Rift Mages for Hire
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“Of course,” Cullen nodded, walking towards the dirt circle. Did it really matter if she was mage? Looking back at his past, he did once have a crush on a mage so why was this any different? If she was willing, he would consider putting the magic aside in his head. He could do that, couldn’t he?
He turned to face Daeris, unsheathing his sword. He swung it once before getting into a steady position. Soon enough, the sparing started between the human man and the elvish mage. He tried to blow blow after blow, yet he could not stop her onslaught. Before he realized, she crouched over him with her daggers at his neck. “Alright, I yield,” he panted. He stared up at her eyes, realizing how close they were in that moment.
Dasira looked onward at the scene and smile before turning to Bull, “I hope you got what you wanted today,” she mused to him, her smile dropping as she started at him pointedly. She allowed herself to take in the full might of the Iron Bull, his large muscles, his even larger horns, and yet her curiosity drew back to the eyepatch on his eye. She shook herself of her thoughts, “Do you still need me here, or?”
Daeris took her time before pulling away from Cullen, her labored breathing from both the sparring and her proximity to Cullen. “Good match.” Daeris said when she straightened up, shearing her blades before offering a hand to help him up.
“You’re a wonderful military fighter, and I’m sure you would’ve done wonderful against me as a mage, but you have no clue how to handle a rogue.” Daeris pushed a curl behind her ear, smiling at him. “I’ll help you with that, if you’d like.” Some of his soldiers, the Herald, and the other advisors had stopped by to watch, his soldiers cheering for Daeris.
Bull grinned at Dasira. “I got to see a ferocious dragon in combat.” He said, his smile charismatic. “When it comes to training, what else could I ask for?” Looking over at his men, and back at Dasira he raised a brow. “I don’t need you here, but I wouldn’t mind if you decided you wanted to stick around for a little while.”
Cullen accepted her hand, “Yeah, it was,” he said breathlessly as he was pulled up. The blonde man brushed the dirt off of himself as he listened to Daeris make her offer. It couldn’t hurt to learn some rogue techniques. “I would appreciate that,” he smiled back at her. He turned to look at some of his men, seeing their admiration for Daeris. This caused the wheels in his head spin.
“Herald, if I may be so bold, do you think it would be a good idea to have Daeris help train the recruits? Rogue tactics might be able to help us if we can incorporate it with warrior ones.” He offered, looking at Daeris with a hopeful smile.
Dasira surveyed the men before looking back at Bull, “You surprise me, Bull. With how you cornered me last night, I would think you still hate me. Especially after what happened to your comrades,” her voice fell quiet as she avoided his gaze. She took a deep breath to push down her rising feels, “I thank you for the offer, but I think I need some time to meditate,” she spoke briskly as she pushed past him, heading towards somewhere quite and peaceful to try and fight off the emotions going on in her head.
Daeris blushed, but her smile grew at the heralds agreement. “I think that would be a good idea. Varric isn’t much help in training, and I’d loathe to have Sera try and teach our men.” Cassandra said, looking over at Trevelyan. Trevelyan smiled, chuckling. “Alright then, Cullen.” The noble woman said, hiding her laughter behind her hand. “Daeris, if youd like, I think it would be a great idea to have you help the troops.” Mischief flashed in her eyes. “I doubt they’ll know what hit them.” The troops that had gathered shifted nervously, a little worried about getting their asses kicked by the small elf.
Bull frowned slightly as he watched Dasira leave. Krem and Dalish came up to him, Krem laughing. “Damn chief, you really fucked that one up, didn’t you?” Dalish snickered as well, leaning on her staff. Bull raised an eyebrow. “Would you like me to remind you of something you fucked up, Krem Brulee?” He chided, looking over at Daeris. Krem turned bright red and Dalish fell, she was laughing so hard.
Cullen smiled at Trevelyan, “thank you Inquisitor,” he spoke before turn towards Daeris, “well if you have nothing else to do today, then I’m sure the men can get a good ass kick in before they carry on with their duties.” He saw the excitement in her eyes, and almost melted on the spot. She was beautiful, and he was happy to keep her around for a little while longer before his duties would pull him away. “What do you think?”
Dasira had found a pile of boulders in a small corned of the castle as there, taking out her frustration on the rocks. “Why do I let my past get the best of me?” She grunt as she threw ice shards at the poor rocks relentlessly. “Bull seems to have moved on so why can’t I fucking do the same thing?” This time, her fist grew a layer of rock over itself as she lunged and punched the boulder with enough force to manage a crack down the center. “Mother taught me better to be an emotional wreck, if she was here …” Dasira had, at this point walked away from the rock before she turned to bolt towards the rock once more. Just before she was about to punch it, she stopped just centimeters from the surface, breathing heavily. She groaned and let her hand fall, letting her forehead fall against the rock in defeat. All the emotions, things she had done, things she had experienced that she had been bottling up for years was now just reaching a breaking point. “I hate this!” She shouted, her anger refueled as she punched the rock again, this time, splitting it in half.
Daeris cracked her knuckles, sparks flying off of them. "Oh, hell yeah. Who's first?" The men cowered in fear, until they pushed forwards a small kid, who couldn't have been more than 17. "To the ring, then."
Dasira heard a low whistle. "You really are as icy as I've heard." A dwarf with a crossbow stepped out of the shadows, smiling at Dasira. "Nice to meet you. I'm Varric Tethras. You're Dasira, from the arbor wilds, right?" He nodded and smiled, before sitting on a stump. "Though, we'll have to find you a nickname." He looked over at the rocks. "You don't seem to happy." He noted. "Something on your mind?"















