothing in the world didn't matter to her,as much as being close to him.

 

 

But even then the fear of allowing someone to get "too close"was too strong for her to overcome.As her lips pulled apart, a gentle breeze flutters over the flame extinguishing the desperate heat. Her breathing comes out in short, desperate gasps. The intensity has washed away. The rest of the world is slowly coming back into focus.

 

"Why are you doing this to me,Mercuriel?"She asked,her voice was but a faint whisper ,she didn't want to leave but she wouldn't bear if he left her first,like everyone else did.

 

At first, Laurelin seemed to respond with quiet yet firm agreement to his kiss. She even began to touch his face. Mercuriel was very happy with the way things were progressing. Laurelin wasn't like other women that he'd been with so he worried that she might not handle his advances well. It seemed he had worried for nothing. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in as close as their bodies would allow, and threaded his fingers through her silky hair.

 

Just as he considered parting her lips with his tongue, she pulled away. The moment of pleasure they had shared quickly faded. He looked at her imploringly, dazed from the settling passion. Before he had the chance to ask her why she'd pulled away, she said, "Why are you doing this to me, Mercuriel?"

 

What did THAT mean?! His brain could barely form a sentence at the moment. How did she expect him to answer her? He closed his eyes, swallowed hard, and tried to regain enough focus so that he could function. Her kisses apparently drove his body beyond wild. A certain area down south was not cooperating very well with his brain. 

 

Mercuriel drew in heavy breaths. "Why am I doing what? Trying to kiss you?" 

 

She closed her eyes,her heart was telling her to grab him and kiss him again, but her mind was troubled.She opened her eyes and looked back at him."I think I'm falling for you"she whispered in astonishment to her own honesty.If he was to break her heart,that was the right place and the right moment,before she could get too close to him,before the thought of being apart from him could become unbearable.

 

"But so far,I can tell that I'm nothing but another conquest to you."She bit her lip,her words did sound more harsh than she intended them to be.It wasn't her place to make a scene when he wasn't hers in the first place."I'm sorry,I...I think maybe the exhaustion has taken it's toll on me."She nervously looked away,she could hear nothing but her own heartbeat intensifying,but she couldn't resist the urge to look into his eyes once more.

 

She knew better than anyone that this would have to end eventually,when she'd have to return to her clan.And she had to right to demand from him to return her feelings.She gasped at the thought,"feelings"what she has been trying to avoid all this time.

 

"I think I'm falling for you."

 

Those few words immediately brought his brain to attention. Flashes of a past time with another Dalish woman confessing her love rose in his mind. He saw Shaunee blushing furiously as she revealed her feelings for him. He remembered it like yesterday. A wash of happiness fell over him for a moment as he heard his own response from a time long ago.

 

"I'm the luckiest man alive," he'd said. 

 

Mercuriel didn't feel so lucky now though. The happy feeling was followed by a sickness in his stomach that rose to his throat, threatening to choke him. He turned his back on Laurelin and walked over to the bed. He took a seat and rested his head in one hand. He couldn't go through this all over again. He'd told himself that after Shaunee died. He made a decision from that moment forward that he would only flirt and sleep with women but never get emotionally involved. There were a few times he'd come close to an emotional connection but he quickly run away from it. Now Laurelin, a Dalish elf just like Shaunee, was confessing her love for him. It was a little too much for Mercuriel.

 

He closed his eyes, breathed through his nose then out through his mouth. He didn't want to make too much of a scene and frighten Laurelin. He would control his reaction. She deserved a response. He raised his head and ran a hand through his hair.

 

"You're not just another conquest to me Laurelin," he said softly, "but I also cannot return your feelings. I am not ready for what you are offering and I am not sure I will ever be." A small tear formed in the corner of his eye and drifted down his cheek, "I am here for physical pleasure, if that is what you seek but, otherwise, I am too scarred to give you a connection."

 

He couldn't meet her gaze. "I think it would be best if you returned to your own room now."

 

"I thought so..."She replied stoically, perhaps more coldly than she intended,but internally it was only pain that she felt and anger.She was angry with herself for allowing herself to open up.A mistake that she would never repeat again.

However she could see the pain in his eyes,he had a thorn in his heart something troubled him, but she didn't think it would be wise for her to inquire him further.In fact she didn't consider it wise for her to stay in his room for another second.

 

"I am sorry"She whispered not even knowing why she apologising, but the look on his face was even more heartbreaking than his words.She then made her way out of the room she didn't even have the courage to close the door behind her,what in Elgar'nan's name was wrong with her,it wasn't like she didn't prepare herself for this to begin with nor that she wasn't used to this sentiment.

 

The closer she got to her room the more blurred her vision was and when finally she closed the door behind her,then she felt warm tears rolling down her cheeks,the small scratches from the battle were starting to itch,she hastily wiped her tears  and lied on her bed.

 

After she left Mercuriel found the strength to get up, close the door, then return to his bed. He laid down and closed his eyes in an attempt to sleep but all he could hear in his mind was Shaunee and Laurelin’s voices echoing back and forth. Who knew love could hurt so much? A few more tears came to rest on his pillow as Mercuriel rolled on to his side and began a restless sleep.

[BFace]

Tessa remembers Rhys and forgets breakfast. (A joint post by BFace and Kerri)

 

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Tessa finished the last of her braids then promptly tucked it behind her ear as she left her room in search of breakfast. She knew she'd need food before she could be of much use to anyone.  As she walked past the courtroom doors, standing open, she stopped, cursing herself.

 

She'd completely forgotten about Rhys!  She poked her head in, seeing him asleep against the wall, in the same place he was when she left him.

 

His sudden reappearance in her life felt very surreal, but he had been a decent man, even if he talked too much.

 

She stopped in front of him and lightly kicked his boot with her own to wake him up.

 

With a slight smirk, she said, "Hey. Rhys. You learn how to sew yet?"

 

Rhys' eyes popped open and he jerked his head up quickly, smacking the back of his head into the wall.  Wincing, he reached a hand back to rub the sore spot as he peered up at Tessa.  "Who let the dwarf with the hammer into my skull?"

 

He stood in a fluid movement, showing a grace that was distinctly lacking from his entrance the night before.  "And no, I still haven't learned to sew.  Reconsider the lessons?"

 

Tess cringed as Rhys banged his head on the wall.  She always admired his grace. He was bigger than she, but moved with a good deal less stomping than she ever did. She assumed this is what made him a good scout.

 

"Probably not. I'm just trying to figure out how you can be useful enough to bring along with us."

 

Her smirk grew serious as she looked up at him, remembering the horror of the Fuldor's farm. 

 

"I am afraid, though, that we may be hunting the things that brought you here. Are you up for that?"

 

She hoped he was. Maker knew they were going to need all the help they could get.

 

Rhys considered Tessa's words seriously.  He remembered the firelit clearing, the sinister shadowy creatures, the muffled noises as his companions were dispatched before they could wake.  At least it had been fast.  The last thing he had wanted last night was to see those things again.  But...there was a part of him that reveled in the thought of testing his bow against their speed. 

 

"If you're going hunting I'm going too."

 

Tessa nodded.  She'd hoped he felt that way. It could be very useful to have someone along who'd seen them, however fleetingly it might have been.  She knew that Rhys was not only very good with that bow of his, but he was a good man, trustworthy. She only hoped the rest of the group would take her word for it.

 

Tessa crossed her arms and looked at a spot on the wall beside Rhys. There was one thing that Tess wanted to get settled and would rather not do it in front of the Maker and everyone.

 

"Do you think you can still trust me, after..." She gave a small jerk of her shoulder. "After the way I left him?"

 

Rhys blinked in surprise.  "Why wouldn't I?  Whatever happened between you both, and I'm certainly not going to take Daevin's word for it, it's got nothing to do with our friendship.  You still good with that monster sword of yours?"

 

Tessa swung her gaze from the wall to Rhys's face. She grinned wickedly, relief washing over her. 

 

"I'm better with it than you are at Wicked Grace."

 

She clapped Rhys on the arm, still grinning. "But not if I don't find some food. You should do the same, or have a bath or something. When everyone else is up and around, I think we'll all meet here and we can decide what's next. I'll find you when it's time?"

 

Rhys laughed.  "Then these creatures should be no issue.  I'm a damn fine card player, you know." 

 

He gathered his pack and swung it over a shoulder.  "I'll just go find a rain barrel to dunk my head in.  I can't see the point in heating water here in the lowlands,  It's already bathing temperature."

[Mahumia]

Tessa and Bartha have a little conversation to settle things

 

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Tessa approached Bartha with a carefully neutral expression, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall. “Bartha, I have a thing I’d like to say to you.”

 

Bartha looked up at Tessa. "About what?"

 

Tessa inhaled sharply, obviously trying to keep her temper. Finally, after several moments of silence, she spoke.

"About why you thought running away was a good idea. Did you think that we would not go after you?"

 

Bartha frowned and turned her head. It took her some time to formulate a reply, to try and explain… “I did not really think… I just knew that I failed you, and I panicked. I do not know why you came after me, but I did not expect to get back here. Or maybe feet first.” 

 

At this point, Tess narrowed her eyes, but held her place against the wall. 

 

"You didn't fail anyone. But twice last night, one of us nearly died because of your actions." 

 

She pushed off the wall and started pacing, absently tucking a braid behind her ear. 

 

"Bartha, we came after you because you're part of us." 

 

She turned to face Bartha, looking down into the dwarf woman's face. 

"That's why I don't understand.  I have no idea what happened last night between you and Beldin." She held up a hand to stay anything Bartha might say. "And I'm pretty sure I don't *want* to know. You just..." 

 

Tess crossed her arms again. "Everyone screws up Bartha. If you'd come to any one of us, we'd have gotten this sorted without Beldin being beaten half to death, without bandits, without all this!"

 

Bartha held up her hands in defeat. “I did not ask you to come after me, so do not blame me for that. I just wrote down where I was going in case… you know… I am aware of the penalty for treason. I already settled for making a last stance at that bloody mill anyway. If Beldin hadn’t insisted that I would come back to here, I wouldn’t have.” She took in a deep breath. “Yes, everyone screws up, but I wasn’t able to face this… How was I supposed to know that Tarl would call for a trial when I was basically told that he was aware of the situation in the first place? I’m just a merchant... I did not want this at all, but somehow I seem to manage to put others in danger… and now you blame me for backing out before more damage would be done?”

 

Tessa blinked at Bartha. She didn't understand this talk of treason and suchlike, and that was probably for the best. She did understand the other woman's last sentence, however. 

"You left because you thought there'd be less mess?" 

 

Tess sighed heavily.  "My friend, in my experience, that is very seldom the case. Bartha, if we're all going to travel together to...sort out this Dalish mess, we're going to have to learn to trust each other. There isn't any reason we can't. And..." 

She crossed her arms again, frowning at the floor. "...in the end, you did Beldin a favor, I think."

 

Bartha crossed her arms. “I guess I did… but I put way too much at stake. I can’t even trust myself like this, so I don’t expect you to trust me. And I know you like Beldin, don’t worry.” She glanced at Tessa’s direction and shrugged. “Well alright, I’m not yet a merchant… but we were thought from childhood on how to survive on the road. It comes in handy when you carry wares and coin.” She lowered her gaze and studied her boots. “But today was the first time… someone wasn’t able to get home afterwards. I’ll be honest: I ran away in panic, but when I was there… I came to realize that I get afraid of myself I manage to betray people I care about... I have even killed someone, Tessa… What else am I capable of?”   

 

She studied the dwarf woman for a moment then, not quite smiling. "Wait. Did you just say you were 'Just a merchant'? Because you fight better than any merchant I've ever met."

 

I have even killed someone, Tessa… What else am I capable of? 

 

Tessa wouldn't consider herself a hardened mercenary by any stretch, but it occurred to her now that she had taken for granted that Bartha's path to this place was similar to hers. It humbled her a little to be reminded of another’s innocence. 

 

She remembered the first life she ever took. The pale crystal green of the would-be bandit’s eyes as Tess held her by the shoulder to pull her own sword from the woman’s belly.  She shook her head to clear her thoughts. 

 

“Bartha, you’re capable of getting what you want from your life. You’re capable of doing what needs to be done.  You cannot hold yourself guilty because you chose your own life over another’s.  I’m not at all saying that you shouldn’t regret the necessity-you should. But then you commend their soul to the Maker…” 

 

Tessa rubbed her forefinger down the bridge of her nose in embarrassment, before going on, “Or the Ancestors…or whatever you feel. The trick, Bartha, is just to keep going. And it’s easier and safer to keep going with people who give a damn about you.” 

She sighed. “And clearly we do. So, next time you find yourself in ANY kind of trouble, bring it to one of us first. Please.”

 

"Thank you, I guess. I just think I need some time... alone. I'm not sure whether I'm up for this." She held her head down. "When I came to Vintiver, I just had the idea of exploring a bit, seeing life a bit from another side... but I feel like I've lost myself somewhere on the way. But it helps to know that apparently you lot still care." She sighed: "But I won't let you down again."

 

Tessa nodded at Bartha, almost smiling. "I don't believe you will."

 

With a bit of a lopsided smile, she added: "Besides... I don't think my Ancestors would be happy if I would commend the soul of those people to them... guess they'd throw them back. ‘Hey, keep your crap. Where's the ale?'"

[TreeHuggerHannah]

Summary: After speaking to Bartha in the morning, Tessa comes to Tempest's room to ask her some questions about demons. Subsequently Tempest stumps Tessa with a personal question.

 

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Tessa knocks on the doorframe of the room Tempest is using, then steps into the doorway, looking serious and a little apprehensive.

 

"Tempest? Can I talk to you for a little bit? I have some...questions that I hope you can help with."

Tempest recognized Tessa's voice as a familiar one, and opened the door. She wasn't sure what the warrior might want to ask her, but she was willing to be of service if she could.

 

"Of course," Tempest said. "Come in and have a seat. What did you wish to know?"

She smiled at Tempest as she came into the room and sat down in the chair Tempest offered. She found herself liking the mage quite a bit. Her quiet competence, even in the face of danger, was something that Tessa found both impressive and endearing.  

 

Her expression sobered, though, as she spoke. "I want to talk about this...Nan'harellen." The word felt strange and awkward on her tongue and she was certain she hadn't spoken it correctly. "I...how likely is it, Tempest, that this...thing is a demon?"

Tempest was quiet for a moment before responding. She knew she had a tendency, having lived in Kirkwall where the Veil was thin, to leap to the conclusion that demons were involved in any negative circumstance, even with no evidence, and she didn't want to mislead Tessa unintentionally. On the other hand, in this case there did seem to be reasonable grounds to believe that a malicious creature from the Fade could be responsible.

 

"Yes," she said softly. "I believe it is likely so."

 

Tessa let her breath out in a soft whoosh. She'd been expecting this answer, but that didn't mean she had to like it. A dull and hollow fear settled in the base of her spine. 

 

She looked at Tempest, her grey eyes full of concern.  "Then I have another question." Tessa did not want to ask prying questions of anyone. But she had promised, if only to herself and the Maker, to protect the mages with her.

 

"I don't know a lot about mages, clearly. But I do know that you are more prone to possession than, say, I am."

 

She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees.

 

"How much more danger will you and the other mages be in, than I, or one of the other folks who don't have magic? And more importantly, what can we do to protect you if we have to fight this thing?"

"The risk of a mage being possessed is considerably greater," Tempest agreed matter-of-factly. "It is not impossible for a non-mage to become possessed, but it is uncommon. Possession is not the only danger demons pose to mortals, however. Demons are great deceivers. They will trick mortals into doing their will, or attempt to lure us into bargains. They anticipate our desires, and use them against us. And of course sometimes they are outright violent, as I suspect was the fate of the unfortunate victims at the farm."

 

Tempest met Tessa's eyes, and her voice was full of certainty as she went on, "The best way to protect yourself and us is never to believe them. No matter what they offer or pledge, never agree to their bargains, because no matter how harmless it sounds, it will always be to their benefit and the detriment of all of us. It it seems one of your comrades is weakening, remind that comrade of the truth and try to make him or her see reason. If a demon attempts to possess a mage, the battle is within, but you can offer encouragement. Should the worst happen, though - should I or another mage become an abomination - there is no return, and you must not hesitate to strike us down for the good of all. It is a heavy burden, I realize, but a necessary one."

 

As Tessa listened to the other woman talk, she began to understand that she'd only thought she knew how dangerous this...thing was.

 

Should the worst happen, though - should I or another mage become an abomination - there is no return, and you must not hesitate to strike us down for the good of all.

 

Tess looked sharply at Tempest. "There is no way to save a mage from possession, then? No way to kill...or expel the demon, while leaving the mage alive?"

 

Tempest's tone was cautious when she spoke. "I have heard that it is possible to confront the demon in the Fade to release the mage. There are tremendous risks, however, to both the mage and those attempting the rescue. I have also heard that the mage is... never quite right again, and perhaps not so free of the demon as would be hoped."

 

She shuddered slightly at this thought, then her voice became more neutral again. "In any case, in our situation there would be practical obstacles to this. It requires many mages and a tremendous amount of lyrium to confront a demon in the Fade. My Circle could provide the former, but likely not nearly enough of the latter. Also... to be blunt, an abomination is usually an immediate danger to everyone in proximity. In most cases you would not have the luxury of time to make a Fade trip. You would simply need to act to protect everyone else."

Tessa nodded slowly.  "Maker, let it not come to that."

 

She stood to leave, but fidgeted for a moment. "I...need to apologize to you, Tempest. I had no right to order you about, during the fight at the windmill. And I could have gotten you killed."

 

She looked down at her hands, uncomfortable. "But I'm glad you answered, all the same."

For a moment Tempest's face registered confusion; she did not recognize Tessa's description as matching any of the night's events. Then as realization dawned, she smiled.

 

"We were in the middle of a battle, Tessa," she said gently. "Not a tea party. There was no time for 'please' and 'thank you' and 'would you kindly?' Beldin needed healing, and I was glad that you alerted me to his need. I didn't take it as some sort of order. As for getting me killed... this is my job. I'm a healer, and that is dangerous sometimes. It is worth the risk to assist a comrade. What I did was entirely my own choice, not something I felt forced into. Please, you have nothing to apologize for, and I hope that should the need arise in the future, you will do the same again."

 

Her tone became more serious but no less kind as she added, "You care much for Beldin, don't you?"

 

As Tempest spoke of being a healer as her job, Tessa began to realize that Tempest did understand and she was glad.

 

She was not expecting the healer's last question however. Tessa stilled, and gave Tempest a guarded grey look.

 

"I..would have done the same for any one of us."  

 

"I know you would have," Tempest said sincerely. "You have already proven yourself a loyal friend and a valuable ally, and I would never mean to imply otherwise. I apologize if I have overstepped my boundaries in saying anything at all. But if your bond with Beldin is... different than your bond with your other comrades... that is certainly not a bad thing, and I wish you well."

 

Although Tempest was thoroughly convinced that romantic love would never be a possibility for herself, she was still a firm believer in it, and it made her happy to anticipate her friends finding happiness with a partner.

 

Tessa sighed and rubbed her forefinger over the bridge of her nose. "You didn't overstep anything, Tempest. It's just..." She shrugged lightly. "It's just that I don't have any idea myself."

 

She shook her head then, as if to clear her thoughts.  "Tempest, thank you for talking to me. I'm not going to say I feel better, because I'm maybe more afraid than I was when I walked in, but I do feel maybe better equipped for whatever comes next."

 

She smiled at the mage, then.  "Maker watch over you, Tempest." 

 

With that, she turned to go.

 

"I think I understand," Tempest replied. "At least, to the extent it's possible to understand without personal experience. I imagine such things would be.. complicated. In time, perhaps what there is between you and Beldin will become clearer."

 

Tempest didn't really have any advice to offer about relationships, having never been in one - but surely in time, the Maker's will for all things would be revealed.

 

"I regret giving you more to fear," Tempest added. "But you are correct - the more knowledge we have, the better we are able to fight. Demons are powerful, but they are not all-powerful. They are finite. They can be defeated. Our cause is just, and I believe we will prevail."

 

Tempest gave Tessa's hand a reassuring squeeze. "Maker watch over you as well, Tessa."

 

[BFace]

Tessa and Beldin Establish Boundaries

 

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As Tessa walked down the hall from Tempest’s room, she touched her cheek and shook her head ruefully. She would think about Beldin’s touch on her face at random times, usually when it was least convenient. An awful lot has happened in a very short amount of time, and Tess scarcely knew how she felt about most of it.  She did know that it was past time to talk to him. 

 

The thought almost sent her sneaking back to the main room, even as she stopped outside Beldin’s door. She rolled her eyes, tucked a braid behind her ear and thought sternly, ‘Knock it off! You have fought off wolves and grown men. This should be easy.’ 

 

Tessa then took a deep breath and two steps, turning into the open doorway to lean against the door frame. 

“Beldin, do you have a minute?”

 

Beldin had lathered up his cheeks with the intention of having a shave, but he toweled off his face and waved her in. 

"Of course," he said, shifting his armor from the chair to the bed so she did not have to stand. 

 

A day before, he would never have dreamed of leaving the door open unless both tunic and shirt were on and laced tightly, but a lot had happened since then. He reveled in the freedom of opening the neck of his shirt and leaving his tunic off completely. 

 

Something about Tessa's manner made him apprehensive. She always seemed so stable, so collected, that her present agitation took him off guard. Not that he'd known her long enough to claim familiarity, he reminded himself firmly, even if it sometimes felt as if he had. 

 

She'd rebraided her hair, he noticed, and scolded himself for his lack of professionalism. 

 

As Beldin moved his gear onto the bed, Tessa thought about bolting down the hall back into the main room while his back was turned.  The incongruousness of that thought seemed to settle her nerves a little so she commended her soul to the Maker and walked into the room, plopping into the chair. 

 

“I didn’t think about you wanting a shave-not the kind of thing I have to worry about.” Tessa stroked her chin with a smile, then sat forward, resting her elbows on her knees. 

 

She studied Beldin for a moment, then realized she was never going to say anything if she was looking at him.  She shifted her gaze to a spot between Beldin’s feet as she felt the blush that always came far too easily start its way up her neck. 

 

“I, um. I wanted to talk about what happened…what you said before we ran up to the mill.” 

 

An image from that struck her, making her smile and galvanizing her nerves.  She looked up at him then, still smiling. 

“I mean before you fell over.”

 

 

"I haven't felt like a human being in a while," he said, scratching the dense, red-blond stubble on his chin. "I thought I might try to look the part, instead of one of Dane's werewolves."

 

Tessa took the offered chair, so he sat on the bed, shifting the shield so he didn't take the corner somewhere painful. 

 

“I, um. I wanted to talk about what happened…what you said before we ran up to the mill.” Tessa said. 

 

His guts clenched in knots of panic. He had no clear recollection of what he'd said, only a vague idea that it was more effusive than was usual for him. He did remember a caress, and the soft feel of her cheek. He tried not to think about it, to pretend that it was just some kind of emotion-fueled hallucination, but real or imagined, it stayed with him, and surfaced at the most inappropriate times... Such as now. 

 

Maker help him, had he imposed himself upon her? 

 

Wouldn't that just serve you right? his inner demon taunted. You finally find people who believe you, and then you go rubbing your hands all over your friend! Someone who trusts you. 

 

“I mean before you fell over.” Tessa was speaking, but it took a few moments for the words to sink in. 

 

"Quiet, you," he reproached his inner demon. 

 

And then he caught up with their conversation, blanched at what he'd said, and then started chuckling. 

 

"I meant me, not you," he said, greatly relieved by her smile. If she could tease him about that, whatever he'd done must not have been too heinous. "I'm none too sure what I said, to be honest. I thought I was a dead man. But if it was anything like 'I'm lucky to have you for a friend,' I meant it."

 

Tessa’s stomach sank. Reason quickly took over, however.  Her elbows still on her knees, she clasped her hands together. 

 

“Well, you did say something like that and I’m glad to know it.” She gave him a guarded grey look before looking back down at her hands. Well, in for a copper, in for the whole damn sovereign. 

 

“No wonder you don’t remember well. You had a...very eventful night.” 

 

Never had Tessa so badly wanted to just walk away from a conversation, but what if one of the others said something about it? She’d already seen Etienne smirk at her, like some benevolent lit torch. 

 

Be a grownup, Tessa. Maker’s eyelash. 

 

She took a deep breath and spoke in a rush, “It’s just that when you said, you know, what you said, you also might have touched me…touched my face and before anyone else said anything to you about it I wanted to tell you…” 

 

She stopped here, and for the second time since leaving the main room, she commended her soul to the Maker, hoping that she did not burst into flames right before Beldin’s eyes. 

 

She met those eyes then and said, “If you didn’t mean to, all is well. But if you did…” 

 

She became suddenly very interested in her hands as she spoke quietly enough that Beldin could pretend he didn’t hear her. 

 

“…that’s alright, too.”

 

 

Tessa's thoughtful, troubled expression was not reassuring. He tried not to read too much into her silence, but it grew harder with every increasingly frequent heartbeat. Maybe he had presumed too much. Maybe she didn't welcome his friendship. She was honorable enough to defend a man even if she didn't particularly like him. She was too honest to let personal feelings influence her sense of what was right.

 

“Well, you did say something like that and I’m glad to know it,”  she said.

 

That was something, then, he thought. He wished that she didn't look so unhappy about it, but it was understandable. 

 

“It’s just that when you said, you know, what you said, you also might have touched me…" she said. 

 

(Oh, Maker, here it comes.) 

 

Perspiration beaded on his forehead and prickled in his beard, and his heart dropped into his stomach. 

 

What a fool he had been! Even after everything that had happened, he should have had more control. He should never have spoken to her with his emotions so unfettered. He should have... 

 

 “If you didn’t mean to, all is well. But if you did…” she paused. 

 

His chest ached with the breath he held, but he dared not release it. Quicksilver eyes, he had thought, the one time they sparred. The play of light across an enigma, fluid and changeable, but always so real, and like swirling mercury, the shimmer captivated him. 

 

“…that’s alright, too.” 

 

"ThanktheMaker!" his breath left with a whoosh. He took a few deep breaths to clear his head, but nothing would stop the broad, ridiculous grin that spread across his face. "I mean..."

 

Suddenly shy, he looked away, but the smile didn't fade. 

 

"I mean, I don't think I did it on purpose," he said, "but I'm glad it wasn't just a dream." 

 

He met her gaze again, blue eyes meeting stormy grey, and he prayed for eloquence. 

 

"And maybe," he said, "if you ever took it to your head to do the same..." 

 

He took a deep breath. "Well, that'd be alright, too. If you wanted to."

 

 

"ThanktheMaker!" 

 

 Tessa jerked her head up to look at Beldin as he exhaled that wonderful sentence. That was not what she was expecting at all. He looked away from her, but she could see his smile, and she felt her own answering grin. 

 

 When he turned his gaze back to her, she studied his face while he searched for words. She’d seen Lake Calenhad once-having gone through Redcliffe as a guard for a couple of merchant wagons. Beldin’s eyes were the same color the lake was with the sun shining down on it. Deep and blue.  

 

She blinked and brought her attention back to what he was saying.  

 

"And maybe," he said, "if you ever took it to your head to do the same..." 

 

"Well, that'd be alright, too. If you wanted to." 

 

Tessa let out a breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding. She stood up, walking to stand in front of Beldin, grinning like a fool, as she held her hand out to him, palm up in invitation. 

 

“Well, alright. But if you start giving me calf eyes like Mercuriel does to Laurelin, I will probably strike you.”

 

He touched his cheek to her hand, savoring the feel of the calluses against the small portion of his face that was free from stubble. She was no pampered kitten, Tessa, and that made this rare moment of softness even more poignant. But it could not last, because he was no pampered lap dog, either. 

 

"You do know how to tempt a man, don't you?" he chuckled. "But I'll behave, or I'll try," he added before she could make good on her threat. "We don't need anyone snickering behind their hands at us..." 

 

He glanced at the open door, smiling sheepishly. 

 

"... if it isn't already too late." 

 

He stood up, too, both thankful and dismayed that the size of his room was so small. He yearned to touch her hair, stroke her face, wrap his arms around her and just hold her until the ache went away, but that was too much to contemplate.

 

They both needed time and space to adapt, as much as his body said otherwise. If he hoped to deserve her affection, he would have to prove himself capable of restraint. 

 

"Thanks for letting me get that off my chest," he said, forgetting for the moment that she had sought him out. She was so easy to talk to, it probably didn't matter anyway.

 

When Beldin stood up, Tessa stepped back only enough to let him stand comfortably. Her palm still tingled where she’d touched him and she wanted to press herself against him and run away in equal measure.  She settled for touching her forehead to his chest, then quickly stepping back.

 

She smiled shyly at him then.  “We’re traveling in tight quarters. I’m sure there will be remarks.” 

 

She turned to walk out of the room, stopping at the doorway to turn back toward Beldin. 

 

“I’m glad it wasn’t a dream, too.” 

 

Then Tessa walked back toward the main room, grinning to herself.

 

[Aertioc]

Ser Ox's New Clothes: Fabian makes a peace offering

 

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I entered the room that my host referred to as the courtroom just as the servants were setting out a breakfast of porridge and dried fruit. Most of the others were already gathered, traveling gear at the ready, and I spied my quarry among them, standing a little to one side, a bowl in his hand.

 

I approached and lay my acquisitions on the table beside him, the tunic, shirt, and breeches I'd liberated from my former master. They were simple homespun, but going by the patched state of the garments he now wore, they would be an improvement.

 

"A gift, Ser Ox," I said, patting the pile of clothes.

 

Beldin put the bowl down and picked up the top item, a shirt of soft grey linen.

 

"A... gift?" he asked, eyeing the clothes with suspicion.

 

"And why not?" I laughed. "Where in Vintiver would you find any to your measure? My former master and yourself are of a size, and our friend Harlan is unlikely to loan you any more."

 

Beldin put the shirt back.

 

"This is a loan, then?" he asked. "I had not heard Coalan was so generous."

 

"You may call it that, if you wish," I said, grinning.

 

"You stole them," Beldin said flatly.

 

"Think of it as a peace offering," I said diplomatically. "I caused you some alarm last night and wished to make amends. Believe me when I say that Coalan will never miss them. He's worn the same set of clothes since I arrived, and that was nigh on six months ago. You will put them to better use. Now, may we be friends?"

 

Beldin sighed and accepted the stolen property. The crime was done, and refusal would not undo it.

 

"We may be friends," he said.

 

"And I am glad!" I said, clapping him on the arm. "Let us be away, and may you run me down nevermore."

[obsessedwjpn]

Mercuriel woke up several times during the night. Once to remove all his bulky armor, which he had forgotten about during his emotional confrontation with Laurelin, and twice to answer the door and allow Dog in. The mabari wasn't too happy about being left alone. Luckily Dog's unhappiness quickly disappeared as soon as he saw his master's pained expression. Almost as if he could read Mercuriel's mind, Dog climbed into bed with his master and snuggled next to him for the rest of the night. Dog's presence helped calm Mercuriel's mind and heart. Finally the Dalish elf drifted off into a deep slumber that wasn't plagued by nightmares of the past.

 

The next morning, Mercuriel rolled out of bed, woke Dog up to which he got a large tongue in his face as an answer, and proceeded to redress in his armor. He picked up his new greatsword from the corner of the room, placed it on his back, and headed out of his room to meet the rest of the crew.

 

To say that he dreaded seeing Laurelin again after last night would be an understatement. He didn't know how to act around her now, he assumed she didn't know with him either, and the rest of their group would be sure to notice a change in time. Great, just what he needed on this journey. He sighed, patted Dog's head for comfort, and turned a corner while still so deep in thought that he almost mowed Tessa down. Of course, Tessa's size prevented her from being mowed down so, in reality, all that happened was Mercuriel smacked into Tessa.

 

"Agh! Good morning to you, my lady!" Mercuriel grinned sheepishly and backed up a few paces. Dog looked at him curiously before greeting Tessa with a bark and a quick lick to the hand.

[mysteriouspast]

Rael rose later than she'd expected, but a late night all but trapped her in the soft bed until she could fully rouse herself. She dressed and prepared herself quietly and made her way to the main hall. The smell of warm food was enough to stir her further and she took a serving of porridge, eating quietly by herself as the others filtered into the hall.

[Kerridwynn]

Rhys strode back into the warden's home, his light blond hair darkened with wetness and the shoulders of his shirt damp.  Following his nose he found the main hall.  He smiled widely and raised a hand in greeting to those in the room before retrieving a bowl of porridge,sprinkling a helping of dried fruit into the bowl.  He leaned against the wall out of the way, his backpack at his feet and quarterstaff and longbow leaning against the wall next to him and proceeded to eat his breakfast fastidiously.

 

He should feel nervous at the thought of going after and confronting the creatures that had killed his mercenary companions; if he was honest with himself there was a part of him putting forth the argument that he was crazy for even thinking about it.  But Tessa would be going after these creatures and that stubborn woman never gave in to common sense when her dander was up.  The rest of these people were probably capable in their own ways; Tessa didn't usually associate with incompetents.  All in all, he felt optimistic.  And excited.  So he was probably crazy.

 

He waited quietly for the rest of the group to show up.  He had a feeling that he hadn't made a very good first impression the night before; he would need to rectify that if they were going to let him go hunting with them.

 

Or he'd just have to go out there alone.

[TreeHuggerHannah]

Tempest was able to get a fairly good night's sleep once her nightmare had passed - as least as good as a night's sleep ever got for her. She dressed, washed her face and hands, then knelt to say her morning prayers. Tempest implored the Maker especially fervently for the safety of their expedition and the safety of her family back home. She believed the word of the Chantry that the Maker was gone from their world... but she believed He still listened. She believed He still cared, and that He would look with favor on those endeavoring to do His will.

 

It didn't take long for Tempest to pack her things. She was traveling lightly. The biggest item was her small tent - a necessary thing, since they couldn't expect to find a convenient friendly manor every time they stopped. She carefully wrapped her borrowed book to ensure no harm would come to it.

 

Once she was ready, she joined the others for breakfast. Tempest exchanged friendly greetings with any comrades she ran into, but was primarily focused on making sure she was sufficiently nourished for a long day's walk.

 

When they had all gathered, Tempest hesitantly addressed the full group. She was not used to being the center of attention... but this was important.

 

"I want to warn you about something Eshara warned me about," she said. "The wounds inflicted by these creatures are corrupted with some sort of dark magic. Thus the wounds are slow to respond to both magical and conventional healing. This is why Eshara remained so ill. When we fight, we must be careful. If one of us is wounded, a simple healing spell may not be sufficient, especially if time has passed. We must not risk taking any damage that is not absolutely necessary."

 

Easier said than done in a fight, but at least her comrades would know not to attempt any heroics that relied on a quick magical fix to injuries incurred.

[Mahumia]

Bartha woke up to the increasing hustle of people waking up and preparing for the day. With a sigh she sunk a bit deeper into the blankets. ‘They should invent a foldable bed… way better to sleep in than some bedroll.’ The prospect of laying shivering in some cold tent made her even less eager to leave the warm, soft bed. As if to tease her, she noticed that her bladder started to protest. With a sigh, she slipped out of the bed. ‘Fine fine… if I have to.’

 

She’d picked some clean clothes from her backpack and adjusted her armor. Putting on the belt with the empty sheaths for her daggers felt a bit strange. She made a mental note to talk to Tarl about the weapons… otherwise she’d have to pay a visit to the smith before leaving.

 

After brushing her hair she braided it. She glanced at the jewelry she had been gifted during the night, pondering whether she should put it in her hair or not. ‘Ah, why not… it had been a gift after all.’ With a bit of fiddling she found a nice spot for wearing the broche, on the left side of her head.

 

On her way to the courtroom she had stumbled into Tessa. With a worse mood than before, she continued her way after their conversation. Silently she grabbed herself some porridge and sat down in a corner of the room. She glanced around: everyone appeared to be quiet today. ‘At least I won’t stand out, in that case.’ Her eye caught the form of Rhys, who was eating his breakfast whilst leaning against the wall. ‘Well, he’s looking better than he was earlier… guess I might greet him, if he is indeed coming with us.’ She stood up from her table and made her way towards the man. ‘What’s up with all the tall men here?’ Extending her hand to him, she sent him a warm smile. “Good morning ser… Rhys was it, right? My name is Bartha. How are you today? Feeling a bit better than before?” 

[BFace]

Tessa entered the courtroom still smiling after nearly being bowled over by Mercuriel.  She had her pack with her, and a new greatsword from Warden Tarl's arsenal. She had a small moment of sadness at letting go her old sword, but this new one felt like it had been crafted to her grip and she looked forward to working out with it.

 

She found the porridge, fixed herself a bowl with no additives, and smiled at Rael and at Rhys in passing as she found a place to sit.  Tess tucked in with a single minded concentration until she looked up to see the man from the hill walk in and make a beeline, it seemed, toward Beldin.  Since that clearly didn't concern her, she went back to finishing her breakfast, although she smiled at her bowl when the man -Maker, what was his name? Fabian, or someting?- called Beldin Ser Ox.

 

As Tessa finished up her bowl and sat back, sated for the moment, she saw Tempest stand.  As the healer spoke, Tessa's expression grew serious and at her final words, she met Rhys's eyes and raised a brow as if to say, 'Are you still sure?'