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In good times and in bad	By : kruemel Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 14749 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The weather doesn't change the next day, so when I find a set of toy soldiers with little horses and a wooden fortress, I use them to teach Rori some tactics.
"Awww, has the little boy found some toys!" Morrigan sneers when I put the soldiers onto the biggest table in the main room of the inn.
"Yes, and the evil witch will come play with him," I retort. When Zevran begins to snicker and by the look on Morrigan's face I figure I might have said something awkward. "Err... anyway tactic lessons!"
Most of the day Rori and I spend pushing soldiers around on the table. I give her different problems to solve and explain to her different battle moves. Sten sits besides us, watching the game. He grunts from time to time - which I guess is a sign of approval.
For supper we clear the table and afterwards Rori, her dog and I look after the horses in the stable. The snow has turned the landscape into a winter wonderland. The blizzard has slowed down to a soft snowfall and the sun peeps through the clouds. The air is fresh and clear. It's hard to believe there's a Blight taking place when you see all that peaceful beauty. At least as long as you don't know it's summer actually.
I just stand there and breathe and allow myself a moment of rest... until suddenly something cold hits the back of my neck. Some of it slides down my collar and makes me shudder.
"Hey!" I spin round to see Rori has already piled up a supply of snowball munition. "Sneaky little brat!" She giggles and throws the next snowball at me, hitting my shoulder. "Oh you so will regret this!" As she has already made so many snowballs and I have none, I charge. Rori squeals and runs. I chase her around the huge oak tree in the courtyard - Barkley always at my heels - , trying to catch her - until she escapes into the tree, climbing it as easily as a squirrel.
"Catch me if you can!" Rori challenges me. When I start to climb the tree, she rustles the branches and I get showered with snow. Oh I so will get back on her for that. I'm halfway up when she jumps off the tree. So I let myself drop down and am there to block her path when she darts away.
"Gotcha!"
She shrieks when I wrap my arm around her waist from behind and swirl her around, pushing her down to lie in the snow. She tries to kick me off but I'm too heavy - and at least smart enough to catch her wrists in my hand and push her arms over her head. Now she's pinned helplessly beneath me. She squirms and bucks but there's no way out for her. Not unless she intends to hurt me and I hope she doesn't. Then I thoroughly rub her face with snow until its all red. She truly deserves that.
"Stop! Stop!" Rori cries. She has such a gigglefit she can hardly breathe.
"You are adorable," I mumble, leaning in to kiss her once she can breathe normally again. She returns the kiss with her own hungry passion, stirring mine with hers.
As much as I hate to but that's when it's time to break the kiss and help her back to her feet. I so hope she doesn't notice the bulge in my pants. I need this to proceed slowly. It's nothing I have ever done before and I feel overwhelmed by the turmoil of emotions she causes inside of me. She seems much more at ease than I am with the situation. After I have made the first move, Rori is setting a pace, I'm not sure I can follow.
I have just brought her back to her feet when the door opens for Zevran and Leliana. The elf is wrapped in a coat too big for him and has put a wollen cap on that makes him look like a gnome. Obviously he and Leliana have rummaged through the wardrobes and drawers in the inn.
"Having all the fun without us, have you?" Zevran asks.
As if I let him take part in Rori's and my fun!
"I've never had the chance for a snowball fight. It doesn't snow in Antiva. But it looked like a lot of fun. Rori, you and Alistair against Leliana and me?"
Ohhh! Snowballs! And I thought he was talking about... well, never mind.
"I'm in," Rori accepts the challenge. We agree on a time for preparation before the battle starts and Rori and I quickly build our snowfortress and make as many snowballs as possible.
Morrigan comes to watch us. Even she wears a coat. It's a change I can only appreciate.
"Hey, Morrigan, come join us," Rori invites her. I am tempted to rub her face with snow again.
"I do not take part in your childish..." SMACK! Zevran's snowball hits the side of her head. "OW! YOU! ELF! Prepare to die!" She snatches a snowball from my hand. "Any rules I should know of?" she snarls.
"Uhm... no dead, no seriously hurt?" Rori offers.
"Hmph. What a waste of time!"
"That's unfair!" Leliana cries. "You are three against two!"
"Not when you count me in," Wynne declares.
"Whoa, Wynne, aren't you a bit old for...?" I start. Then her snowball hits me straight in the face. I gurgle and spit snow.
"Now, that made my day," Morrigan remarks.
We fight until dusk and when we get back into the house, we're all utterly spent, hungry and freezing. Sten is waiting for us with dinner. He glares at us as if he was wondering how he could end up with such a bunch of nutcases.
"Missing your cage in Lothering?" I ask.
"In moments like this I do."
After dinner I am so tired the only thing I want to do is crawl into my bed and sleep. I want to kiss Rori goognight but she has something on her mind. "Can I talk to you?"
"More juicy details you want to know about?" I ask with a smile, wrapping my arms around her waist to pull her closer.
"No... well, I certainly would like to know. But this is about Flemeth."
I let go of Rori. So this is not a cuddling moment. "What about her?"
"I have to kill her."
"What? Why?" Not that I object. She is the Witch of the Wilds and although she appears to be an old woman, she is still dangerous.
"I promised Morrigan to do it," Rori groans. She doesn't look happy about that at all.
"Now, this is a longer story, isn't it?" That much for going to bed early.
"I'll make it short. Morrigan found a book in the Tower of Magi. She thought it to be Flemeth's lost grimoire but it turned out to be a detailed description of how Flemeth survived all these centuries. The book describes how when she feels her body growing old, she raises a daughter. And when time has come she possesses that daughter and lives on in her body."
"I'm in." I don't even have to think about that.
"You will help me kill her?" Rori seems surprised I am so easily convinced.
"Of course! An evil witch possessing bodies! You didn't forget I almost became a templar, did you?"
"Well, but this is for Morrigan," Rori points out.
"It doesn't matter to me who Flemeth wants to possess. This is so wrong, I cannot let it happen. If she cannot get Morrigan, she'll get someone else. And I doubt Morrigan's character will improve if replaced by Flemeth's."
"I feel sorry for Morrigan. She's so upset."
"If this is true, she has every reason to be upset." But feeling sorry for her? I just can't bring myself to go that far. "She still is an evil bitch. And mean."
Rori doesn't try to convince me of anything else. She knows too well Morrigan and I will never become friends. "She grew up all alone with only Flemeth in the Wilds. Her mother used her as a bait to lure templars into the Wilds when Morrigan was a little girl. She told me. I feel like she never stood much of a chance to not turn out as she did. She never had any other children to play with, no friends, only a mother who raised her for one reason alone."
"Why would Flemeth send her away then?" It doesn't make sense, does it?
"I asked the same question. Morrigan says she doesn't know. She guesses that if she becomes more powerful, possessing her body could become easier for Flemeth."
"Do you believe that's the real reason?"
"No."
"Then what do you believe?"
"Flemeth didn't rescue us simply because of the Blight. She couldn't care less. She could go anywhere else. She had yet another reason for this and whatever reason this was, Morrigan is part of her plan. I'm unsure, though, if Morrigan knows."
"Then why keep her around?"
"I haven't yet given up that I can find out what this is all about. And killing Flemeth could end the plans she has with us or the Blight or whatever it is she is after."
"Quite an optimist, aren't you?"
"Look at what we are trying to do! If I wasn't optimistic the mere thought of what lies ahead of us would make me give up at once. And tomorrow, we optimisticly will kill Flemeth." She kisses me softly. "Good night, Alistair."
The next morning I'm in my bedroom at the inn, packing my things for Mission Flemeth when I overhear a conversation between Rori and Zevran right in front of my slightly open door. I can see them through the crack. Zevran doesn't look pleased when he confronts Rori.
"So, you are going to leave me back here, again. Have you only saved me to condemn me to neverending boredom?" the elf complains. He doesn't sound happy at all. The last thing I want to have around is an unhappy and bored assassin. He could get strange ideas as how to make his life more exciting. "You don't trust me. Or why wouldn't you chose me for this mission?"
"But, Zevran, it's cold outside!" Rori cries as if that was an explanation at all.
"So?" Zevran crosses his arms in front of his chest.
"We wouldn't want your cute pointy ears to freeze off, would we?" she coos.
She thinks his ears are cute?
"You think my ears are cute?"
"That's what I said, didn't I?"
I can't believe she said that!
"You do know that ears are an erogenous zone, don't you?" Zevran purrs, taking one step forward to close the space between himself and Rori. She evasively retreats to keep her distance, now standing with her back against the wall. Zevran, like all elves, isn't very tall but still at least a bit taller than Rori. Resting one hand at the wall, he leans closer and smiles seductively at her.
If I didn't know she can perfectly well handle herself, I'd be out there by now to turn Zevran into a bloody pulp not even his mother would recognize. But she can totally do that herself. Probably even better than I can.
Unless of course that's what she wants... She's quite flirtatious with Zevran The mere thought... hurts.
"They are what?" Rori asks, confused.
"Oh, how sweet, you're as woo-less as our mutual friend Alistair, aren't you?" the elf chuckles and straightens himself, giving Rori some more room.
I should have never asked Zevran for advice about wooing a woman. Never. Big mistake.
"Uhm..."
"My beautiful Fereldan rose, ears are highly sensitive."
"Your ears?" Rori sounds as if she's unsure what he is actually talking about.
"All kinds of ears as far as I know," Zevran offers nonchalanty. "At least those I have nibbled and sucked at. And that's a great deal of ears if I may say so."
"You suck and nibble ears?"
That's also new to me.
"Earlobes mostly. It's highly erotic. You nibble, you suck, trace the outline of the ear with the tip of your tongue. Oh, what a pleasure! Don't slurp though, nobody wants someone elses drool in their ears."
"No slurping..."
"Yeah, you get it."
Pause. "I take it you have licked a whole lot of lampposts in winter, right?" Rori inquires. What does she sound like? Amused? Excited? I suddenly feel awfully insecure due to my lack of experience. A woman rather would have a man who knows what to do, right?
"What? Why in the name of the Maker should I lick a lamppost in winter?"
"Never mind."
"Fereldans are so weird."
"If you say so."
"Oh my beautiful saviour, you need me more than you know."
"Do I?"
Does she?
"Oh yes, you do. Believe me, Zevran knows a lot of things you are absolutely clueless about. And there will be a time when you seek my advice." According to the look on Rori's face it's more likely for Andraste's flaming sword to freeze over. That's somewhat relieving. "So, I will stay here at the inn and wait for your return as you wish. Don't get yourself killed. It would be such a waste to see you returned to the Maker unopened."
"Unopened?" Rori echoes.
"Without your cherry popped, my lovely."
"My cherry?... Oh, forget it, I don't want to know!"
"As you wish." Zevran chuckles, bows and disappears from my sight. Right after he's gone there's a knock at my door and Rori pokes her head in. She beams when she sees me.
"Good morning," I greet her, maybe a little bit cooler than I intend to. I am too confused right now. I don't know what to make of Rori's behaviour towards Zevran. "I'm almost packed. We can be on our way to slay the evil witch in no time at all and then go back to..."
Rori has come to stand right in front of me. She tilts her head back and examines my face, then lifts her hand to trail her fingers gently across the outline of my right ear, following my jawline and down the hollow of my throat. I swallow hard.
"Or we could all just hold our hands and dance ring-a-ring-a-roses with Flemeth and the Archdemon and forget all about that awful killing business."
"Mmmmh," Rori purrs, repeating her caress with my left ear. Maker's Breath!
"You're not really listening, are you?" I manage to gasp.
"Hm?" she blinks at me. "What did you say?"
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