heart of the forest

tread lightly; the path ahead is fraught with gnarled roots and tangling vines indie blog for oc/inquisitor from dragon age: inquisition tracking #vhenan dahlen and #fenny flowerchild

[forsakendaggers-blog]

Kellan let out small hisses of pain as Ferenaar put the medicinal paste over his cuts. It did have a bit of a burning sensation to it, and Kellan was almost unsure if it would actually help or not. He trusted Fenny though, so Kellan just let him do the work.

“The shems shouldn’t be coming back,” He said as he took the flask from Fenny’s hand “They aren’t dead, but i did give them a bad beating, that’s for sure,” Kellan smiled as he toasted the flask and took a few big gulps. The stuff tasted awful, but Kellan tried his best to not look too disgusted with it.

“It cant be that bad, if you mad it it’s got to work wonders right? Fenny the magic potion man, master of all things alchemic,” He said as he finished his drink.  A cocky smile crossed his face as he handed Fenny back the flask.

“How long should it take for this stuff to work? I don’t feel any different yet,”

[vhenan-dahlen]

Fenny gave a small sigh at Kellan’s story. Once the elf was sound asleep, Ferenaar felt like he would have to go and tell Erinuil about a few angry shems prowling around. The thought turned his stomach a bit, and immediately he had to shake all the intruding paranoid thoughts from his mind. He had more faith in Kellan’s words than that, but still...

He reached over to take the flask from the wounded elf, but retracted his hand in horror when Kellan went right back to gulping the solution down. “W-Well...” He stammered out, watching Kellan hand him back an empty flask.

“Um, with... How much you just drank, not too long. It... Won’t heal you, it was supposed to just sap at the pain, but...” Gently putting the glass away, he looked around for the right words to say. “You might fall asleep or... Feel strange.”

[dirthenanu]

“Ah, I think so?  My head feels like moss.  And not the good, drunk way.”

[vhenan-dahlen]

“O-Oh dear. Well... I-I probably accidentally gave you something with poppy in it and... A-At least you’ll sleep really well tonight?”

[ranged-viper]

➸  ▐ “Eri and I are the only siblings from our family here, I haven’t talked to many others, so I don’t know if there are more siblings or not,” She thought there were, but it wasn’t up to her to keep track of who was in the clan. “You could ask him.”

[vhenan-dahlen]

“I may, when he doesn't seem so preoccupied. Ah...” Ferenaar tugged at his sleeve. “I’m going to take a wild guess and assume you’re not a mage too, right..?”

[dirthenanu]

“Ferenaar?  Was that potion meant to show me flying pink halla?”

[vhenan-dahlen]

“N-No, no it was not. Do... You still have the bottle by chance?”

[ranged-viper]

➸  ▐ “Erinuil likes to do that,” She maintained her smile, though it faltered slightly when the other bowed. “There’s still so many people here that I don’t know.”

[vhenan-dahlen]

“Truly? Have... Well, I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised.” He tried for a tiny smile. “What with everything going on and all... Um. Does... Do you both have any other siblings in this clan?”

[ranged-viper]

➸  ▐ “I am Erinuil’s sister, Ne Zha. Though most call me Nini,” A soft smile panted her tan features, as if to calm both him and herself. “Are you new or something?”

[vhenan-dahlen]

“O-Oh.” He looked absolutely ashamed of himself, and the elf gave an awkward little bow. “Sorry, and yes. I am. I’m... Ferenaar, and your brother recently took me in. Pleased to meet you, Ne Zha.”

[thefirstpetrovatodiearchive-blog]

                                                            …better off    

                         a l o n e;;

                                                                anyway

[blooms-and-shrooms]

Efterlängtad liten sippa by Tjidididi on Flickr.

[ranged-viper]

vhenan-dahlen

[ranged-viper]

➸  ▐ “Oh dear,” The elf tapped her lip. “Are you lost? Have you stumbled upon the wrong sibling? Or am I perhaps the right one, and I just don’t know it?”

[vhenan-dahlen]

“Ah... Yes and no? Yes to lost, no to...” Ferenaar shook his head lightly and sighed, “I’m still having trouble putting faces to names, and vice versa. You are..?”

[vhenan-dahlen]

//basically if you woo fenny while on a date you can probably count on bedding him in the very near future. 

just because he’s a private ice queen doesn’t mean he isn’t kind of easy

[vhenan-dahlen]

How do you feel about the Templars? Do you fear them?

“I... I understand their purpose, but ever since the Conclave... They’re really showing their true colors. That’s terrifying, and all the more reason to be afraid of them.”

[blooms-and-shrooms]

Poor Man’s Orchid by Chrissie2003 on Flickr.

[sacra-et-profana-deactivated201]

                          Oh how nice it must be…..

                                          To truly have a family.

                             One that you can call your own…one that gives definition and meaning to the word

                                                Home.

[forsakendaggers-blog]

Kellan let out a painful grunt as his friend dragged him by his bruised arm into the tent. The tent wasn’t too far away but it was still a challenge to keep up with Ferenaar.

Upon entering said tent, kellan was shoved, albeit very gently, onto Fenny’s little bed. He grunted in pain once more as he took a seat and responded “Listen I’m alright, just your standard healing mumbojumbo’ll do,”

Kellan rubbed the sore spot on his shoulder-blade as Fenny looked through his many potions. How many had he made since Kellan had visited last? There seemed to at least be a few more… 

A jolt of pain brought Kellan back to the present, he must have been absentmindedly rubbing his shoulder. Not exactly one of his better ideas.

“Yeah, some Shems entered the forest near camp and i had to take ‘em out. Luckily none a them had any weapons but fists,” and boy did they know how to use them. To be fair though, three on one wasn’t a fair fight to begin with. 

“Just Lemme chug a healing potion. I’m fine Fenny really,” He tried to give Fenny a really sincere look, though it was hard to tell due to his black eye.

[vhenan-dahlen]

All Ferenaar could do was sigh at his friend and pluck a few vials out of his bag. He placed them carefully on the ground, and dug up a jar from the bottom of his bag before putting it away.

“Kellan...” The elf started firmly, carefully opening the jar. He tried searching for the right words to express the mix of feelings he had, but after a few moments he just sighed. Taking a finger-full of paste from the jar he had opened, Fenny put it on what scrapes and small cuts he could readily see on Kellan. A small part of him really hoped they burned a bit.

“Well...” Ferenaar started at last, putting the jar away and getting a flask, “What of the shemlan? Are they... Dead, or...” He bit his lip again and offered the flask to Kellan. “A-And only drink a gulp or two of that, it’s to ease the pains. Anymore and... It’s bad.”

[jonnycrane-archive]

                you are ғʀɪɢʜᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ of ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ.                       you call it { “ᴄᴀᴜᴛɪᴏɴ” }.                             you call it { “ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴏɴ sᴇɴsᴇ” }.                                 you call it { “ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴀʟɪᴛʏ” }.                                     you call it { “ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴅᴅs” }.                                      

                                    but that’s only because you’re ᴀғʀᴀɪᴅ                                 to call it by its real name,                             and its real name is                         ＦＥＡＲ

[blooms-and-shrooms]

Digitalis purpurea Linn(毛地黃) by Liping Photo on Flickr.

[vhenan-dahlen]

“You know, maybe I could sell what I make for extra gold. I don’t know who would buy it, but... Maybe it’s worth a try.”