Sometimes, I like to experiment and hat was one of these days. The day that I decided to trade the strings of my bow for the firm grips of a pair of old daggers. Also the day that Cassandra thought to be a good idea to exchange her two handed sword for a simple shield and her "B1tch Slapping Hand", as she called it, for the sake of the old times, she reassured herself. Sera jumped in as well and said she to be sticking to daggers too, to feel something new, she said. "the thrills, yeah?!" Those were some old and rusty daggers that we had found on the fields earlier. Blackwall went a bit too far, we were relying on him to keep up with our adversaries, he was inspired enough to trail with us wearing no piece of armor just his casual clothing and singing some war old war song. For some reason, the confidence burned strongly within his spirit. It was concerning...
Concerning more not only for the danger's way he was deliberately putting himself, but also for the whys he was doing that, or for the whys I thought he was doing that for. To impress me. The loneliness can led astray the most strict of the men, let alone one that wander the country making men in underwears drink Darkspawn's blood... Well ever since I, Ayman, the herald of Andraste as some call me, was being nice to him then he got some ideas...
*Reason for his confidence: http://i.imgur.com/hEVzoW1.jpg *
And so we went forth and almost did not come back alive! That was hard, we almost died after a few battles and some of us fell unconscious a few times. Mother Nature wasn't kind to us that day...
*Mother Nature in rage 1: http://i.imgur.com/0tCFQYe.jpg *
*Mother Nature in rage 2: http://i.imgur.com/xxqv70Y.jpg *
*Mother Nature in rage 3: http://i.imgur.com/REefyWV.jpg *
And so after exploring the irregular terrains of Hinterlands on foot, sometimes on a horse's back, other times kissing the ground and grass, killing bears (or being killed by them), sending back to the Fade a few demons and closing their rifts it was about time for us to rest our aching bones, to wet our dry throats and heal our hearts, we had decided.
"Us making a decision: http://i.imgur.com/h6ThZ5F.jpg *
After a day's work, where could we go to fully restore our spirits? The encampments nearby offered but only a so-so relaxation. The surroundings, though appealing to the eyes, had a certain lack, something wasn't there. Something were missing, we were in need to aid our souls and mind. Music does that... We had our souls and mind broken that day, so much that Blackwall was giving in to depression... Apprehension took over us as we thought he was going to drown himself because of shame. Whatever drove him before, were gone...
*Blackwall depressed because of shame 1: http://i.imgur.com/AJgAM7t.jpg *
*Blackwall depressed because of shame 2: http://i.imgur.com/1GtJTiI.jpg *
Sera, cheerful as always, said through laughter, a mask she wears perfectly, "Why don't we go back to Haven, the bard there is pretty good, yeah?!" "And our lake is frozen..." Cassandra whispered to me. I nodded.
We went on avoiding any danger along the way to the tavern in Haven, our home and base, where the the nicest of the bards resides, no dandelion come even close to her talent.
Each of us went our way, Cassandra went to lash out her anger mumbling something and making disgusted noises towards the training dummies, Blackwall locked himself inside the Blacksmith's house... Each to its own, for Sera and I, we we were hungry and I liked her company and she mine.
Sera went ahead to reserve us a table at the tavern and I went to grab my trusty bow. I made my way in, and the warmth inside hit me like a blanket. The smell of burning wood, the smell of just done food, the laughter and many voices all at once. For a moment, the danger just outside on the sky was gone. It felt good to be back there. For a few seconds, I stood at the door, it ajar, allowing the icy wind to play with the torches' flame, making the some shadows dance and twist some necks to my direction. People looked at me angry and I quickly closed the door, made a head compliment to tavern keeper in order to avoid so many eyes. Sera waved and called my name pointing to my unoccupied chair. Oh, how I love her smile...
Sera smilling: http://i.imgur.com/4neEHuI.jpg
Before sitting, I approached the bard to ask for a song, the one "special". She said that her instrument wasn't with her, it was in need of tuning and, because of that, we were to have a acoustic presentation if it were to my liking. I agreed. It was a song about Sera.
http://i.imgur.com/Czg3FUe.jpg
That buffalo and rabbit soup were nice to warm while she warmed our souls with her singing, one of a kind echoing inside that room and our hearts, Sera and I agreed. The loveliest songs that graced these cold lands in in such dark times.
That's me sitting on the chair and eating and Sera was in front of me: https://imgur.com/TeMezDn
And we went to sleep. The world can wait...
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