#warriorsofthedales

[loyaltybringsitsownhell]

Kerensa your brother and your lovers will never get along why do you even try anymore?

[monster-in-a-mage]

They are my allies boys. Now. Would you all be so kind, as to WORK FUCKING TOGETHER

[thesecretapostate]

*throws Kerensa and Drion at you*

Okay the mun is adorable and precious and I adore her. So now that the first part is out of the way. I LOVE BOTH OF THE MUSES SO MUCH. Kerensa is a very strong woman who doesn’t take shit from anyone and that makes me really happy. I need more women like this in my life. Drion. Oh that adorable face of his. No but seriously. I just adore him and his snarky attitude and the whole “I hate shem” attitude which I like because it’s just a nice change.

[thesecretapostate]

I've Had Stranger Meetings | warriorsofthedales

Curiosity tended to always get the best of Aoibhin, especially after spending long periods of time alone. The woods had been especially quiet lately, no sign of anyone besides a few animals that had crossed her path in the past few days. She drew in a deep breath as she continued to walk on the path, swaying her hips as she did so. Aoibhin walked with a sort of confidence that came off as arrogant and gave off a better than you attitude, placing her hands at her side allowing them to sway next to her.

In the distance, a fairly new camp came into view. There was smoke coming from the recently burned fire and things still left sprawled across the campsite. A mischevious smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she took long determined strides towards the, what seemed to be, vacant camp. 

"Hello?" She called out hoping to make herself known to whomever was in the area. If this was going to end up in a fight, she was going to make sure that she was prepared for it. There was no reply as Aoibhin went through and looked at all of the personal items that had been left around carelessly. Food, clothing, a few coin pieces; Aoibhin picked them all up and placed them in her bag with a smile on her face.

The tent would be her next target. Her smile grew as she quietly stepped towards it knowing that if she were going to find anything of value, it would be in here. Without looking around or calling out, Aoibhin stepped into the tent.

[spiritscalling]

Stumbling Around | warriorsofthedales

The day had been quite nice, the autumn leaves beginning to turn colors and the animals scurrying around at a frenzied pace to prepare for winter. She was certain the winter was going to be a cold one judging from how quickly the small animals were running around brazeningly. But before long, she heard the sounds of someone nearby.

She jumped as an arrow flew past her head, more of a warning. Was she near the Dalish camp? The answer became apparent as two elves called at her, her backpack slipping off of her back and her hands held before her in a show of submission. It was obvious how worried she was of the situation, however she had hoped that her elven heritage would help provide a bit of leeway in avoiding trouble. “I apologize for straying so close.”

[maynara-aer]

Something To Look Forward To | warriorsofthedales

Maynara had been finding it hard to concentrate on much of anything since she left Drion that day. She tried not to dwell on it; push it to the back of her mind and eventually forget about it but that wasn't the case. Little things would bring him back into her thoughts and sometimes she swore she could hear him laugh. Every time she thought she heard him, her eyes would dart up and begin to scan her surroundings but she was always left feeling disappointed. 

Why did she do this to herself? Was this really worth it? Maynara felt as if she was no longer herself, there was so many things that were different about her and she couldn't explain the sudden personality change. Her Keeper was beginning to notice and silently watched as Nara dealt with her inner struggles. She knew that the others were taking notice because slowly, she found herself sitting alone more often making sure to not make eye contact with anyone just to avoid conversations.

The small bit of hope she held in her chest forced her to travel into the woods every day in hopes of running into him again. She sat near the garden that her clan had decided to camp near because it made her remember the day they had spent together and the happiness they had shared even for just those few brief hours.

Maynara shook her head and let out a huff of laughter. If she ever talked to someone about her feelings, they were likely to think she was insane. How could someone feel this way about a complete stranger? It was a question that Nara couldn't seem to find the answer to but she couldn't deny it. Her feelings for Drion were strong and true and deep inside that frightened her.

She was never one to open up to anyone. Some blamed it on her lack of parents growing up, they weren't there to teach her how to act around others. Her caretaker tried her best but Nara had been left an orphan and that was probably the reason for the hard walls that she built up around herself. No one could hurt her if she didn't let them close.

But she had let Drion in, and quickly. It left her feeling vulnerable but the happiness somehow mad up for the lack of courage she felt when near him. 

Silently Maynara sat in the garden which was full of butterflies and was lit up by the sun's beaming rays through the trees which cast beautiful shadows on the floor.

[thetiniestkotorfan]

So many Drion and Kerensa feels. Fucking awwwwwwwwwww

[maynara-aer]

Nara/Drion (Drabble meme)

The sun was starting to set, it’s rays sent splashes of colors into the evening sky. Maynara sat quietly, leaning against a tree. To a passer-by, it looked as if she was casually looking around the camp but that wasn’t the case. She found herself drawn to Drion. It was something she couldn’t begin to explain, not even to herself and that terrified her. 

Maynara couldn’t help but smile as her gaze moved from him to the ground. Why was she acting like a child? Why did she feel this way? Her heart fluttered inside of her chest and every time she was near him it felt as if there were hundreds of butterflies in her stomach trying to escape. 

Do I like him? The thought itself felt idiotic to her own mind. She shook her head and then looked back up at Drion who happened to be looking directly at her. Nara immediately began to blush, the redness made it’s way up to the tip of her ears as she looked back down at the ground, hoping he hadn’t noticed the flush on her face.

Maynara looked back up and saw that Drion was making his way over to her. Stop being such a child, Nara. She put on a smile and sighed. “Da’mi.” She said with a smile. After the amount of time she had spent calling him that, she was unsure she would ever change his nickname. “Come sit with me.” She scooted over and then patted the grass beside her.

Maynara found herself wanting to hold his hand but resisted the urge. Despite her straight forward personality, it was different with Drion. They had a good friendship, one of the best that Nara had ever been able to have with someone and the last thing she wanted to do was ruin it by thinking that there was something else between them.

Quietly they sat side by side, touching arms as they watched the sun set over the hills and tree tops of the forest.