Daeris Fucking Lavellan

Hi, I'm Daeris Lavellan, Dalish mage extraordinaire! Join me on my adventures in DA: I with my small mercenary company. (RP Blog)

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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?”

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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.”

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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?"

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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?”

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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.”

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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.

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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.

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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?”

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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."

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“Don’t think I’m surprised to hear your lack of trust in me. I wouldn’t put it past you, honestly. I’ve always been the odd one out so no need to worry about how I feel about your trust in me.” Now that last part she said was not true at all. She would never admit it, but she did worry about what others thought about her. Maybe a small part of her wanted to be trusted, yet she knew that was not reality when it came to most people, especially Bull. She had killed his comrades, injured more; she had no doubt the Qunari man didn’t hold a lick of trust or respect for her at all. 

She moved her gaze to stare at Bull intensely, mulling over his offer. It had been a long time since she trained. She knew she needed it, but she was also scared to get her ass handed to her on a silver plate by the Iron Bull. Training was much different then killing, she would have to dial back on a lot of her powers and feared that she would not have the proper control to ensure no one got hurt too badly. “I guess you’ll know my answer tomorrow morning tomorrow.” She paused, looking back out at the castle before her, “thank you, for the offer,” she spoke more quietly this time.

Cullen felt better knowing he wasn’t the only one nervous about their encounter. “I would be more then happy to give you a tour.” He looked up at the ever fading sky. “I’ll make you a deal. I have much I need to get done today that I unfortunately cannot move, but tomorrow morning, I have a few hours to myself. Why don’t I meet up with you in the Great Hall in the morn and we’ll go from there. How does that sound?” The commander asked the elven girl. 

He did notice a little bit of an electric shock on his fingers just before she slipped her hand away from his. He found it peculiar, yet didn’t say anything about it. She might be a mage. A nagging voice spoke in his mind. That immediately almost made him frown, but he caught himself before doing the act. He would have to investigate this later, but for now he would take things slow and see how they end up.

One of his guards came up to him with a message concerning the new recruits down at the training grounds. “I’m sorry, my lady, but I must attend to this. I hope to see you tomorrow,” he offered her a warm smile before he turned away to continue with his tasks, Daeris however still stayed on his mind for the rest of the day.

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Bull nodded wordlessly, sitting in silence for a few moments. He was interested to see her abilities, and so he hoped she would show up the next morning. “I guess I’ll take my leave then.” Bull said, stepping away from the railing on the balcony. “Enjoy exploring skyhold, its a massive place.” Bull chuckled, walking back into the room. “I’ll see you around.”

The next morning, Bull and his Chargers were up early, all sparring with each other. Krem and another fighter were teamed up against Bull, who seemed too at ease whooping them in combat. Dalish was on the sidelines, cheering for the underdog and leaning on her staff, taking a break from ‘archery’. Bull was focused on fighting, but also wondering if Dasira would ever show up. 

Daeris was ecstatic. “Tomorrow morning it is, then!” She beamed. “I wouldn’t want to take you from your work, so I will bid you goodbye, Commander.”  Daeris bowed slightly, before watching him walk away. She bit her lip slightly, distracted by the swaying of his hips. She heard a light chuckle behind her, as Thannor came and swung an arm around her shoulders. 

“Never took you for the blonde type.” He joked, following her line of sight to the Commander. “Though, I admit, he’s a pretty one.” Daeris nodded, leaning against her friend.

“Oh yeah. I’m fucked.”

The next morning, Daeris was up with the sun, dressing and eating as fast as she could before rushing to the main hall to wait for Cullen. She’d left her staff in her room again, instead opting only for the small daggers she kept on her person. If he asked, she’d pretend she was a rogue. Shaking her head, she sighed. If he asked, it’d be best to reveal her true nature. Tucking herself by a wall, Daeris waited.

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The witch didn’t say anything as she heard the Iron Bull leave the room. As soon as the door shut, she let out a large sigh of relief. If she was honest with herself, that encounter went fairly well. She was expecting something a lot more violent from him. A cold breeze rushed past her face, urging her to go back inside of her room. She made her way over to the bed, stripping down, tonight was going to be a night of little sleep.

The next morning, after Dasira had gotten dressed, she made her way down to the training grounds. She wasn’t going to be called weak for not showing up. Men and women alike spared in pairs, grunting at one another as they blocked blows and made their own hits. Her blue eyes traveled over to a large dirt circle where the Chargers were sparing one another. She stayed off to the side, out of the way, as she silently watched Bull spar, mesmerized by his fluid movements.  She leaned against her staff, fingers gripping the silver so hard that it almost hurt.

Cullen had gotten very good sleep that night, which surprised him. Normally his dreams were filled with nightmares, flashbacks of all the things he had seen in his life as a Templar. Strangely, his dreams consisted of the red haired elven girl, Dearis. He shook the thought of her away as best as he could as he made his way down to the Great Hall to meet up with her. A tour is what he promised her and that is what he would give her.

He found the Dalish elf leaning against the wall and walked over to her. “My lady, I hope you slept well,” He started off, nodding in respect to her. “If you’ll follow me, we can then begin our tour.” He held out his arm for her to take in order to escort her around Skyhold.

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“Alright, alright, boss!” Krem laughed after landing on his ass for the nth time. “I think I’m done for this round.” Krem looked over at Dasira and winked. “Besides, you’ve got a visitor.” Iron Bull was breathing heavy as he looked over to see Dasira leaning on her staff. Dalish whistled and ran over to Krem, giving him a hand up.

“You came.” Bull said, wiping some sweat off his forehead. His deep voice was underlied by a layer of expectation, or excitement. “What’d'you think of my Chargers? Fine set of fighters, if I do say so myself.” He looked over at Dalish, who gave him a smile before sticking her tongue out at him, then going back to her and Krem’s conversation.

Caught off guard by the ex-templar, Daeris gave a little squeak, her hand flying to her heart. “O-oh! Commander!” Daeris blushed, laughing at her own start. “Apologies, I wasn’t paying attention.” Looking up at Cullen, she smiled. “I did sleep well, thank you.”

Looking at his arm, Daeris mentally gulped. Tentatively, she took his arm, her stomach a flutter of nerves. “Skyhold is a large fortress,” Daeris noted. “Are you sure we will cover it all in only an hour or two?” Daeris asked this out of real concern, not wanting to take him from his work.

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“I did,” Dasira mused, looking at Bull before her gaze flirted towards the rest of the the Chargers. They seemed very skilled in what they did. “Quite impressive to be able to pull together a team from so many different backgrounds.” She motioned to the varying members of his team. She turned her intense gaze back to the Qunari man as she cocked her head to the side.

“You wanted to see my skills?” the witch prompted, keeping the nervousness she felt out of her voice and posture. She remained as relaxed as she could as she pulled away from leaning against her staff. She walked out into the dirt circle and turned to face him, “Who am I to fight against?”

“I can show you the most important places you should know and then leave you on your own devices to explore.” He reassured her as they began to have their tour. Cullen showed her the many halls and rooms inside the fortress and outside the fortress. He made light conversation with her as they toured around, getting to know her more.

“I am needed down at the training yard, do you wish to accompany me?” Cullen asked, genuinely enjoying Daeris’ company. He felt selfish asking her to stay with him, but he did not want to leave her just yet. 

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Bull smiled at Dasira upon her compliment. He was rather proud of his team, and they were like family to him.

As she entered the training circle, Bull saw Dalish perk up at the sight of the mage woman. “I’d thought about fighting you myself, but Dalish hasn’t had a good spar in a while. Would you mind matching against her?” Bull asked Dasira.

Daeris was awed by skyhold, and by the many different parts of the ancient fortress. More than anything, though,Daeris was in awe of Cullen. He was in charge of so much, and he seemed to handle it all so well.

Daeris was disappointed when the tour, and her time with Cullen was coming to an end, but she perked up at his offer. “Sure!” Daeris agreed quickly. “I haven’t sparred in a while.”

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“Not at all, I’ll take whoever is brave enough to fight me in the ring.” She offered a sly smile, one full of mischief, towards Bull before turning to facer her opponent. “Don’t go easy on me, I haven’t trained in years but I won’t be treated like a child.” She commented towards the other elf.

“It’s only training, let’s see what your made of,” Dalish flashed a smile back before their fight began. The two girls circled each other before Dasira made the first move. A fury of ice were released from both parties. Dasira noted that they both tended to use ice more then anything and decided to switch her tactics. She began to change to different elements, lighting and fire shot from her fingers while the earth shook bellow her. She moved like water, dodging attacks and reciprocating her own. Soon enough, Dasira had her staff pointed at Dalish’s throat as she laid on the ground. She removed her staff and offered a hand to help up Dalish.

Cullen smiled and lead her to the training grounds. He almost doubled over at the sight of the two mages sparing. “What in Maker’s Breath are they doing?” He breathed, only to see Iron Bull’s smug face. He shook his head, of course Bull would let two mages fight one another. “He’s going to let them tear up the whole castle!”

Before he could move to stop the fight, it ended. He turned to Daeris before speaking, “now that you’ve seen an … excellent show down, would you like to try your hand against one of my men? I’d like to see what you can do.” The commander looked at Daeris promptly, yet was excited to see her abilities. Was she truly a mage or was she good with a sword?

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Dalish grinned, accepting Dasira’s hand and popping up from the ground. “You’re good!” Dalish said, brushing the dirt off of her. “Though you fight like you’re trying to ward off big groups. Doesn’t seem like you’ve done a lot of one on one.” Dalishs grin turned michevious. “I think I’d like to fight you again, if you’d not mind being my sparring partner occasionally.” Bull grinned, walking over and clapping Dalish on the back. “That was mighty impressive, Dasira.” He said. “I’m not one for magic, but I’ve not seen many mages use much more than just one element in a fight.” His compliment was sincere. He was very impressed at her ferocity and her versitility.

Daeris’s face was lit up in wonder, impressed by the two mages sparring. An electric itch began under her skin, urging her to go and join. Cullen’s exclamation, though, caused her pause. She kept her resolve, though. She’d fight to her whole ability, regardless of anyone’s opinions on mages. With Cullen’s offer, she perked up. “Hells yeah!” She exclaimed. “I’ve only got a couple of knives on me, but I’m always down for a fight.” Her eyes lit up with fire, excited to get a work out. “Who should I fight?” Daeris asked, looking at Cullen. “Maybe, you?” She teased, all nervousness gone at the promise of a fight.

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Dasira smiled at Dalish, “I’d be happy too. If you want, I can teach you a few spells. You tend to leave your left open, so they might help. Even so, large groups are all I’ve ever had to fight. No one wanders alone in the Arbor Wilds.” The witch looked over at Bull, a light pink spread onto her face. She wasn’t used to receiving such compliments from others. “Thank you Iron Bull.” She murmured as she hooked her staff on one of her belts on her back.

She looked over and saw Daeris talking to a blonde man. He looked somewhat important, but heard the prospect of a duel. “You’ll fry his tail off,” she joked as the two came over.

“What do you mean?” Cullen asked, rasing a brow at the woman in front of him. She was the famed Witch of the Arbor Wilds, he had heard she had joined the fight.

“Daeris is a mage,” Dasira shrugged, only to notice a slight look of surprise before he comprised himself.

“Well if she is, then so be it. I’ll let her fry my tail if she’s willing to duel me.” He turned to look at Daeris with a reassuring smile.

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Daeris faltered at Dasira's words, her grin falling. She hadn't planned for Cullen to find out like that, but she guessed it was inevitable. Cullen's smile didn't do much to reassure her, but she quickly composed herself. "Ah, well, alright!" Daeris said, her nervousness reappearing. "Though, I don't have my staff..." She trailed off. "No matter! I have a few daggers, so I'd rather spar with no magic, if you don't mind." Daeris looked at his armor with a smirk. "Besides, you're like a lighting rod with all that armor on."

Bull laughed at that last comment. "Lightning magic, eh? " He asked, looking at Dasira and Daeris. "That shits scary. The boss specializes in that, too." He chuckled. "I think I'd like to see you fight her, too, once youre done wasting Cullen." Daeris chuckled.

"I'm honored that you think I'll beat the commander." Daeris said, looking at Cullen. "Shall we?"

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“Don’t think I’m surprised to hear your lack of trust in me. I wouldn’t put it past you, honestly. I’ve always been the odd one out so no need to worry about how I feel about your trust in me.” Now that last part she said was not true at all. She would never admit it, but she did worry about what others thought about her. Maybe a small part of her wanted to be trusted, yet she knew that was not reality when it came to most people, especially Bull. She had killed his comrades, injured more; she had no doubt the Qunari man didn’t hold a lick of trust or respect for her at all. 

She moved her gaze to stare at Bull intensely, mulling over his offer. It had been a long time since she trained. She knew she needed it, but she was also scared to get her ass handed to her on a silver plate by the Iron Bull. Training was much different then killing, she would have to dial back on a lot of her powers and feared that she would not have the proper control to ensure no one got hurt too badly. “I guess you’ll know my answer tomorrow morning tomorrow.” She paused, looking back out at the castle before her, “thank you, for the offer,” she spoke more quietly this time.

Cullen felt better knowing he wasn’t the only one nervous about their encounter. “I would be more then happy to give you a tour.” He looked up at the ever fading sky. “I’ll make you a deal. I have much I need to get done today that I unfortunately cannot move, but tomorrow morning, I have a few hours to myself. Why don’t I meet up with you in the Great Hall in the morn and we’ll go from there. How does that sound?” The commander asked the elven girl. 

He did notice a little bit of an electric shock on his fingers just before she slipped her hand away from his. He found it peculiar, yet didn’t say anything about it. She might be a mage. A nagging voice spoke in his mind. That immediately almost made him frown, but he caught himself before doing the act. He would have to investigate this later, but for now he would take things slow and see how they end up.

One of his guards came up to him with a message concerning the new recruits down at the training grounds. “I’m sorry, my lady, but I must attend to this. I hope to see you tomorrow,” he offered her a warm smile before he turned away to continue with his tasks, Daeris however still stayed on his mind for the rest of the day.

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Bull nodded wordlessly, sitting in silence for a few moments. He was interested to see her abilities, and so he hoped she would show up the next morning. “I guess I’ll take my leave then.” Bull said, stepping away from the railing on the balcony. “Enjoy exploring skyhold, its a massive place.” Bull chuckled, walking back into the room. “I’ll see you around.”

The next morning, Bull and his Chargers were up early, all sparring with each other. Krem and another fighter were teamed up against Bull, who seemed too at ease whooping them in combat. Dalish was on the sidelines, cheering for the underdog and leaning on her staff, taking a break from ‘archery’. Bull was focused on fighting, but also wondering if Dasira would ever show up. 

Daeris was ecstatic. “Tomorrow morning it is, then!” She beamed. “I wouldn’t want to take you from your work, so I will bid you goodbye, Commander.”  Daeris bowed slightly, before watching him walk away. She bit her lip slightly, distracted by the swaying of his hips. She heard a light chuckle behind her, as Thannor came and swung an arm around her shoulders. 

“Never took you for the blonde type.” He joked, following her line of sight to the Commander. “Though, I admit, he’s a pretty one.” Daeris nodded, leaning against her friend.

“Oh yeah. I’m fucked.”

The next morning, Daeris was up with the sun, dressing and eating as fast as she could before rushing to the main hall to wait for Cullen. She’d left her staff in her room again, instead opting only for the small daggers she kept on her person. If he asked, she’d pretend she was a rogue. Shaking her head, she sighed. If he asked, it’d be best to reveal her true nature. Tucking herself by a wall, Daeris waited.

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The witch didn’t say anything as she heard the Iron Bull leave the room. As soon as the door shut, she let out a large sigh of relief. If she was honest with herself, that encounter went fairly well. She was expecting something a lot more violent from him. A cold breeze rushed past her face, urging her to go back inside of her room. She made her way over to the bed, stripping down, tonight was going to be a night of little sleep.

The next morning, after Dasira had gotten dressed, she made her way down to the training grounds. She wasn’t going to be called weak for not showing up. Men and women alike spared in pairs, grunting at one another as they blocked blows and made their own hits. Her blue eyes traveled over to a large dirt circle where the Chargers were sparing one another. She stayed off to the side, out of the way, as she silently watched Bull spar, mesmerized by his fluid movements.  She leaned against her staff, fingers gripping the silver so hard that it almost hurt.

Cullen had gotten very good sleep that night, which surprised him. Normally his dreams were filled with nightmares, flashbacks of all the things he had seen in his life as a Templar. Strangely, his dreams consisted of the red haired elven girl, Dearis. He shook the thought of her away as best as he could as he made his way down to the Great Hall to meet up with her. A tour is what he promised her and that is what he would give her.

He found the Dalish elf leaning against the wall and walked over to her. “My lady, I hope you slept well,” He started off, nodding in respect to her. “If you’ll follow me, we can then begin our tour.” He held out his arm for her to take in order to escort her around Skyhold.

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“Alright, alright, boss!” Krem laughed after landing on his ass for the nth time. “I think I’m done for this round.” Krem looked over at Dasira and winked. “Besides, you’ve got a visitor.” Iron Bull was breathing heavy as he looked over to see Dasira leaning on her staff. Dalish whistled and ran over to Krem, giving him a hand up.

“You came.” Bull said, wiping some sweat off his forehead. His deep voice was underlied by a layer of expectation, or excitement. “What’d'you think of my Chargers? Fine set of fighters, if I do say so myself.” He looked over at Dalish, who gave him a smile before sticking her tongue out at him, then going back to her and Krem’s conversation.

Caught off guard by the ex-templar, Daeris gave a little squeak, her hand flying to her heart. “O-oh! Commander!” Daeris blushed, laughing at her own start. “Apologies, I wasn’t paying attention.” Looking up at Cullen, she smiled. “I did sleep well, thank you.”

Looking at his arm, Daeris mentally gulped. Tentatively, she took his arm, her stomach a flutter of nerves. “Skyhold is a large fortress,” Daeris noted. “Are you sure we will cover it all in only an hour or two?” Daeris asked this out of real concern, not wanting to take him from his work.

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“I did,” Dasira mused, looking at Bull before her gaze flirted towards the rest of the the Chargers. They seemed very skilled in what they did. “Quite impressive to be able to pull together a team from so many different backgrounds.” She motioned to the varying members of his team. She turned her intense gaze back to the Qunari man as she cocked her head to the side.

“You wanted to see my skills?” the witch prompted, keeping the nervousness she felt out of her voice and posture. She remained as relaxed as she could as she pulled away from leaning against her staff. She walked out into the dirt circle and turned to face him, “Who am I to fight against?”

“I can show you the most important places you should know and then leave you on your own devices to explore.” He reassured her as they began to have their tour. Cullen showed her the many halls and rooms inside the fortress and outside the fortress. He made light conversation with her as they toured around, getting to know her more.

“I am needed down at the training yard, do you wish to accompany me?” Cullen asked, genuinely enjoying Daeris’ company. He felt selfish asking her to stay with him, but he did not want to leave her just yet. 

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Bull smiled at Dasira upon her compliment. He was rather proud of his team, and they were like family to him.

As she entered the training circle, Bull saw Dalish perk up at the sight of the mage woman. “I’d thought about fighting you myself, but Dalish hasn’t had a good spar in a while. Would you mind matching against her?” Bull asked Dasira.

Daeris was awed by skyhold, and by the many different parts of the ancient fortress. More than anything, though,Daeris was in awe of Cullen. He was in charge of so much, and he seemed to handle it all so well.

Daeris was disappointed when the tour, and her time with Cullen was coming to an end, but she perked up at his offer. “Sure!” Daeris agreed quickly. “I haven’t sparred in a while.”

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“Not at all, I’ll take whoever is brave enough to fight me in the ring.” She offered a sly smile, one full of mischief, towards Bull before turning to facer her opponent. “Don’t go easy on me, I haven’t trained in years but I won’t be treated like a child.” She commented towards the other elf.

“It’s only training, let’s see what your made of,” Dalish flashed a smile back before their fight began. The two girls circled each other before Dasira made the first move. A fury of ice were released from both parties. Dasira noted that they both tended to use ice more then anything and decided to switch her tactics. She began to change to different elements, lighting and fire shot from her fingers while the earth shook bellow her. She moved like water, dodging attacks and reciprocating her own. Soon enough, Dasira had her staff pointed at Dalish’s throat as she laid on the ground. She removed her staff and offered a hand to help up Dalish.

Cullen smiled and lead her to the training grounds. He almost doubled over at the sight of the two mages sparing. “What in Maker’s Breath are they doing?” He breathed, only to see Iron Bull’s smug face. He shook his head, of course Bull would let two mages fight one another. “He’s going to let them tear up the whole castle!”

Before he could move to stop the fight, it ended. He turned to Daeris before speaking, “now that you’ve seen an … excellent show down, would you like to try your hand against one of my men? I’d like to see what you can do.” The commander looked at Daeris promptly, yet was excited to see her abilities. Was she truly a mage or was she good with a sword?

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Dalish grinned, accepting Dasira's hand and popping up from the ground. "You're good!" Dalish said, brushing the dirt off of her. "Though you fight like you're trying to ward off big groups. Doesn't seem like you've done a lot of one on one." Dalishs grin turned michevious. "I think I'd like to fight you again, if you'd not mind being my sparring partner occasionally." Bull grinned, walking over and clapping Dalish on the back. "That was mighty impressive, Dasira." He said. "I'm not one for magic, but I've not seen many mages use much more than just one element in a fight." His compliment was sincere. He was very impressed at her ferocity and her versitility.

Daeris's face was lit up in wonder, impressed by the two mages sparring. An electric itch began under her skin, urging her to go and join. Cullen's exclamation, though, caused her pause. She kept her resolve, though. She'd fight to her whole ability, regardless of anyone's opinions on mages. With Cullen's offer, she perked up. "Hells yeah!" She exclaimed. "I've only got a couple of knives on me, but I'm always down for a fight." Her eyes lit up with fire, excited to get a work out. "Who should I fight?" Daeris asked, looking at Cullen. "Maybe, you?" She teased, all nervousness gone at the promise of a fight.

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“Don’t think I’m surprised to hear your lack of trust in me. I wouldn’t put it past you, honestly. I’ve always been the odd one out so no need to worry about how I feel about your trust in me.” Now that last part she said was not true at all. She would never admit it, but she did worry about what others thought about her. Maybe a small part of her wanted to be trusted, yet she knew that was not reality when it came to most people, especially Bull. She had killed his comrades, injured more; she had no doubt the Qunari man didn’t hold a lick of trust or respect for her at all. 

She moved her gaze to stare at Bull intensely, mulling over his offer. It had been a long time since she trained. She knew she needed it, but she was also scared to get her ass handed to her on a silver plate by the Iron Bull. Training was much different then killing, she would have to dial back on a lot of her powers and feared that she would not have the proper control to ensure no one got hurt too badly. “I guess you’ll know my answer tomorrow morning tomorrow.” She paused, looking back out at the castle before her, “thank you, for the offer,” she spoke more quietly this time.

Cullen felt better knowing he wasn’t the only one nervous about their encounter. “I would be more then happy to give you a tour.” He looked up at the ever fading sky. “I’ll make you a deal. I have much I need to get done today that I unfortunately cannot move, but tomorrow morning, I have a few hours to myself. Why don’t I meet up with you in the Great Hall in the morn and we’ll go from there. How does that sound?” The commander asked the elven girl. 

He did notice a little bit of an electric shock on his fingers just before she slipped her hand away from his. He found it peculiar, yet didn’t say anything about it. She might be a mage. A nagging voice spoke in his mind. That immediately almost made him frown, but he caught himself before doing the act. He would have to investigate this later, but for now he would take things slow and see how they end up.

One of his guards came up to him with a message concerning the new recruits down at the training grounds. “I’m sorry, my lady, but I must attend to this. I hope to see you tomorrow,” he offered her a warm smile before he turned away to continue with his tasks, Daeris however still stayed on his mind for the rest of the day.

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Bull nodded wordlessly, sitting in silence for a few moments. He was interested to see her abilities, and so he hoped she would show up the next morning. “I guess I’ll take my leave then.” Bull said, stepping away from the railing on the balcony. “Enjoy exploring skyhold, its a massive place.” Bull chuckled, walking back into the room. “I’ll see you around.”

The next morning, Bull and his Chargers were up early, all sparring with each other. Krem and another fighter were teamed up against Bull, who seemed too at ease whooping them in combat. Dalish was on the sidelines, cheering for the underdog and leaning on her staff, taking a break from ‘archery’. Bull was focused on fighting, but also wondering if Dasira would ever show up. 

Daeris was ecstatic. “Tomorrow morning it is, then!” She beamed. “I wouldn’t want to take you from your work, so I will bid you goodbye, Commander.”  Daeris bowed slightly, before watching him walk away. She bit her lip slightly, distracted by the swaying of his hips. She heard a light chuckle behind her, as Thannor came and swung an arm around her shoulders. 

“Never took you for the blonde type.” He joked, following her line of sight to the Commander. “Though, I admit, he’s a pretty one.” Daeris nodded, leaning against her friend.

“Oh yeah. I’m fucked.”

The next morning, Daeris was up with the sun, dressing and eating as fast as she could before rushing to the main hall to wait for Cullen. She’d left her staff in her room again, instead opting only for the small daggers she kept on her person. If he asked, she’d pretend she was a rogue. Shaking her head, she sighed. If he asked, it’d be best to reveal her true nature. Tucking herself by a wall, Daeris waited.

[drakonesss]

The witch didn’t say anything as she heard the Iron Bull leave the room. As soon as the door shut, she let out a large sigh of relief. If she was honest with herself, that encounter went fairly well. She was expecting something a lot more violent from him. A cold breeze rushed past her face, urging her to go back inside of her room. She made her way over to the bed, stripping down, tonight was going to be a night of little sleep.

The next morning, after Dasira had gotten dressed, she made her way down to the training grounds. She wasn’t going to be called weak for not showing up. Men and women alike spared in pairs, grunting at one another as they blocked blows and made their own hits. Her blue eyes traveled over to a large dirt circle where the Chargers were sparing one another. She stayed off to the side, out of the way, as she silently watched Bull spar, mesmerized by his fluid movements.  She leaned against her staff, fingers gripping the silver so hard that it almost hurt.

Cullen had gotten very good sleep that night, which surprised him. Normally his dreams were filled with nightmares, flashbacks of all the things he had seen in his life as a Templar. Strangely, his dreams consisted of the red haired elven girl, Dearis. He shook the thought of her away as best as he could as he made his way down to the Great Hall to meet up with her. A tour is what he promised her and that is what he would give her.

He found the Dalish elf leaning against the wall and walked over to her. “My lady, I hope you slept well,” He started off, nodding in respect to her. “If you’ll follow me, we can then begin our tour.” He held out his arm for her to take in order to escort her around Skyhold.

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“Alright, alright, boss!” Krem laughed after landing on his ass for the nth time. “I think I’m done for this round.” Krem looked over at Dasira and winked. “Besides, you’ve got a visitor.” Iron Bull was breathing heavy as he looked over to see Dasira leaning on her staff. Dalish whistled and ran over to Krem, giving him a hand up.

“You came.” Bull said, wiping some sweat off his forehead. His deep voice was underlied by a layer of expectation, or excitement. “What’d'you think of my Chargers? Fine set of fighters, if I do say so myself.” He looked over at Dalish, who gave him a smile before sticking her tongue out at him, then going back to her and Krem’s conversation.

Caught off guard by the ex-templar, Daeris gave a little squeak, her hand flying to her heart. “O-oh! Commander!” Daeris blushed, laughing at her own start. “Apologies, I wasn’t paying attention.” Looking up at Cullen, she smiled. “I did sleep well, thank you.”

Looking at his arm, Daeris mentally gulped. Tentatively, she took his arm, her stomach a flutter of nerves. “Skyhold is a large fortress,” Daeris noted. “Are you sure we will cover it all in only an hour or two?” Daeris asked this out of real concern, not wanting to take him from his work.

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“I did,” Dasira mused, looking at Bull before her gaze flirted towards the rest of the the Chargers. They seemed very skilled in what they did. “Quite impressive to be able to pull together a team from so many different backgrounds.” She motioned to the varying members of his team. She turned her intense gaze back to the Qunari man as she cocked her head to the side.

“You wanted to see my skills?” the witch prompted, keeping the nervousness she felt out of her voice and posture. She remained as relaxed as she could as she pulled away from leaning against her staff. She walked out into the dirt circle and turned to face him, “Who am I to fight against?”

“I can show you the most important places you should know and then leave you on your own devices to explore.” He reassured her as they began to have their tour. Cullen showed her the many halls and rooms inside the fortress and outside the fortress. He made light conversation with her as they toured around, getting to know her more.

“I am needed down at the training yard, do you wish to accompany me?” Cullen asked, genuinely enjoying Daeris’ company. He felt selfish asking her to stay with him, but he did not want to leave her just yet. 

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Bull smiled at Dasira upon her compliment. He was rather proud of his team, and they were like family to him.

As she entered the training circle, Bull saw Dalish perk up at the sight of the mage woman. "I'd thought about fighting you myself, but Dalish hasn't had a good spar in a while. Would you mind matching against her?" Bull asked Dasira.

Daeris was awed by skyhold, and by the many different parts of the ancient fortress. More than anything, though,Daeris was in awe of Cullen. He was in charge of so much, and he seemed to handle it all so well.

Daeris was disappointed when the tour, and her time with Cullen was coming to an end, but she perked up at his offer. "Sure!" Daeris agreed quickly. "I haven't sparred in a while."

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“Don’t think I’m surprised to hear your lack of trust in me. I wouldn’t put it past you, honestly. I’ve always been the odd one out so no need to worry about how I feel about your trust in me.” Now that last part she said was not true at all. She would never admit it, but she did worry about what others thought about her. Maybe a small part of her wanted to be trusted, yet she knew that was not reality when it came to most people, especially Bull. She had killed his comrades, injured more; she had no doubt the Qunari man didn’t hold a lick of trust or respect for her at all. 

She moved her gaze to stare at Bull intensely, mulling over his offer. It had been a long time since she trained. She knew she needed it, but she was also scared to get her ass handed to her on a silver plate by the Iron Bull. Training was much different then killing, she would have to dial back on a lot of her powers and feared that she would not have the proper control to ensure no one got hurt too badly. “I guess you’ll know my answer tomorrow morning tomorrow.” She paused, looking back out at the castle before her, “thank you, for the offer,” she spoke more quietly this time.

Cullen felt better knowing he wasn’t the only one nervous about their encounter. “I would be more then happy to give you a tour.” He looked up at the ever fading sky. “I’ll make you a deal. I have much I need to get done today that I unfortunately cannot move, but tomorrow morning, I have a few hours to myself. Why don’t I meet up with you in the Great Hall in the morn and we’ll go from there. How does that sound?” The commander asked the elven girl. 

He did notice a little bit of an electric shock on his fingers just before she slipped her hand away from his. He found it peculiar, yet didn’t say anything about it. She might be a mage. A nagging voice spoke in his mind. That immediately almost made him frown, but he caught himself before doing the act. He would have to investigate this later, but for now he would take things slow and see how they end up.

One of his guards came up to him with a message concerning the new recruits down at the training grounds. “I’m sorry, my lady, but I must attend to this. I hope to see you tomorrow,” he offered her a warm smile before he turned away to continue with his tasks, Daeris however still stayed on his mind for the rest of the day.

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Bull nodded wordlessly, sitting in silence for a few moments. He was interested to see her abilities, and so he hoped she would show up the next morning. “I guess I’ll take my leave then.” Bull said, stepping away from the railing on the balcony. “Enjoy exploring skyhold, its a massive place.” Bull chuckled, walking back into the room. “I’ll see you around.”

The next morning, Bull and his Chargers were up early, all sparring with each other. Krem and another fighter were teamed up against Bull, who seemed too at ease whooping them in combat. Dalish was on the sidelines, cheering for the underdog and leaning on her staff, taking a break from ‘archery’. Bull was focused on fighting, but also wondering if Dasira would ever show up. 

Daeris was ecstatic. “Tomorrow morning it is, then!” She beamed. “I wouldn’t want to take you from your work, so I will bid you goodbye, Commander.”  Daeris bowed slightly, before watching him walk away. She bit her lip slightly, distracted by the swaying of his hips. She heard a light chuckle behind her, as Thannor came and swung an arm around her shoulders. 

“Never took you for the blonde type.” He joked, following her line of sight to the Commander. “Though, I admit, he’s a pretty one.” Daeris nodded, leaning against her friend.

“Oh yeah. I’m fucked.”

The next morning, Daeris was up with the sun, dressing and eating as fast as she could before rushing to the main hall to wait for Cullen. She’d left her staff in her room again, instead opting only for the small daggers she kept on her person. If he asked, she’d pretend she was a rogue. Shaking her head, she sighed. If he asked, it’d be best to reveal her true nature. Tucking herself by a wall, Daeris waited.

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The witch didn’t say anything as she heard the Iron Bull leave the room. As soon as the door shut, she let out a large sigh of relief. If she was honest with herself, that encounter went fairly well. She was expecting something a lot more violent from him. A cold breeze rushed past her face, urging her to go back inside of her room. She made her way over to the bed, stripping down, tonight was going to be a night of little sleep.

The next morning, after Dasira had gotten dressed, she made her way down to the training grounds. She wasn’t going to be called weak for not showing up. Men and women alike spared in pairs, grunting at one another as they blocked blows and made their own hits. Her blue eyes traveled over to a large dirt circle where the Chargers were sparing one another. She stayed off to the side, out of the way, as she silently watched Bull spar, mesmerized by his fluid movements.  She leaned against her staff, fingers gripping the silver so hard that it almost hurt.

Cullen had gotten very good sleep that night, which surprised him. Normally his dreams were filled with nightmares, flashbacks of all the things he had seen in his life as a Templar. Strangely, his dreams consisted of the red haired elven girl, Dearis. He shook the thought of her away as best as he could as he made his way down to the Great Hall to meet up with her. A tour is what he promised her and that is what he would give her.

He found the Dalish elf leaning against the wall and walked over to her. “My lady, I hope you slept well,” He started off, nodding in respect to her. “If you’ll follow me, we can then begin our tour.” He held out his arm for her to take in order to escort her around Skyhold.

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"Alright, alright, boss!" Krem laughed after landing on his ass for the nth time. "I think I'm done for this round." Krem looked over at Dasira and winked. "Besides, you've got a visitor." Iron Bull was breathing heavy as he looked over to see Dasira leaning on her staff. Dalish whistled and ran over to Krem, giving him a hand up.

"You came." Bull said, wiping some sweat off his forehead. His deep voice was underlied by a layer of expectation, or excitement. "What'd'you think of my Chargers? Fine set of fighters, if I do say so myself." He looked over at Dalish, who gave him a smile before sticking her tongue out at him, then going back to her and Krem's conversation.

Caught off guard by the ex-templar, Daeris gave a little squeak, her hand flying to her heart. "O-oh! Commander!" Daeris blushed, laughing at her own start. "Apologies, I wasn't paying attention." Looking up at Cullen, she smiled. "I did sleep well, thank you."

Looking at his arm, Daeris mentally gulped. Tentatively, she took his arm, her stomach a flutter of nerves. "Skyhold is a large fortress," Daeris noted. "Are you sure we will cover it all in only an hour or two?" Daeris asked this out of real concern, not wanting to take him from his work.

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“Don’t think I’m surprised to hear your lack of trust in me. I wouldn’t put it past you, honestly. I’ve always been the odd one out so no need to worry about how I feel about your trust in me.” Now that last part she said was not true at all. She would never admit it, but she did worry about what others thought about her. Maybe a small part of her wanted to be trusted, yet she knew that was not reality when it came to most people, especially Bull. She had killed his comrades, injured more; she had no doubt the Qunari man didn’t hold a lick of trust or respect for her at all. 

She moved her gaze to stare at Bull intensely, mulling over his offer. It had been a long time since she trained. She knew she needed it, but she was also scared to get her ass handed to her on a silver plate by the Iron Bull. Training was much different then killing, she would have to dial back on a lot of her powers and feared that she would not have the proper control to ensure no one got hurt too badly. “I guess you’ll know my answer tomorrow morning tomorrow.” She paused, looking back out at the castle before her, “thank you, for the offer,” she spoke more quietly this time.

Cullen felt better knowing he wasn’t the only one nervous about their encounter. “I would be more then happy to give you a tour.” He looked up at the ever fading sky. “I’ll make you a deal. I have much I need to get done today that I unfortunately cannot move, but tomorrow morning, I have a few hours to myself. Why don’t I meet up with you in the Great Hall in the morn and we’ll go from there. How does that sound?” The commander asked the elven girl. 

He did notice a little bit of an electric shock on his fingers just before she slipped her hand away from his. He found it peculiar, yet didn’t say anything about it. She might be a mage. A nagging voice spoke in his mind. That immediately almost made him frown, but he caught himself before doing the act. He would have to investigate this later, but for now he would take things slow and see how they end up.

One of his guards came up to him with a message concerning the new recruits down at the training grounds. “I’m sorry, my lady, but I must attend to this. I hope to see you tomorrow,” he offered her a warm smile before he turned away to continue with his tasks, Daeris however still stayed on his mind for the rest of the day.

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Bull nodded wordlessly, sitting in silence for a few moments. He was interested to see her abilities, and so he hoped she would show up the next morning. “I guess I’ll take my leave then.” Bull said, stepping away from the railing on the balcony. “Enjoy exploring skyhold, its a massive place.” Bull chuckled, walking back into the room. “I’ll see you around.”

The next morning, Bull and his Chargers were up early, all sparring with each other. Krem and another fighter were teamed up against Bull, who seemed too at ease whooping them in combat. Dalish was on the sidelines, cheering for the underdog and leaning on her staff, taking a break from ‘archery’. Bull was focused on fighting, but also wondering if Dasira would ever show up. 

Daeris was ecstatic. “Tomorrow morning it is, then!” She beamed. “I wouldn’t want to take you from your work, so I will bid you goodbye, Commander.”  Daeris bowed slightly, before watching him walk away. She bit her lip slightly, distracted by the swaying of his hips. She heard a light chuckle behind her, as Thannor came and swung an arm around her shoulders. 

“Never took you for the blonde type.” He joked, following her line of sight to the Commander. “Though, I admit, he’s a pretty one.” Daeris nodded, leaning against her friend.

“Oh yeah. I’m fucked.”

The next morning, Daeris was up with the sun, dressing and eating as fast as she could before rushing to the main hall to wait for Cullen. She’d left her staff in her room again, instead opting only for the small daggers she kept on her person. If he asked, she’d pretend she was a rogue. Shaking her head, she sighed. If he asked, it’d be best to reveal her true nature. Tucking herself by a wall, Daeris waited.

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Dasira had opted to stand and not take a seat, she was too anxious to sit still and knew standing would help prevent her from bouncing her leg. She looked at the Inquisitor as she watched the exchange going on between the elven mercenaries and the Herald. She was lost in thought, wondering what would happen if they did not accept her for who she was? Would she be cast out? Killed for her crimes? Perhaps tortured as payment for taking the lives of so many people.

The internal war raged on in her eyes as she stared at nothing in particular, not noticing that the attention had turned onto her. When she heard a cough from one of the people in the room, she snapped out of her daze and looked at everyone with a raised eyebrow. She watched Iron Bull tense up even more then he already was and that only caused her internal dilemma to increase. Could she still be hated and carry the weight of her crimes from all those years ago?

“My name is Dasira, I am the Witch of the Arbor Wilds, companion to King Alistair and Grey Warden Numeryia during the Fifth Blight. At your service,” she spoke, as humbly as she could. Her title as the Witch often brought fear and scorn to her. There was no use hiding who she truly was now. “It is good to meet you Inquisitor, and to see you again, Iron Bull,” She spoke as casually and emotionlessly as possible. She was all but prepared to make sure nothing happened to her nor her new found comrades. Secretly, she was waiting to see how Iron Bull would react. 

It seemed clearer now. He was not in charge at the time when she had taken out that group of mercenaries, but he was apart of the rescue group that had tried to find the original group. She had spared their lives, but had left some fairly nasty wounds for them to remember to never come back into her territory again. It was the only way to keep her from getting killed or kicked out by the Sentinel Elves.

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A smile spread across the Inquisitor’s face as she raised an eyebrow. 

“Why so formal, Lady Dasira?” Trevelyan said, pinching Bull’s leg under the table, warning him to behave. “It’s a great honor to meet you, as well. I’ve heard a few stories about you from Varric. I am glad you came to Skyhold.” 

Daeris grinned at Dasira, glad the Inquisitor was in such good spirits. 

“If I may ask, what brought all of you here?” The inquisitor asked, looking around the room. 

“I know Daeris and Co. wants to join up.” Bull said, shifting in his seat and rubbing his thigh. “Their warrior’s got a cousin working in our requisitions department, got a message to Krem, who got the message to me.” Bull looked at Thannor for a moment, sizing him up. “Aren’t you a little small to be a warrior?” Bull asked, causing Daeris to burst into laughter. 

“Bull!” Trevelyan chided, smothering her own chuckles. Thannor blushed, sending a small glare at Daeris. 

“I’m quite big for an elf, I’ll have you know.” He muttered grumpily. Bull snorted, leaning back in his chair. 

“Yeah, sure. And Red over here’s never fucked Krem.” It was Daeris’ turn to bloom bright pink, gaping at Bull. The Inquisitor couldn’t help but laugh at Daeris’ expression, apologizing as she tried to catch her breath. 

Daeris grumbled, turning to pout at Dasira. “This is the problem with Qunari mercenaries,” She told her, “They’ve got big mouths.” Bull roared in laughter at that one, leaning on the table. 

“Oh, don’t drag the dragoness into this,” Bull said, “She already looks like she’s about to bust a blood vessel.

“Speaking of Lady Dasira,” the Inquisitor said, redirecting the conversation. “Did you come to join us ,as well?” 

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Dasira blinked, an obvious look of surprise on her face as she looked at the Inquisitor as if she had grown two heads. No one, and she meant no one had ever accepted her with a smile after she had stated her title. She almost double backed, but quickly composed herself. She sighed out in relief, feeling better that her not so glorious tales had not been brought up. She laughed along with the group as they made their innocent jabs at one another. It seemed they all got along great and she was happy to know that they were in good spirits and that her past would, hopefully, be left behind her.

“My blood vessels are just fine, thank you very much,” she huffed, instantly loosing her happy mood. She inwardly grimaced, it had been awhile since she had company like this. She’d have to adjust quickly to keep the peace with the group. 

“You’ll call me crazy, but I felt lead here by some divine intuition. I just feel as though I’m needed here and now more then ever. The Arbor Wilds have survived long before me and they will live long after me, so I don’t need to protect them.” The white haired woman offered the best answer she could give them. She herself was still trying to make sense of it all.

“I’m willing to help if you’ll have me.”

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The Inquisitor beamed. “Well then, I’m glad to welcome all of you into the family.” Bull gave her a momentary look, but she waved him off.

“I am sure Thannor’s cousin would be happy to show you to some temporary quarters. They aren’t much, but we are still rebuilding.”

Everyone thanked the Inquisitor, and it wasn’t long before everyone was escorted to temporary quarters.

As Daeris explored around the mages quarters the was placed into, and finished meeting all her new bunkmates, she began to walk around, exploring the castle. As she walked through the soldiers quarters, paused to look into a garden.

“I need this report by sundown, soldier, I don’t care what-” a male voice came from behind her, and Daeris looked over only to see the most beautiful human she’d ever laid eyes on.

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Dasira followed Thannor’s cousin out of the meeting room, avoiding Bull’s hard gaze on her as she skirted out. Having found the decently sized room with an even larger bed and sighed out loud in bliss. She fell onto the bed and groaned with satisfaction, feeling as though she had landed on cloud nine. She hadn’t had an actual bed to sleep on in years. She stood up and went over to the small balcony that had been apart of the room and overlooked the castle. Small fires were lit in the court yards for soldiers to stand around. 

“This feels like heaven, I shouldn’t even really be here,” she muttered to herself as she turned back around. She set her staff down against the adjacent wall only to turn around to meet a hard brick wall. She stumbled back, only to hit the actual brick wall. She looked up to find Bull towering over her and gulped slightly.

Cullen Rutherford was having a very bad morning indeed. First spilling his wash bin all over the floor by accident. Training the new recruits were giving him an immense headache as it was and it didn’t help that he was trying to keep the whole military order together for the Inquisitor. Ever since he offered his help, it turned into a massive headache, trying to keep track of casualties, the new recruits, assigning jobs; it was tedious work, but someone had to do it.

And now he stood there, his jaw hung slack as he realized that this elven girl– No, woman he corrected in his mind, stood there with wide green eyes. She had to be the most gorgeous creature he had ever seen. “I- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at you. I thought you were the soldier I was looking for,” he stumbled out the apology, mentally hitting himself for his stupidity.

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“Witch of the Arbor wilds, huh?” Bull said, looking down at Dasira. “I don’t trust you for a minute.” He got closer to her, putting a hand against the wall. “What are you doing here, really?” Being Ben-Hassrath, he could read people very well. But this woman, this… Witch… He couldn’t read her.

“You’ve killed without caring who it was you slaughtered. Why do you care now?” Bull wasnt as mad as he seemed. Instead, he was probing her, pushing around to see if she had good intentions. She was beautiful, Bull couldn’t deny that, he had thought so since he first met her years ago. But for now, he had to make sure and keep the too trusting Inquisitor safe.

Daeris was rendered speechless, stunned by this blonde man, and the way his hair shone in the sun. His armor was beautiful. Dinged, dent, and in need of polishing in a few places, it looked like the armor of gods on this man, emphasising each and every one of his good points.

Her cheeks bloomed pink, and she stammered before gathering words. “A-ah, n-no, it’s quite alright.” Daeris blinked, before realizing she hadn’t introduced himself. “Oh, um, I’m Lavellan. Uh, Daeris. Daeris Lavellan!” Her cheeks bloomed again as she tucked a stray curl behind her ear. “I just joined up. It’s nice to meet you Ser…?”

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Dasira shrunk back as far as she could to try and not be intimidated by his obvious aura of power and dominance. “I didn’t ask for you to trust me or not, that is up to you to decide,” she retorted, composing herself as she dared looked up into his eyes, or rather eye. A small voice in the back of her mind wondered how he lost it.

“You think I didn’t care as I killed them? You think I don’t feel remorse? I carry the weight of every soul I have taken. They haunt me every night, every step I take, I’m lucky I haven’t died from sleep deprivation” She hissed, her eyes narrowed in furry at the Qunari as he accused her. She didn’t know why she exposed her deep secret to him, yet Bull had seen her killing first hand, so perhaps there was nothing to hide from him. 

“I came here because it was the right thing to do, to perhaps right my wrongs, offer some form of redemption to Falon’Din when I pass from this life. Despite my past actions, I care about the survival of my world.” She fumed as her fists clenched, “And if I didn’t kill those innocents, then the Sentinel Elves would have. Death is all that lies in the Arbor Wilds.” She pushed past him and stalked over to the balcony, trying to get some clean air in her lungs.

“Commander Cullen Rutherford, pleased to make your acquaintance,” the blonde haired man spoke, offering a smile to the woman as he took her hand gently to kiss her knuckles. She’s cute when she blushes. He caught the fleeting thought as he looked at the elven woman. 

“Daeris is a lovely name,” he commented, liking how it rolled off of his tongue, “Is there anything I could do for you today? You look like you just joined the ranks of the many backing up the Inquisitor.” Cullen offered. He knew he had many other things to attend too, but if he could help out Daeris, then he would do so. He felt compelled to get to know her, help her get settled in. He didn’t know where this feeling came from, other then he had never felt this before. 

“I could give you a tour of the castle, show you the training grounds and so on if you’d like.” Cullen noted that to keep an eye on her to make sure she fair okay at Skyhold.

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Even though he had his own doubts and feelings about her truthfulness, Bull couldn’t deny that she showed absolutely no indication of lying. Relaxing slightly, Bull followed the petite elven woman to the balcony, ducking to avoid hitting his head on something. 

As he stood in the cool air with her, he had to admit that he did believe her, even if past encounters made it hard. He cleared his throat before speaking. “As much as I don’t want to, I believe that you’re not lying about your intentions.” Bull looked at the small elf, and then out into skyhold. “I dont trust you, but I don’t think you’ll try to fuck this up for any of us.” Bull suddenly turned to look at her dead on.

“Grey wardens and the blight don’t mean shit to me. You can pull some respect from the others with that, but I’m gonna need concrete proof that you’re good. So don’t think I’ve accepted you just yet.” Bull stared at the woman for a bit, then over at the training grounds. “My group and I are going to train tomorrow, if you’d like to join. I’d be interested in seeing what a hedge mage is capable of.” He paused. “I’d fight Solas too, if he would stop getting fade-boners all the time.”

Daeris, despite herself, released a little squeak when he kissed her hand. It took all she had not to hyperventilate right there. Part of her mind was chastising the normally dominant elf for falling apart in front of this random human man, while the other part was memorizing every detail in his face.

“Yes, I did! Join up today, I mean. And yes, I’d very much like you to show me around. A-a tour.” Daeris cleared her throat a little, trying to compose herself. “Its nice to meet you, Commander.” Daeris bowed her head slightly in respect, before bringing it back up. She brought her hands to clasp behind her back, her nerves making little bits of electric current run through them. She silently prayed that he wouldn’t notice, and she thanked the sky that she’d left her staff back in her room.

As beautiful as this man was, it was very easy to see what he was, or had been. A templar. Daeris could still ‘smell’ some lyrium on him. She had heard of Commander Rutherford before, but in the stories she’d heard of his time in kirkwall, he hadn’t been to fond of mages at all. Daeris knew that must have changed by now, given his current position and affiliation and title, but she still got nervous about these sorts of things. Even so, gods, he was pretty.

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Dasira had opted to stand and not take a seat, she was too anxious to sit still and knew standing would help prevent her from bouncing her leg. She looked at the Inquisitor as she watched the exchange going on between the elven mercenaries and the Herald. She was lost in thought, wondering what would happen if they did not accept her for who she was? Would she be cast out? Killed for her crimes? Perhaps tortured as payment for taking the lives of so many people.

The internal war raged on in her eyes as she stared at nothing in particular, not noticing that the attention had turned onto her. When she heard a cough from one of the people in the room, she snapped out of her daze and looked at everyone with a raised eyebrow. She watched Iron Bull tense up even more then he already was and that only caused her internal dilemma to increase. Could she still be hated and carry the weight of her crimes from all those years ago?

“My name is Dasira, I am the Witch of the Arbor Wilds, companion to King Alistair and Grey Warden Numeryia during the Fifth Blight. At your service,” she spoke, as humbly as she could. Her title as the Witch often brought fear and scorn to her. There was no use hiding who she truly was now. “It is good to meet you Inquisitor, and to see you again, Iron Bull,” She spoke as casually and emotionlessly as possible. She was all but prepared to make sure nothing happened to her nor her new found comrades. Secretly, she was waiting to see how Iron Bull would react. 

It seemed clearer now. He was not in charge at the time when she had taken out that group of mercenaries, but he was apart of the rescue group that had tried to find the original group. She had spared their lives, but had left some fairly nasty wounds for them to remember to never come back into her territory again. It was the only way to keep her from getting killed or kicked out by the Sentinel Elves.

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A smile spread across the Inquisitor’s face as she raised an eyebrow. 

“Why so formal, Lady Dasira?” Trevelyan said, pinching Bull’s leg under the table, warning him to behave. “It’s a great honor to meet you, as well. I’ve heard a few stories about you from Varric. I am glad you came to Skyhold.” 

Daeris grinned at Dasira, glad the Inquisitor was in such good spirits. 

“If I may ask, what brought all of you here?” The inquisitor asked, looking around the room. 

“I know Daeris and Co. wants to join up.” Bull said, shifting in his seat and rubbing his thigh. “Their warrior’s got a cousin working in our requisitions department, got a message to Krem, who got the message to me.” Bull looked at Thannor for a moment, sizing him up. “Aren’t you a little small to be a warrior?” Bull asked, causing Daeris to burst into laughter. 

“Bull!” Trevelyan chided, smothering her own chuckles. Thannor blushed, sending a small glare at Daeris. 

“I’m quite big for an elf, I’ll have you know.” He muttered grumpily. Bull snorted, leaning back in his chair. 

“Yeah, sure. And Red over here’s never fucked Krem.” It was Daeris’ turn to bloom bright pink, gaping at Bull. The Inquisitor couldn’t help but laugh at Daeris’ expression, apologizing as she tried to catch her breath. 

Daeris grumbled, turning to pout at Dasira. “This is the problem with Qunari mercenaries,” She told her, “They’ve got big mouths.” Bull roared in laughter at that one, leaning on the table. 

“Oh, don’t drag the dragoness into this,” Bull said, “She already looks like she’s about to bust a blood vessel.

“Speaking of Lady Dasira,” the Inquisitor said, redirecting the conversation. “Did you come to join us ,as well?” 

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Dasira blinked, an obvious look of surprise on her face as she looked at the Inquisitor as if she had grown two heads. No one, and she meant no one had ever accepted her with a smile after she had stated her title. She almost double backed, but quickly composed herself. She sighed out in relief, feeling better that her not so glorious tales had not been brought up. She laughed along with the group as they made their innocent jabs at one another. It seemed they all got along great and she was happy to know that they were in good spirits and that her past would, hopefully, be left behind her.

“My blood vessels are just fine, thank you very much,” she huffed, instantly loosing her happy mood. She inwardly grimaced, it had been awhile since she had company like this. She’d have to adjust quickly to keep the peace with the group. 

“You’ll call me crazy, but I felt lead here by some divine intuition. I just feel as though I’m needed here and now more then ever. The Arbor Wilds have survived long before me and they will live long after me, so I don’t need to protect them.” The white haired woman offered the best answer she could give them. She herself was still trying to make sense of it all.

“I’m willing to help if you’ll have me.”

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The Inquisitor beamed. “Well then, I’m glad to welcome all of you into the family.” Bull gave her a momentary look, but she waved him off.

“I am sure Thannor’s cousin would be happy to show you to some temporary quarters. They aren’t much, but we are still rebuilding.”

Everyone thanked the Inquisitor, and it wasn’t long before everyone was escorted to temporary quarters.

As Daeris explored around the mages quarters the was placed into, and finished meeting all her new bunkmates, she began to walk around, exploring the castle. As she walked through the soldiers quarters, paused to look into a garden.

“I need this report by sundown, soldier, I don’t care what-” a male voice came from behind her, and Daeris looked over only to see the most beautiful human she’d ever laid eyes on.

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Dasira followed Thannor’s cousin out of the meeting room, avoiding Bull’s hard gaze on her as she skirted out. Having found the decently sized room with an even larger bed and sighed out loud in bliss. She fell onto the bed and groaned with satisfaction, feeling as though she had landed on cloud nine. She hadn’t had an actual bed to sleep on in years. She stood up and went over to the small balcony that had been apart of the room and overlooked the castle. Small fires were lit in the court yards for soldiers to stand around. 

“This feels like heaven, I shouldn’t even really be here,” she muttered to herself as she turned back around. She set her staff down against the adjacent wall only to turn around to meet a hard brick wall. She stumbled back, only to hit the actual brick wall. She looked up to find Bull towering over her and gulped slightly.

Cullen Rutherford was having a very bad morning indeed. First spilling his wash bin all over the floor by accident. Training the new recruits were giving him an immense headache as it was and it didn’t help that he was trying to keep the whole military order together for the Inquisitor. Ever since he offered his help, it turned into a massive headache, trying to keep track of casualties, the new recruits, assigning jobs; it was tedious work, but someone had to do it.

And now he stood there, his jaw hung slack as he realized that this elven girl– No, woman he corrected in his mind, stood there with wide green eyes. She had to be the most gorgeous creature he had ever seen. “I- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at you. I thought you were the soldier I was looking for,” he stumbled out the apology, mentally hitting himself for his stupidity.

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"Witch of the Arbor wilds, huh?" Bull said, looking down at Dasira. "I don't trust you for a minute." He got closer to her, putting a hand against the wall. "What are you doing here, really?" Being Ben-Hassrath, he could read people very well. But this woman, this... Witch... He couldn't read her.

"You've killed without caring who it was you slaughtered. Why do you care now?" Bull wasnt as mad as he seemed. Instead, he was probing her, pushing around to see if she had good intentions. She was beautiful, Bull couldn't deny that, he had thought so since he first met her years ago. But for now, he had to make sure and keep the too trusting Inquisitor safe.

Daeris was rendered speechless, stunned by this blonde man, and the way his hair shone in the sun. His armor was beautiful. Dinged, dent, and in need of polishing in a few places, it looked like the armor of gods on this man, emphasising each and every one of his good points.

Her cheeks bloomed pink, and she stammered before gathering words. "A-ah, n-no, it's quite alright." Daeris blinked, before realizing she hadn't introduced himself. "Oh, um, I'm Lavellan. Uh, Daeris. Daeris Lavellan!" Her cheeks bloomed again as she tucked a stray curl behind her ear. "I just joined up. It's nice to meet you Ser...?"

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Dasira had opted to stand and not take a seat, she was too anxious to sit still and knew standing would help prevent her from bouncing her leg. She looked at the Inquisitor as she watched the exchange going on between the elven mercenaries and the Herald. She was lost in thought, wondering what would happen if they did not accept her for who she was? Would she be cast out? Killed for her crimes? Perhaps tortured as payment for taking the lives of so many people.

The internal war raged on in her eyes as she stared at nothing in particular, not noticing that the attention had turned onto her. When she heard a cough from one of the people in the room, she snapped out of her daze and looked at everyone with a raised eyebrow. She watched Iron Bull tense up even more then he already was and that only caused her internal dilemma to increase. Could she still be hated and carry the weight of her crimes from all those years ago?

“My name is Dasira, I am the Witch of the Arbor Wilds, companion to King Alistair and Grey Warden Numeryia during the Fifth Blight. At your service,” she spoke, as humbly as she could. Her title as the Witch often brought fear and scorn to her. There was no use hiding who she truly was now. “It is good to meet you Inquisitor, and to see you again, Iron Bull,” She spoke as casually and emotionlessly as possible. She was all but prepared to make sure nothing happened to her nor her new found comrades. Secretly, she was waiting to see how Iron Bull would react. 

It seemed clearer now. He was not in charge at the time when she had taken out that group of mercenaries, but he was apart of the rescue group that had tried to find the original group. She had spared their lives, but had left some fairly nasty wounds for them to remember to never come back into her territory again. It was the only way to keep her from getting killed or kicked out by the Sentinel Elves.

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A smile spread across the Inquisitor’s face as she raised an eyebrow. 

“Why so formal, Lady Dasira?” Trevelyan said, pinching Bull’s leg under the table, warning him to behave. “It’s a great honor to meet you, as well. I’ve heard a few stories about you from Varric. I am glad you came to Skyhold.” 

Daeris grinned at Dasira, glad the Inquisitor was in such good spirits. 

“If I may ask, what brought all of you here?” The inquisitor asked, looking around the room. 

“I know Daeris and Co. wants to join up.” Bull said, shifting in his seat and rubbing his thigh. “Their warrior’s got a cousin working in our requisitions department, got a message to Krem, who got the message to me.” Bull looked at Thannor for a moment, sizing him up. “Aren’t you a little small to be a warrior?” Bull asked, causing Daeris to burst into laughter. 

“Bull!” Trevelyan chided, smothering her own chuckles. Thannor blushed, sending a small glare at Daeris. 

“I’m quite big for an elf, I’ll have you know.” He muttered grumpily. Bull snorted, leaning back in his chair. 

“Yeah, sure. And Red over here’s never fucked Krem.” It was Daeris’ turn to bloom bright pink, gaping at Bull. The Inquisitor couldn’t help but laugh at Daeris’ expression, apologizing as she tried to catch her breath. 

Daeris grumbled, turning to pout at Dasira. “This is the problem with Qunari mercenaries,” She told her, “They’ve got big mouths.” Bull roared in laughter at that one, leaning on the table. 

“Oh, don’t drag the dragoness into this,” Bull said, “She already looks like she’s about to bust a blood vessel.

“Speaking of Lady Dasira,” the Inquisitor said, redirecting the conversation. “Did you come to join us ,as well?” 

[drakonesss]

Dasira blinked, an obvious look of surprise on her face as she looked at the Inquisitor as if she had grown two heads. No one, and she meant no one had ever accepted her with a smile after she had stated her title. She almost double backed, but quickly composed herself. She sighed out in relief, feeling better that her not so glorious tales had not been brought up. She laughed along with the group as they made their innocent jabs at one another. It seemed they all got along great and she was happy to know that they were in good spirits and that her past would, hopefully, be left behind her.

“My blood vessels are just fine, thank you very much,” she huffed, instantly loosing her happy mood. She inwardly grimaced, it had been awhile since she had company like this. She’d have to adjust quickly to keep the peace with the group. 

“You’ll call me crazy, but I felt lead here by some divine intuition. I just feel as though I’m needed here and now more then ever. The Arbor Wilds have survived long before me and they will live long after me, so I don’t need to protect them.” The white haired woman offered the best answer she could give them. She herself was still trying to make sense of it all.

“I’m willing to help if you’ll have me.”

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The Inquisitor beamed. "Well then, I'm glad to welcome all of you into the family." Bull gave her a momentary look, but she waved him off.

"I am sure Thannor's cousin would be happy to show you to some temporary quarters. They aren't much, but we are still rebuilding."

Everyone thanked the Inquisitor, and it wasn't long before everyone was escorted to temporary quarters.

As Daeris explored around the mages quarters the was placed into, and finished meeting all her new bunkmates, she began to walk around, exploring the castle. As she walked through the soldiers quarters, paused to look into a garden.

"I need this report by sundown, soldier, I don't care what-" a male voice came from behind her, and Daeris looked over only to see the most beautiful human she'd ever laid eyes on.

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Dasira had opted to stand and not take a seat, she was too anxious to sit still and knew standing would help prevent her from bouncing her leg. She looked at the Inquisitor as she watched the exchange going on between the elven mercenaries and the Herald. She was lost in thought, wondering what would happen if they did not accept her for who she was? Would she be cast out? Killed for her crimes? Perhaps tortured as payment for taking the lives of so many people.

The internal war raged on in her eyes as she stared at nothing in particular, not noticing that the attention had turned onto her. When she heard a cough from one of the people in the room, she snapped out of her daze and looked at everyone with a raised eyebrow. She watched Iron Bull tense up even more then he already was and that only caused her internal dilemma to increase. Could she still be hated and carry the weight of her crimes from all those years ago?

“My name is Dasira, I am the Witch of the Arbor Wilds, companion to King Alistair and Grey Warden Numeryia during the Fifth Blight. At your service,” she spoke, as humbly as she could. Her title as the Witch often brought fear and scorn to her. There was no use hiding who she truly was now. “It is good to meet you Inquisitor, and to see you again, Iron Bull,” She spoke as casually and emotionlessly as possible. She was all but prepared to make sure nothing happened to her nor her new found comrades. Secretly, she was waiting to see how Iron Bull would react. 

It seemed clearer now. He was not in charge at the time when she had taken out that group of mercenaries, but he was apart of the rescue group that had tried to find the original group. She had spared their lives, but had left some fairly nasty wounds for them to remember to never come back into her territory again. It was the only way to keep her from getting killed or kicked out by the Sentinel Elves.

[daerislavellan]

A smile spread across the Inquisitor’s face as she raised an eyebrow. 

“Why so formal, Lady Dasira?” Trevelyan said, pinching Bull’s leg under the table, warning him to behave. “It’s a great honor to meet you, as well. I’ve heard a few stories about you from Varric. I am glad you came to Skyhold.” 

Daeris grinned at Dasira, glad the Inquisitor was in such good spirits. 

“If I may ask, what brought all of you here?” The inquisitor asked, looking around the room. 

“I know Daeris and Co. wants to join up.” Bull said, shifting in his seat and rubbing his thigh. “Their warrior’s got a cousin working in our requisitions department, got a message to Krem, who got the message to me.” Bull looked at Thannor for a moment, sizing him up. “Aren’t you a little small to be a warrior?” Bull asked, causing Daeris to burst into laughter. 

“Bull!” Trevelyan chided, smothering her own chuckles. Thannor blushed, sending a small glare at Daeris. 

“I’m quite big for an elf, I’ll have you know.” He muttered grumpily. Bull snorted, leaning back in his chair. 

“Yeah, sure. And Red over here’s never fucked Krem.” It was Daeris’ turn to bloom bright pink, gaping at Bull. The Inquisitor couldn’t help but laugh at Daeris’ expression, apologizing as she tried to catch her breath. 

Daeris grumbled, turning to pout at Dasira. “This is the problem with Qunari mercenaries,” She told her, “They’ve got big mouths.” Bull roared in laughter at that one, leaning on the table. 

“Oh, don’t drag the dragoness into this,” Bull said, “She already looks like she’s about to bust a blood vessel.

“Speaking of Lady Dasira,” the Inquisitor said, redirecting the conversation. “Did you come to join us ,as well?” 

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“Damn right I did,” she slammed down her ale with a grin, “I fought along side Alistair and many others. The Deep Roads are child’s play to me, I’m sure you wouldn’t last long if you didn’t have the proper training. The darkspawn weren’t the only filth that slithered down in those tunnels. Great cave spiders and their queen ruled down there in the absence of the drwarven patrols.” She turned towards Lalvon and shook her head, “I have not heard of this Blackwall. Alistair and Numeryia were the only surviving Grey Wardens in Ferelden at the time.”

“Perhaps I will if these Templars don’t get to me first,” she joked, the ale loosening her tongue and her demeanor slightly. “Bah- what the hell, I’ll cross with you through the mountains. You have myself and my magic to help aid you in your quest. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen action.” The white haired woman offered with a smile.

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And so, the next day the group of five embarked out of the village and up into the mountains, making their way towards Skyhold. Apart from Celegil’s hangover, the group was refreshed and in better spirits than they had been the night before. The journey wasn’t long, only half a day’s walk, and the group filled it effortlessly with their banter and story telling.

“So I’m sitting there, one foot in a pie, he’s run out of arrows, and this noble dude’s mabari is just going nuts!” Celegil laughs, recounting a job tale.

“God, Celegil, no matter how many times you tell that story, it just gets funnier!” Lalvon said, clutching onto his sister as he laughed.

“Hey, what kinda stories you got, Dasira?” Celegil asked, looking at the pale elf. “Anything funny?”

The group was halfway into their journey, and the sun’s rays shined down, pleasantly diffused by the trees. The silhouette of skyhold was just visible in the distance, and the groups sprits were high.

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The witch listened to the groups chatter as they continued to walk the path towards Skyhold. A feeling of worry filled her as she thought about the unknown they were about to encounter. She was one that hated surprises, yet she knew she had to tough it out.

“Hm? Funny stories?” She looked at them with a sad smile, “I’m afraid I don’t have much of those. I do have tales, wild tales, but nothing humorous to share.” She thought for a moment, digging though her head to try and find some kind of story to tell that wouldn’t put a damper on the mood of the group.

“I remember when I first learned I had the ability to learn magic. My Mother found me when I was just a babe, a few days old at the time, left in the forest alone. I don’t know why my birth mom left me out there, but Mother took me in. When I was old enough, about sixteen summers old, my abilities developed. I ended up freezing the lake over that was right outside of our house. I’ve never seen that woman so mad before in my life.” A laugh left her lips, “Even the fish were frozen. I remember watching her march out into the middle of the lake  to try and see the extent of the damage done and she slipped and fell on her ass. I’ve never laughed so hard in my life. She taught me how use my magic after that, her herself being a mage. It took us two weeks to unfreeze the lake, but the fish turned out okay.”

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Daeris, who was also a mage, chuckled at her story.

“I feel that sentiment!” She said. “When I was 8, a girl was making fun of me and out of nowhere, she tried to hit me. Long story short, she got a static electricity discharge to rival a lighting storm, and her hair was stuck out for weeks!” Daeris laughed, remembering the stupid look on that girl’s face. “I was the only mage in the clan other than our keeper, at the time, so no one knew exactly what to do with me.” Thannor laughed, remembering their youth.

“Remember when that cave spider tried to make it into the encampment in the middle of a drought, and you got so scared you started a thunderstorm?” He laughed. “We were glad for the rain, but the whole camp smelt like burned spider for months!” Daeris’ laughter intensified, and she leaned on Thannor to keep upright. 

Lalvon scoffed. “You say these stories as if they only happened as a kid.” He teased. “Why, just last month you got pissed at a noblemen and accidentally shocked the hell out of him!” Daeris bent over laughing, remembering the old man’s face. 

“It was a good thing, though. He tasted ozone for weeks, but somehow you fixed his eyesight!” Celegil said, chuckling at her leader’s antics.

“Don’t forget the time she burnt off that Orlesian lady’s eyebrows and it suddenly became ‘high fashion’.” Thannor added, tears leaking from his eyes. Daeris calmed down to just a light chuckle. 

“I’m a lightening mage, if you couldn’t tell.” Daeris said, smiling at Dasira.

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“Aye, I see.” Dasira chuckled along with the group, her frigid exterior all be melted away in their company. “And if you can’t tell, I specialize in ice magic specifically.” She listened to their stories with great enthusiasm. A part of her missed this feeling, the feeling of belonging, of kinship. She knew after a while she’d grow sick of if, but for now she would enjoy it while they still could.

Soon enough they came upon the stone bridge that lead into Skyhold. Dasira couldn’t hold back the gasp of awe as she stared at the large, yet beautiful structure before them. It was not elven structure, true, but it had a rugged beauty of its own. The witch suddenly grew nervous, she worried they would not accept her nor her help in this Inquisition because of who she was. Yet she managed to push down these nervous and urged herself to keep walking with the group. She finally decided in her head that she was just going to have to roll with the punches and if they didn’t accept her, then so be it.

She was, however, glad that she had gained support from the group of elven mercenaries. She knew since they had her back that she would make it out of this mess as fairly unscathed as they could manage. She hopped with this was done, peace would come to the realm at least and the people of Thedas could return back to their petty quarrels without the threat of imminent doom hanging of their heads constantly.

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Daeris, like Dasira, couldnt hold in her awe upon seeing the large fortress. She let out a low whistle. “That is one hell of a castle.” Lalvon said, his sister nodding in agreement.

Daeris was nervous, for once, though she knew she shouldn’t be. This inquisition had a reputation for taking all the help they could get, and Daeris knew that their Antivan ambassador would make sure their good reputation was upheld.

“Time to approach the gates.” Daeris muttered to herself, gathering her resolve to approach the intimidating castle. As the group walked closer, Daeris was surprised to see groups of all races. Elves, dwarves, humans, and even a few qunari. Mages and templars worked together, all under the watchful eye of their superiors. Suddenly, a shrill yell caught her attention.

“Thannor!” A female elf ran at the group, Thannor catching her in a bear hug.

“Cousin! How have you been?” He asked, his smile beaming bright. Honestly, Daeris thought, if he didn’t quit with this charming thing, half the women here were gonna go googly eyed.

“Good! I’ve told some people that you were coming, and I’ve been able to score you an audience with Iron Bull, the leader of one of the other mercenary groups here, and the Herald’s companion!” The elf said, releasing Thannor. He raised an eyebrow.

“Companion companion, or..?”

“No,” she laughed. “Just traveling partner, I swear.” Daeris approached the two.

“Well then, lead the way! It is so nice to finally meet Thannor’s favorite cousin.” Daeris joked warmly, leading the elf girl to release more giggles.

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Dasira had to forcefully close her mouth as she stared at the multitude of races all working together some what peacefully. She hadn’t seen this sort of thing in ten years, ten long years, and even so, it was never this peaceful. The Templars didn’t even show their faces to the final battle during the Blight. That would have almost cost them everything had they never gotten the mages on their side. Yet another reason to add to the list of things she hated about Templars, they never kept their word.

The witch kept quiet during the exchange between the new elven girl, Thannor, and Daeris. She over heard the words Herald and Iron Bull, and gulped. She vaguely remember hearing that name. Had she whipped out one of Iron Bull’s patrols in the Arbor Wilds the one time? She couldn’t remember. She had slain so many that it was hard to keep track of all the souls that now haunted her. She took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders, and kept walking as she held her chin high. She would not let some Qunari knock her off of her pedestal she had erected herself.

They were lead into the castle and through a maze of halls until they made it to a set of doors, “The Herald waits for you in here, Iron Bull is in there as well.” Thannor’s cousin motioned with a smile.

“Let’s get this over with,” Dasira spoke, mustering up her courage as she walked into the room. Her eyes instantly drew themselves towards the large Qunari that stood to the right of the Herald. She noticed first the shock and realization on his face and then the anger start to seep in through his eyes. She then looked at the Herald, nodding her head to them both as the rest of the Elves joined her inside.

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Daeris smiled, instinctively taking the lead. 

“An audience with the Herald as well?” She bowed deeply, before righting herself. “This is an honor. We did not know we’d be meeting you so soon.” The Herald, a female mage, smiled at the motley crew of elves. 

“Call me Inquisitor.” The woman said, extending her hand. “It is an honor to meet you as well, Daeris Lavellan. I’ve heard a lot about you from Bull.”

“And I’ve heard a lot about you from Krem.” Bulls deep voice rumbled with laughter, which Daeris joined, her cheeks dusting pink.  Clearing her throat, she said,

“Well then, I hope its all been good things!” Daeris took a seat at the table, as Bull and the Inquisitor did as well. Her three elves sat next to her, dazzled at the pretty Inquisitor and intimidating Qunari. “This is whats left of my group. Thannor, our warrior, and Lalvon and Celegil, our twin rogues.” Daeris introduced her friends briefly, and they all waved in turn. 

“It’s real nice to meet ya, Miss Inquisitor!” Celegil chirped, “You too, Iron Bull! You’re a bit of a legend to us!” Lalvon, star struck at the sight of Bull, nodded furiously in agreement. 

The Inquisitor laughed behind her hand, a sign of repressed nobility. “It seems you have the beginnings of a fanclub, Bull.” He laughed in reply.

“They’ll have to get in line, Boss.” Daeris broke the banter with her speech. 

“Inquisitor... Trevelyan, is it?” She asked. The Inquisitor looked surprised.

“Yes, you’re correct.” Daeris beamed. “How’d you know?” Daeris shrugged under the Inquisitor’s watchful eye. 

“I’ve met a few of your lineage before, but never got the chance to meet you. I’m sure your being cooped up in a circle didn’t help.” Daeris said.

“Well, its nice to meet you now.” The Inquisitor said, before turning her attention to Dasira. “And, who might you be?” She asked, giving her most polite smile. Daeris noticed how Bull tensed up, and she snickered into her hand. Looks like Dasira really did have a past with mercenaries.

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“Damn right I did,” she slammed down her ale with a grin, “I fought along side Alistair and many others. The Deep Roads are child’s play to me, I’m sure you wouldn’t last long if you didn’t have the proper training. The darkspawn weren’t the only filth that slithered down in those tunnels. Great cave spiders and their queen ruled down there in the absence of the drwarven patrols.” She turned towards Lalvon and shook her head, “I have not heard of this Blackwall. Alistair and Numeryia were the only surviving Grey Wardens in Ferelden at the time.”

“Perhaps I will if these Templars don’t get to me first,” she joked, the ale loosening her tongue and her demeanor slightly. “Bah- what the hell, I’ll cross with you through the mountains. You have myself and my magic to help aid you in your quest. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen action.” The white haired woman offered with a smile.

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And so, the next day the group of five embarked out of the village and up into the mountains, making their way towards Skyhold. Apart from Celegil’s hangover, the group was refreshed and in better spirits than they had been the night before. The journey wasn’t long, only half a day’s walk, and the group filled it effortlessly with their banter and story telling.

“So I’m sitting there, one foot in a pie, he’s run out of arrows, and this noble dude’s mabari is just going nuts!” Celegil laughs, recounting a job tale.

“God, Celegil, no matter how many times you tell that story, it just gets funnier!” Lalvon said, clutching onto his sister as he laughed.

“Hey, what kinda stories you got, Dasira?” Celegil asked, looking at the pale elf. “Anything funny?”

The group was halfway into their journey, and the sun’s rays shined down, pleasantly diffused by the trees. The silhouette of skyhold was just visible in the distance, and the groups sprits were high.

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The witch listened to the groups chatter as they continued to walk the path towards Skyhold. A feeling of worry filled her as she thought about the unknown they were about to encounter. She was one that hated surprises, yet she knew she had to tough it out.

“Hm? Funny stories?” She looked at them with a sad smile, “I’m afraid I don’t have much of those. I do have tales, wild tales, but nothing humorous to share.” She thought for a moment, digging though her head to try and find some kind of story to tell that wouldn’t put a damper on the mood of the group.

“I remember when I first learned I had the ability to learn magic. My Mother found me when I was just a babe, a few days old at the time, left in the forest alone. I don’t know why my birth mom left me out there, but Mother took me in. When I was old enough, about sixteen summers old, my abilities developed. I ended up freezing the lake over that was right outside of our house. I’ve never seen that woman so mad before in my life.” A laugh left her lips, “Even the fish were frozen. I remember watching her march out into the middle of the lake  to try and see the extent of the damage done and she slipped and fell on her ass. I’ve never laughed so hard in my life. She taught me how use my magic after that, her herself being a mage. It took us two weeks to unfreeze the lake, but the fish turned out okay.”

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Daeris, who was also a mage, chuckled at her story.

“I feel that sentiment!” She said. “When I was 8, a girl was making fun of me and out of nowhere, she tried to hit me. Long story short, she got a static electricity discharge to rival a lighting storm, and her hair was stuck out for weeks!” Daeris laughed, remembering the stupid look on that girl’s face. “I was the only mage in the clan other than our keeper, at the time, so no one knew exactly what to do with me.” Thannor laughed, remembering their youth.

“Remember when that cave spider tried to make it into the encampment in the middle of a drought, and you got so scared you started a thunderstorm?” He laughed. “We were glad for the rain, but the whole camp smelt like burned spider for months!” Daeris’ laughter intensified, and she leaned on Thannor to keep upright. 

Lalvon scoffed. “You say these stories as if they only happened as a kid.” He teased. “Why, just last month you got pissed at a noblemen and accidentally shocked the hell out of him!” Daeris bent over laughing, remembering the old man’s face. 

“It was a good thing, though. He tasted ozone for weeks, but somehow you fixed his eyesight!” Celegil said, chuckling at her leader’s antics.

“Don’t forget the time she burnt off that Orlesian lady’s eyebrows and it suddenly became ‘high fashion’.” Thannor added, tears leaking from his eyes. Daeris calmed down to just a light chuckle. 

“I’m a lightening mage, if you couldn’t tell.” Daeris said, smiling at Dasira.

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“Aye, I see.” Dasira chuckled along with the group, her frigid exterior all be melted away in their company. “And if you can’t tell, I specialize in ice magic specifically.” She listened to their stories with great enthusiasm. A part of her missed this feeling, the feeling of belonging, of kinship. She knew after a while she’d grow sick of if, but for now she would enjoy it while they still could.

Soon enough they came upon the stone bridge that lead into Skyhold. Dasira couldn’t hold back the gasp of awe as she stared at the large, yet beautiful structure before them. It was not elven structure, true, but it had a rugged beauty of its own. The witch suddenly grew nervous, she worried they would not accept her nor her help in this Inquisition because of who she was. Yet she managed to push down these nervous and urged herself to keep walking with the group. She finally decided in her head that she was just going to have to roll with the punches and if they didn’t accept her, then so be it.

She was, however, glad that she had gained support from the group of elven mercenaries. She knew since they had her back that she would make it out of this mess as fairly unscathed as they could manage. She hopped with this was done, peace would come to the realm at least and the people of Thedas could return back to their petty quarrels without the threat of imminent doom hanging of their heads constantly.

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Daeris, like Dasira, couldnt hold in her awe upon seeing the large fortress. She let out a low whistle. “That is one hell of a castle.” Lalvon said, his sister nodding in agreement.

Daeris was nervous, for once, though she knew she shouldn’t be. This inquisition had a reputation for taking all the help they could get, and Daeris knew that their Antivan ambassador would make sure their good reputation was upheld.

“Time to approach the gates.” Daeris muttered to herself, gathering her resolve to approach the intimidating castle. As the group walked closer, Daeris was surprised to see groups of all races. Elves, dwarves, humans, and even a few qunari. Mages and templars worked together, all under the watchful eye of their superiors. Suddenly, a shrill yell caught her attention.

“Thannor!” A female elf ran at the group, Thannor catching her in a bear hug.

“Cousin! How have you been?” He asked, his smile beaming bright. Honestly, Daeris thought, if he didn’t quit with this charming thing, half the women here were gonna go googly eyed.

“Good! I’ve told some people that you were coming, and I’ve been able to score you an audience with Iron Bull, the leader of one of the other mercenary groups here, and the Herald’s companion!” The elf said, releasing Thannor. He raised an eyebrow.

“Companion companion, or..?”

“No,” she laughed. “Just traveling partner, I swear.” Daeris approached the two.

“Well then, lead the way! It is so nice to finally meet Thannor’s favorite cousin.” Daeris joked warmly, leading the elf girl to release more giggles.

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“Damn right I did,” she slammed down her ale with a grin, “I fought along side Alistair and many others. The Deep Roads are child’s play to me, I’m sure you wouldn’t last long if you didn’t have the proper training. The darkspawn weren’t the only filth that slithered down in those tunnels. Great cave spiders and their queen ruled down there in the absence of the drwarven patrols.” She turned towards Lalvon and shook her head, “I have not heard of this Blackwall. Alistair and Numeryia were the only surviving Grey Wardens in Ferelden at the time.”

“Perhaps I will if these Templars don’t get to me first,” she joked, the ale loosening her tongue and her demeanor slightly. “Bah- what the hell, I’ll cross with you through the mountains. You have myself and my magic to help aid you in your quest. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen action.” The white haired woman offered with a smile.

[daerislavellan]

And so, the next day the group of five embarked out of the village and up into the mountains, making their way towards Skyhold. Apart from Celegil’s hangover, the group was refreshed and in better spirits than they had been the night before. The journey wasn’t long, only half a day’s walk, and the group filled it effortlessly with their banter and story telling.

“So I’m sitting there, one foot in a pie, he’s run out of arrows, and this noble dude’s mabari is just going nuts!” Celegil laughs, recounting a job tale.

“God, Celegil, no matter how many times you tell that story, it just gets funnier!” Lalvon said, clutching onto his sister as he laughed.

“Hey, what kinda stories you got, Dasira?” Celegil asked, looking at the pale elf. “Anything funny?”

The group was halfway into their journey, and the sun’s rays shined down, pleasantly diffused by the trees. The silhouette of skyhold was just visible in the distance, and the groups sprits were high.

[drakonesss]

The witch listened to the groups chatter as they continued to walk the path towards Skyhold. A feeling of worry filled her as she thought about the unknown they were about to encounter. She was one that hated surprises, yet she knew she had to tough it out.

“Hm? Funny stories?” She looked at them with a sad smile, “I’m afraid I don’t have much of those. I do have tales, wild tales, but nothing humorous to share.” She thought for a moment, digging though her head to try and find some kind of story to tell that wouldn’t put a damper on the mood of the group.

“I remember when I first learned I had the ability to learn magic. My Mother found me when I was just a babe, a few days old at the time, left in the forest alone. I don’t know why my birth mom left me out there, but Mother took me in. When I was old enough, about sixteen summers old, my abilities developed. I ended up freezing the lake over that was right outside of our house. I’ve never seen that woman so mad before in my life.” A laugh left her lips, “Even the fish were frozen. I remember watching her march out into the middle of the lake  to try and see the extent of the damage done and she slipped and fell on her ass. I’ve never laughed so hard in my life. She taught me how use my magic after that, her herself being a mage. It took us two weeks to unfreeze the lake, but the fish turned out okay.”

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Daeris, who was also a mage, chuckled at her story.

“I feel that sentiment!” She said. “When I was 8, a girl was making fun of me and out of nowhere, she tried to hit me. Long story short, she got a static electricity discharge to rival a lighting storm, and her hair was stuck out for weeks!” Daeris laughed, remembering the stupid look on that girl’s face. “I was the only mage in the clan other than our keeper, at the time, so no one knew exactly what to do with me.” Thannor laughed, remembering their youth.

“Remember when that cave spider tried to make it into the encampment in the middle of a drought, and you got so scared you started a thunderstorm?” He laughed. “We were glad for the rain, but the whole camp smelt like burned spider for months!” Daeris’ laughter intensified, and she leaned on Thannor to keep upright. 

Lalvon scoffed. “You say these stories as if they only happened as a kid.” He teased. “Why, just last month you got pissed at a noblemen and accidentally shocked the hell out of him!” Daeris bent over laughing, remembering the old man’s face. 

“It was a good thing, though. He tasted ozone for weeks, but somehow you fixed his eyesight!” Celegil said, chuckling at her leader’s antics.

“Don’t forget the time she burnt off that Orlesian lady’s eyebrows and it suddenly became ‘high fashion’.” Thannor added, tears leaking from his eyes. Daeris calmed down to just a light chuckle. 

“I’m a lightening mage, if you couldn’t tell.” Daeris said, smiling at Dasira.

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“Damn right I did,” she slammed down her ale with a grin, “I fought along side Alistair and many others. The Deep Roads are child’s play to me, I’m sure you wouldn’t last long if you didn’t have the proper training. The darkspawn weren’t the only filth that slithered down in those tunnels. Great cave spiders and their queen ruled down there in the absence of the drwarven patrols.” She turned towards Lalvon and shook her head, “I have not heard of this Blackwall. Alistair and Numeryia were the only surviving Grey Wardens in Ferelden at the time.”

“Perhaps I will if these Templars don’t get to me first,” she joked, the ale loosening her tongue and her demeanor slightly. “Bah- what the hell, I’ll cross with you through the mountains. You have myself and my magic to help aid you in your quest. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen action.” The white haired woman offered with a smile.

[daerislavellan]

And so, the next day the group of five embarked out of the village and up into the mountains, making their way towards Skyhold. Apart from Celegil’s hangover, the group was refreshed and in better spirits than they had been the night before. The journey wasn’t long, only half a day’s walk, and the group filled it effortlessly with their banter and story telling.

“So I’m sitting there, one foot in a pie, he’s run out of arrows, and this noble dude’s mabari is just going nuts!” Celegil laughs, recounting a job tale.

“God, Celegil, no matter how many times you tell that story, it just gets funnier!” Lalvon said, clutching onto his sister as he laughed.

“Hey, what kinda stories you got, Dasira?” Celegil asked, looking at the pale elf. “Anything funny?”

The group was halfway into their journey, and the sun’s rays shined down, pleasantly diffused by the trees. The silhouette of skyhold was just visible in the distance, and the groups sprits were high.

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Dasira had plopped down into a chair at the local tavern, exhausted from her travels all the way to a town just outside of Skyhold Castle. She raised her pale hand in signal for some ale and looked around to take in her surroundings. She ignored the stares she knew she received, knowing that not many had seen an elf as marked up with tattoos and not the typical black tattoos that one might usually see. She kept her staff close at hand, the serpent heads with blue jewels glaring at everyone in the room. 

Why in Elgar’nan’s name she felt lead to be here, she knew not, yet she couldn’t help but feel a great evil in the air. Perhaps it had something having to do with the tear in the sky or perhaps something older and darker. Her gaze stoped over at a table where a red haired elf sat, staring at her intently. Dasira’s eyes narrowed slightly before she turned away. Why this irked her, she couldn’t tell. Right now she just wanted another mug of ale and an actual bed to sleep in tonight. She didn’t want to have to deal with the woes of others at this moment in time.

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Noticing her stares, Thannor came over to Daeris, sitting next to her. “Thats one hell of an elf.” He whistled lowly, taking a drag of his ale. Daeris didn’t break her stare to nod. 

“She’s giving off one hell of a magical aura, too. If we weren’t so close to Skyhold, I’d be surprised she hadn’t been jumped.” Daeris said, tapping the table with her nails. “All the templars in here are getting itchy just being around her.” Thannor looked at the girl, and then back to Daeris.

“What’re you thinking, boss?” Thannor asked, recognizing her expression.

“I…I’m not sure. But I think I might to talk to her, offer her a drink. She’s gotta be a hedge mage, and that means she’s here for the same reason we are. The Inquisition.” Daeris murmured, taking a small drink of her ale. “D’you think if I stare for long enough she’ll approach me, first?” Thannor laughed as Celegil joined them. 

“Hey boss, what’cha looking at?” Celegil followed her line of sight to the pretty pale elf. “Ooh, she looks like your type mama, go get it!” The dark elf dissolved into giggles at her joke, and Daeris could tell she was drunk. 

“As pretty as she is, Celegil, you know I’ve sworn off elves.” Daeris smirked. “Too many boozy encounters in run down taverns to last me a lifetime.”

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Dasira could feel the stares in her back and the whispers about her float around the room. She listened quietly as she sipped her ale and ordered something substantial to eat. She also noted the amount of Templars in the room and huffed out a sigh in annoyance. She had been hoping to avoid the magic haters for quite some time, but every time she graced civilization with her presence they always seemed to find her. Even with that nuisance, the gaze of the elven girl kept drawing back her attention back.

The white haired woman noticed two other people had come and joined the original woman. Judging by their hushed voices and their constant looks, she only assumed they were talking about her. Slamming down her mug, the voices in the tavern hushed a little as she drew more attention to herself.

“You know, if you want to talk about someone, it’s better to say it to their face. Hasn’t your mother ever taught you that,” She quipped, glaring at everyone in the tavern. The tavern goers all averted their gaze, returning to their conversations before she picked up her food and such and made her way over to the group of elves.

“Now what is it do you want?” she asked the three, noticing the one was visibly drunk.

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Daeris hid a smile in her mug, congratulating herself on being right. Thannor rolled his eyes at her expression, picking Celegil up off the floor.

“I was going to offer you a drink, but it seems you’ve already got one.” Daeris said goodnaturedly, making room so the woman could sit. “That, and ask after your reasons for being in town. With such a magical presence, I can only assume you grew up outside of a circle.” Daeris shifted in her seat to face the pale woman, leaning on the table.

Now that the woman was closer, Daeris could see the intricate lines of her tattos (ice runes, her mind supplied), and the apparent lack of clothing showed them off well. 

“I’m Daeris, by the way. Daeris Lavellan. My company and I are making our way to skyhold to join the Inquisition.” Daeris chanced a glance at her companions, only to stifle a giggle at Thannor and Lalvon trying to handle a drunk, mischevious Celegil. It’d been a while since they’d been able to relax like this. Since the attack that decimated their numbers, her friends had been more sad drunks than anything else.

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She notice the elven girl’s sly smirk and chose to ignore it and push the retort she was about to make back down her throat. “I appreciate the offer,” she mused, her voice low as if this was the first real conversation she had had with another talking being. “I was raised outside of the Circle, quiet frankly they’re a bunch of willow branches anyway, bending to the will of the Templars. Now look at where they’re at, they finally want freedom, but still bend to the will of those who they could take out easily,” she spoke boldly, knowing the ears of the near by Templars would pick up her words easily. “The Korcari Wilds is a better home then that tower of imprisonment.” She took a large gulp of her ale, looking at each one of the elves curiously.

“Dasira is what you may call me,” she mused as she dug into her plate. She paused as soon as she heard Daeris mention the Inquisition, “I am here on my own accord,” she skirted around the topic as best as she couldn’t, “the Inquisition would never consider me even if I wanted to join.” She eyed the other drunk elven girl wearily. This group of elves wanted to join the Inquisition? Strange, she thought, perhaps she was meant to meet them, she just hoped they wouldn’t ask many questions about her and her magical ability as well as about where she came from and who she was.

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“I hear ya, sister.” Daeris said, turning her focus back to Dasira. “I’m Dalish, so I’ve never been to a circle. Knew some who had, and they had nothing but bad to say about it.” Daeris noted the shifting of some of the former templars nearby, and she snorted. “Old habits die hard, apparently.” Daeris snickered, seeing one formar templar get hit by his mage date. 

“I dunno,” Daeris started, “Allying with the inquisition was a good move for the mages. Got them out from Ventatori control, which is a good thing for anyone.” Thannor rejoined Daeris at the table, agreeing. 

“I have a few friends up at skyhold, and honestly, they’re astounded at the improving mage/templar relations.” Thannor said, nodding his head at the couple in the corner. “I’m Thannor, by the way. Nice to meet you.” Thannor smiled at Dasira, brushing some of his hair out of his face. 

“I’m excited to leave for skyhold in the morning.” Daeris said, leaning slightly against Thannor. “If what your cousin said holds true, that Trevelyan is pretty welcoming towards elves.” She brushed a curl behind her ear. “I’m optimistic.”

[drakonesss]

“Charmed, Dasira” Dasira spoke to the new comer at the table. She could feel the intensity of the weariness in the room build, and now thought it was wise for her to keep her mouth shut about her opinions on the Templars. Though if they decided to pick a fight, she would have no quarrels with taking them out.

“Forgive me for my outburst, I am not … acquainted with so much company,” she motioned to the hustle and drunken joy that filled the tavern. “But the Inquisition, hm? What makes you want to join that quest?” Even with her sour attitude, she was curious as to why they wanted to join. She knew she didn’t get out much and hoped they would offer some sort of information to help her get by in every day society.

“Careful, young one, optimism is always countered with a feeling of helplessness later on down the road on your journey.” She pointed out, hoping it didn’t come out harsh. She wouldn’t be surprised if the elf took her statement the wrong way.

[daerislavellan]

Daeris sat up and took out her braid, letting her curly hair spring free. “Honestly, we need to bolster our ranks.” Daeris admitted, scratching the base of her skull. “A lot of our men died, and I see the inquisition as a good place to earn coin and possible recruits. A lot of elves have flocked there already, and, besides, it might be fun.” Thannor picked her hair ribbon off the table and began to play with it absentmindedly. 

“Daeris isn’t often optimistic, but I trust her when she is.” Thannor said, smiling at Dasira. “But I do agree that we should be careful. Trevelyan is a circle mage, and they’re generally unpredictable.” 

Daeris pouted at Thannor. “Oh, come on! I’m sure it’ll be fine! They hired on a Qunari led mercenary group, why not ours?” She said, leading him to ruffle her hair.

“One of us has to be practical.” Thannor said, looking over at the twins. Daeris laughed. Turning back to Dasira, she said ,

“Regardless of if they’ll accept us or not, I’m down for anything that puts an end to that bastard archdemon. I’ve had enough of darkspawn to last me centuries. If this Inquisition could close the rift, I have faith that they can save Thedas, and hell, its cheesy, but I wanna be a part of that.” 

[drakonesss]

The witch looked at the group, realizing they were a bunch a mercenaries, which only caused a smirk to form on her face, “So you’re mercenaries, hm? I’ve had my fair share of your kind of people.” She chose to not elaborate, letting them conjure whatever images they wanted to imagine. She finished her mug of ale and took the last bite of food left on her plate.

“It’s good that you trust in one another, all of you,” She motioned to the rest of Daeris’ group. “Having close friends makes one stronger when there is a fight.” 

“I’ve had my fair share of Darkspawn. I fought with the Grey Wardens during the Fifth Blight. I’d love to see Thedas free of their rotten kind.” She signaled for another ale, wanting to clench her thirst. She remembered the bloody fight that ensued during the Fifth Blight, also remembering Morrigan’s sacrifice to help defeat the Archdemon. She was grateful her sister took that fall as well as risk to protect the realm. She hadn’t run into Morrigan in years, she hopped she was fairing well after the Blight.

“Perhaps I am needed here to help, I’ve dealt with their kind and an Archdemon before.” She muttered, mostly to herself.

[daerislavellan]

Thannor and Daeris both gaped, looking at this strange woman in awe. 

“You fought with the Gray Wardens?” Daeris said, visibly excited. “Thats...so cool!” Daeris’ eyes seemed to sparkle with delight. “Did you get to meet King Alistair? Or go to the deep roads?” Hearing this line of conversation, Lalvon crept over to join.

“Woah, you fought with the wardens? There’s a warden in the Inquisition! His name is Blackwall, I think. Did you know him?” Lalvon asked, taking in the newcomer. 

“Well, if you fought in the blight, you’ll definitely be welcomed in Skyhold.” Thannor said, laughing at how starstruck his companions got. “We’re heading that way in the morning. Perhaps, you’d like to join us?” Thannor gave his most charming smile. “I’m sure you’re more than capable of traveling alone, but I think joining a group in these mountains is always a good idea.”