A Word with Friends 10/27
Thank you @woundedsoul12 for the tag, I appreciate it! Especially because it got my burned out brain to spark. <3
Not going to tag anyone specific since I'm late to this one, but if you see this consider yourself tagged!
A system of weights based on a pound of 16 ounces or 7,000 grains, widely used in English-speaking countries
Weight, heaviness
This one features Xandra Laidir and Davrin, and it ended up much longer than I was expecting, so I'm only posting a snippet here:
They'd been new to the Lords back then, still making a name for herself, still deciding how she wanted to be addressed, or be perceived. The concept of trying different pronouns had been introduced one night by a very attractive Lord from Orlais, who flirted shamelessly with Xandra until the dwarven engineer had politely made it clear they weren't interested in anything other than conversation. It had been for the best that Xandra had gotten a good night's sleep, as Bharv had shown up to drag them off on a caper just as the sun was starting to peek above the shoreline.
"Come on, Xan, I need your brains for this one." He'd declared as he tossed their bag at them while they pulled on their boots.
"Where to?" Xandra had asked, as they finished gearing up, preparing a mental checklist of what else they needed to grab.
"Somewhere near the Anderfels, location is an old thaig or somethin' with lots of traps. It's a team-up deal with some locals that have pull with friends of the Lords. Get a move on, boat leaves in twenty."
The rest of the completed fic,
You call it Fate, I call it Superposition, can be found on Ao3.
(And yes, it loosely ties in with BTSTS canon. ^_~)