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Hoping One Day We'll Make A Dream Last	By : kruemel Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 3679 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Rori stretched out her arm, regarding the daisy ring on her finger with a smile that couldn't have been any brighter if it had been a diamond instead.
We lay in the grass together, Rori's head resting at my shoulder, my arm safely wrapped around her. I was grinning stupidly from ear to ear, still feeling slightly goofy for having proposed to her dog. At least she accepted. Although it would have been worth Eamon's expression...
This was one of these few moments of happiness we had learnt to cherish, knowing too well it wouldn't last. The Blight had left us damaged, probably forever. That it hadn't destroyed us was due to the happy memories we had collected like small treasures.
I had such a little treasure box as a child. Smooth stones, snail shells, colourful potsherds, several strings - it was my life in a wooden box minus my mother's amulet. The sisters threw my treasures away as soon as I arrived. Redcliffe had been in that box, my whole life story told by these worthless objects. It was all wiped out then and the loss made me bitter. Rori taught me to value the memories nobody could ever take away from me and next to the ones I collected with her, I began to recover those from my time at Redcliffe.
"You'll get a real ring of course," I muttered, grinning sheepishly. "A future queen should have something a bit more fancy, right?"
"This one is perfect."
"It's only a daisy I plucked," I protested.
"Exactly."
"The busar will love your modesty," I chuckled when she nuzzled my nose.
"Especially since the treasury is empty. Loghain spent a fotrune searching for Maric. And the rest went out the window when he decided to start a civil war. Blasted bastard, he brewed it, we must drink."
"King of a war-ravaged country and broke... If we left now for Orlais and cake, how far do you think we would get before they noticed we are missing?" I sighed, wondering if there ever would be another moment in my life when I did not have to be king. I could have kicked myself for having mentioned our precarious pecuniary situation.
"In our condition?" Rori laughed, knocking her knuckles at the solid bandage on my leg. "The stables?"
"Blast! Then what do we do?"I groaned, rubbing my face tiredly. Responsibility everwhere! I would never sleep well again! Alright, the way Rori's soft bosom pressed against my chest, I could think of some exertions that would exhaust me enough to sleep like a log. "We can't even sell the silver ware. That ran away with Goldanna."
"Time will tell." Rori said confidently.
"That's how you intend to rule this nation? Now, that's just brilliant!"
"Right? I'm an incredibly smart girl!" Rori giggled. Her smile poofed! when she went on: "The king-hitch, the heir-hitch, the Calling-hitch. We got a lot problems to solve. It all feels like back when we were standing in front of Flemeth's hut and with the fate of Ferelden in our hands. I didn't believe we could make it, and look where we are now!"
"You didn't think we had a chance?" I put my hands over my heart, feigning a shocked expression. "You fooled me all the time then? How dare you?"
"I had to bloody blast it give it a try, right? When will we again get the chance to save the world?"
"I don't know about you, but I surely won't do it again," I declared vehemently. "Next time, they can go find someone else. And if the blasted sky is torn, rampant demons everywhere, mages running amok, templars turning their backs on the Chantry, a darkspawn overlord on a mission to conquer..."
"Stop! The Blight starts to sound like a vacation compared to that," Rori laughed.
"Whatever, I won't be the one to fix it."
"Same here." Rori agreed wholeheartedly.
"Although it sounds more fun than being king," I added sullenly. "Rori, I don't think I can do that. The whole king.thing."
"Shush!" Rori commanded as she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. Afterwards I couldn't think of anything anymore anyway. So I just grinned foolishly and nodded to everything she said. "We can only try to make the best of it. The moment you give up, you've lost." Pause. "Every man is the architect of his own fortune."
"Did you read one of these calendars offering worldly wisdom for every day?"
"How do you know?" Rori wondered.
"I got one in my room. Cailan scribbled little notes onto each page. Mostly his thoughts read blablabla which in many cases is an apt summary of the so called wisdom."
"Oriana once had Nan bake wisdom cookies with a smart quote on a piece of paper hidden inside. Fergus stuffed his right into his mouth, paper and all, when Oriana had only just explained the whole idea to him in detail," Rori giggled. "Perfect proof of men never listening to their women."
"Huh? Did you say something?"
"Jerk!"
"King Jerk, if you please!"
We goofed around some more until Wynne found us. "Is something wrong with your hearing or what didn't you understand about 'Stay in bed!'... blablabla... got a responsibility...blablabla... don't you come running to me... blablabla... got a whole lot of other patients..."
She of course didn't say blablabla. I just didn't pay much attention because Rori was pulling faces behind Wynne's back and I had to try so hard not to laugh out loud.
"Rori Cousland, stop mowing in my back!"
"Err..." Rori turned a brighter shade of crimson. "Sorry?"
"How can she know? Do you think she has magical eyes at the back of her head?" I wondered.
Wynne had just stuck us both into bed when Eamon sailed in with Teagan in tow and some kingly business to take care of. Or maybe he just wanted to keep me informed. I wasn't yet sure what he expected of me. What anybody expected of me. Eamon wasn't delighted to see Rori next to me in bed.
"There's rumours you terminated your engagement," he greeted my woman.
"That's right. But then Alistair proposed and I said yes, so this is a new engagement. I like it better than the first. It was his decision, not mine. Well, mine, too. Ours." Rori beamed, bouncing around in bed. "I even got a ring!" She proudly showed a completely aghast Eamon her daisy.
"Well, that saves us finding a wife for him, doesn't it?" Teagan patted his brother's back comfortingly, winked at me and gave me thumbs up behind Eamon's back.
Eamon slumped down on an armchair that had seen better times. It was pretty much torn and not very comfortable anymore. I doubt, the Arl of Redcliffe cared. "Your Highness, the city is mostly destroyed. There's still some darkspawn crawling out of their hiding places at night, causing havock. Many people are dead, more injured. We have put up a makeshift hospital at the market place but the weather is going to change. We expect rain - it will turn the city into a puddle of mud and epidemics are likely to spread. Then there's those with the darkspawn taint, we have not yet managed to separate them from the healthy people. The mages and healers cannot help everybody..."
"Why don't we locate the hospital at the palace?" I wondered out loud, completely overwhelmed by the mass of problems that suddenly were mine.
"Excuse me?"
"Well, there's the entrance hall, it's huge," I began hesitantly, grinnig sheepishly. I wouldn't have said nothing at all if Rori hadn't kept nudging me. "And it has a roof. Same with the thorne room where the Landsmeet took place. And the ballroom. There won't be any balls soon, will there? The chapel is pretty big, too. The mages and healers would all be in one place and wouldn't have to run around the city. We can defend the palace easily against any darkspawn with the remaining soldiers. There's a hunting lodge in the park, why not house those with the taint there?"
"This... is not possible, your Highness!"
"Why not?" I pouted.
"You explain it to him," Eamon sighed, waving his hand tiredly at Rori as he sunk deeper into the armchair.
"I think it's a brilliant idea!" Rori rejoiced.
"He is the king!" Arl Eamon snapped. "He cannot mingle with the common people!"
"Eamon, he grew up amongst them. He is one of them," Rori pointed out patiently but with vigour. "You cannot expect Alistair to suddenly forget where he came from. He will never be that aloof. Yes, some nobles won't like it, but they will also not like him being a bastard and his mother no more but a maid. So instead of making him jump through loops, let him be who he is. He'll be a great king that way."
Silence.
Stunned silence.
"He'll make an extraordinary king, you know," Teagan said with pride .
"Brilliant, huh?" I beamed when Eamon after a moment of thought gave in.
"We still cannot feed all those people." Eamon went on. "And there's the riots in the streets, raiders steal everything that is not nailed down."
"Talk to Levi Dryden," Rori suggested. "There should be corn and other provisions stored at Warden's Peak. We only got to get them here." It was part of the deal Rori had made with Levi when she had invested most of our treasures in his business. "Tell him to contact Lord Orion in Antiva. He is... was Fergus' father-in-law. He and Levi have met a while ago to form trade ties." And Rori's letter had made sure Orion was more than willing to assist wherever he could. His daughter's and grandson's death had made him a loyal ally. All Rori had to do was promise she'd revenge Oriana and Oren. "It was Levi's idea to find a foreign merchant to interpose when making deals for Ferelden. The rest of Thedas knows we are desperate. They will have us pay through the nose."
"She'll make an extraordinary queen, you know," Teagan said, winking at Rori, while Eamon regarded us thoughtfully.
"And the raiders?"
"Just give Sten enough men and he will gladly knock them down a peg," Rori said cheerfully. "Restoring order, that's something he'll so love to do! Just don't forget to reward him with cookies or we'll face a Qunari invasion as soon as he gets back home."
"Very well," Eamon agreed, sounding rather astonished about himself. "We'll do it your way." He rose from his armchair, bowed curtly and left with Teagan in tow, already giving orders. "The little Cousland could be right. Maybe we will all have to get used to an unconventional way of ruling."
"Whoa!" I gasped, bouncing around on the bed excitedly. "Did I rule? I did, didn't I? Like for real! Making decisions for my kingdom, my people! I believe... I did something good, right?"
"You did what your heart told you to do," Rori confirmed with a smile of pride. "You have a heart of gold, Alistair. Listen to it, it won't betray you."
"Oh boy! I go on like that, they're going to call me Alistair the Great!" It felt incredibly good to have done something to help the people. Something that would ease their suffering, something that would keep them save from any more harm. I slid an arm around Rori's waist, my hand coming to rest at her rather padded hindquarters. "You weren't bad either, for a woman wearing diapers," I grinned, oggling her choice of undergarments suspiciously. What had happened to Orlesian lingerie? "Gimme five!"
"What? You don't like my sexy knickers?" Rori pulled up her shirt to show off the greyish thing wrapped around her hips. She wiggled her ass at me and I came to the conclusion that Rori could wear absolutely anything and still look gorgeous.
She slumped back onto the bed, crawling towards me. Then she gave me five and a kiss that sent me straight back onto the mattress with her on top of me. Too bad that was when she stopped.
"So, how about a reward?" I tugged at the ridiculous undergarment she was wearing,
"Wynne said absolutely no exertions between the sheets for the next four weeks."
I couldn't help it. My face became as long as a fiddle.
It made Rori laugh, which was far better than the sadness in her eyes and the pressure in her voice as she bravely tried to appear cheerful.
"Rori, I..." I began, feeling like an inconsiderate jerk for having pushed her in that direction at all.
"But..." She interrupted, holding up her index finger, an impish smile forming around her lips. "There might be something I could do..." Thus said, she vanished beneath the blanket.
Oh.
Okay.
So we wouldn't do no talking?
I couldn't get rid of the feeling that she only did what she thought was expected of her...
"Maker's Breath!"
I guess, I should have stopped her. Alas, the spirit was willing but the flesh was weak...
It was her to tug at my waistband now. She didn't stop there but - with some difficulties, thanks to my bandaged leg, and much more cursing - freed me from my smallclothes, tossing them aside rather unceremonously. They landed on the armchair Eamon had occupied only moments ago.
"Soooo..." Rori whispered, her lips brushing against the tip of my manhood as she circled her small hand around my shaft. "Your Highness demands to be rewarded?" She licked her lips, her tongue flicking against my glans in the process.
"Merciful Andraste!" I threw off the blanket to watch her huddling between my legs. Her eyes shone like a set of large dark pools of midnight blue in her pale face. With her hair so short they seemed even larger, drawing my gaze to meet hers.
Teasingly Rori licked all the way up from the base of my manhood, across the glans and down the other side. She nibbled at my balls, lightly scraped her teeth against the softness of my skin upwards again only to blow cool air onto my by then throbbing manhood.
"That's what you call a reward?" I groaned, curling my fists into the blanket. Maker! She was driving me crazy!
"Sure. What would you call it?" she asked - and sucked me deep into her mouth. I jolted, pushing myself deeper into the hot moist cavern, making her gag.
"His Highness better behaves or he can take care of his Hardness himself!" Rori complained sullenly, her lips moving against my heated flesh. She had a way to be rather persuasive.
I behaved and was rewarded with the caress of her velvet tongue, soft lips and the teasing of her sharp teeth. Curling my fingers into her hair, I sighed her name when she pushed me towards a blissful release.
Afterwards I just lay there with a very foolish grin plastered across my face and gasping WOW! over and over again while Rori, her cheeks puffed as a chipmunk's, bravely swallowed. She pulled a face, went "BAH!" and shuddered.
Laughing I pulled her into my arms and kissed her deeply, tasting myself on her lips. Admittedly it wasn't very delicious.
Telling you something, if a woman licks your lamppost although she's not really fond of it - and Rori never has been - she really loves you. Believe me, I once tried to stuff a rather huge carrot down my throat... No fun. Especially since that blasted carrot broke off and I almost choked on it. Now, that would have been some way to kick the bucket. Unique, though I'd rather not go down in history as the king who was defeated by a carrot. Maybe if it had been a carrot abomination...
What?
Oh, yes, sorry...
So Rori laid there with her head resting on my belly and I absentmindedly stroked her hair and carressed her face. We both knew we had to talk but were determined to avoid it as long as possible. We wanted to stay inside our little bubble of happiness for as long as possible. It burst when Amethyne arrived with Rori's belongings, moving them from her room to mine. My command to turn the palace into a hospital was forcing us to budge up.
"Avernus told me to give you that." She handed Rori a small tin box that looked suspiciously like the one I used to store my tea in. "He said that you so cannot afford sentiments and that it's a waste and you should have let him keep it for researches." Rori craddled the box like something precious, running her fingers across the lid in a gentle caress. She didn't tell me what was inside and I didn't dare to ask.
Later that day I was freed of my bandage and we both were allowed to get up because Wynne was sick and tired of us pestering her. "Go kill yourself! But don't come running to me afterwards!" she exclaimed in exasperation.
"We won't, promised!" Rori grinned and then we poofed! before Wynne could change her mind.
Avernus and the recruits were already awaiting us at the path that led from the hunting lodge to the lake and grotto.
"You don't have to do that, Gil. You know that, don't you?" Rori greeted her faithful knight.
"I have sworn to serve the Couslands until my dying day. You are the last of the Couslands. I will follow you wherever you lead," the redhaired man replied solemnly.
Our other recruits weren't that composed. "So the Joining... that's how we get our superpowers?"
"We don't have no superpowers."
"What? None? Then why do I do this at all?"
"Because the taint will kill you within a few days and this is your only chance to survive?" I pointed out kindly.
James Mac Eanraig thought about that thoroughly. Although I got the impression he was more rapt in the sight of Rori's hindquarters than in deep contemplation. "Hey, Rori, what did you stuff into your pants? Your ass looks huge..." Gilmore beat me to smacking the back of his head. That didn't stop me, though, to smack it again. He deserved it. "Oh, alright, your ass doesn't look funny and fat and I'm in on the Grey Warden thing. Do I have to subscribe with my own blood? Are we all going to have an orgy at a pagan altar?"
"No!" Rori and I cried out in unison.
"Then what is the Joining about?" James sulked, obviously utterly disappointed. " Why is it secret? Do I have to keep it secret, too?"
"Of course you do!" I grabbed Rori's arm when she stumbled over a root as she kept craning her neck to look at her hindquarters. "You do have a real nice ass, kitten," I whispered into her ear and earnt myself a brilliant and very thankful smile.
"What? I cannot even brag with it when I go catting?" James pouted sullenly.
"Your cousin will never keep his mouth shut," Avernus muttered under his breath. "He's not fit to become a Grey Warden." Avernus would have rather recruited James' mage sister Jessica but she wasn't infected and didn't want to become a Grey Warden. Rori objected using the Right of Conscription on her. We had more than enough volunteers to pick from after our heroic defeat of the archdemon. James Mac Eanraig only got chosen because Angus had made his niece promise to do everything in her power to save his only son. As it wasn't yet sure the bann would make it, Rori couldn't refuse his request.
"Let me talk to him." Rori sighed, rolling her eyes. For her cousin she switched to a conspiratorial expression, her voice a hushed whisper as she looked around for anybody eavesdropping. There was nobody there of course. We had chosen Meghren's artificial grotto deep in the royal forest for performing the Joining. That way it at least for once had a useful purpose. "Jamie, the Joining involves a whole lot of magic. Powerful magic. The magic also ensures we don't divulge our secrets to everybody and their dogs."
"Why? What happens when you blab," James wondered out loud while I handed the Joining chalice we had retrieved from Ostagar to Avernus to fill it.
"Hm, I'm not sure I can tell you. You're not a Grey Warden yet." Rori hesitated, then worriedly turned to me. "What do you think, Alistair? Is it save?"
"He'll be one soon, I dare say it's save to tell him that much,"
"Ahh, but you aren't sure and I take the risk," Rori replied with a troubled frown. She picked up a pine cone and turned it in her hands thoughtfully.
"Come on, what happens?" James whined impatiently.
Rori and I exchanged a saturnine look. I nodded after a moment of feigned contemplation.
"Your manhood falls off." Rori bluffed, waving the pince cone around in front of Jamie's face.
I stuffed half my fist into my mouth to stiffle my laugh. Tears welled up in Gilmore's eyes as he stubbornly pressed his lips to a thin line. Only Avernus laughed out loud. But with him it sounded like a he was suffering a slow, tormenting death of suffocation.
"WHAT!?" James shrieked, covering his most private parts with both hands.
"PLOP!" Rori said mercilessly, dropping the pine cone.
"Mercicul Andraste!" James turned a whiter shade of pale. Then his eyes rolled back in their sockets and he fainted.
I collapsed with him, rolling around on the ground in a fit of laughter.
"There," Rori said, rubbing her hands contently. She looked like the cat that swallowed the pigeon. "Now he'll rather bite his tongue off than tell anybody anything. Jamie and his manhood are the very best friends. Jules says it is mostly responsible for Jamie's process of thinking."
"That explains a lot," I gasped, still shaken by uncontrolable fits of laughter. "Maker! You could have at least warned me!"
"This... this was a joke?" Darrian croaked, his face ashen. He leant against a tree to support his wobbly legs.
"I think we will only know for sure if one gives it a try, hm?" Rori grinned maleficently.
Darrian nervously licked his lips. I was pretty sure our secrets were save with him. "Hey Rori! What happens to women?"
Rori frowned. "They couldn't tell me. There have never been many female Grey Wardens. And apparently none of them ever wanted to find out. I'm not going to be the first one."
"Beast!" I whispered in her ear when she joined me inside the grotto.
"Revenge is sweet," she said defiantly, feeling around on her padded hindquarters.
"So, this new potion, it is less deadly?" I muttered to Avernus while Rori explained to three very pale recruits what was about to happen next. She hugged them all - and stomped on James' foot when he wouldn't let go of her anymore. This was tough for us. Especially for Rori since Gilmore was a childhood friend and James her cousin. That seemed to count more than him being a jerk. Solona and Jowan weren't present. We didn't want to risk losing them that shortly after the battle. We needed them. Desperatedly.
Magic was the reason Rori and I were alive and still kicking and already well enough to leave our bed. Magic saved many lives these days, including those of Ser Cauthrien, the Mac Eanraig triplets and Cador Aurum. The Blight itself and the days after truly changed my opinion on magic and mages. I've seen them doing much good back then and although there were such as Uldred, most of them were meaning well and I began to question if we had the right to lock them up and steal their lives.
"We didn't yet have the possibility to run decent tests," Avernus grated. "The experiment we tried yesterday night showed zero survivors with the traditional recipe and ten percent survivors with the alternated potion."
"Errr... survivors? What survivors?" I inquired apprehensively. I said, I changed my mind about magic not that I had given up common sense and Avernus still was a mage to be distrusted.
"Rats."
"You created Grey Warden rats!?" Duncan would have turned in his grave.
"It's only one," Rori said cheerfully. She of course had no problems with Avernus' dubious activities. "It's so cute! Solona adopted it. She calls it Cullen."
"Charming. I'm sure its namesake will be delighted."
We all gathered around the table carved into the stone. My hands were trembling when I picked up the filled chalice. Maker! Witnessing the Joining was totally different from actually handing those men the poison that could kill them. When I joined, I was far more - what's the word? - fatalistic. I can handle dying myself far better than endangering or ending other people's lives. At least when they don't deserve it. So despite the Blight had proven we needed the Grey Wardens, despite them all being here voluntarily, I felt like a murderer.
"Rori, please!" I said, my voice too shrill, giving away I wasn't as composed as I liked to pretend.
"Huh?"
"The traditional words."
"Who? I? Oh, come on! I heard them only once at my own Joining and I was so scared I was busy not wetting my pants. I don't remember any of it."
“Join us, brothers and sisters...," I began since Avernus seemed as clueless as Rori.
"Now, who of us is the sister?" James Mac Eanraig giggled, nudging both Ser Gilmore and Darrian Tabris.
"Well, you are the only one with a skirt," Gilmore growled, pointing out Jamie's kilt. "And now shut up."
"Join us in the shadows where we stand vigilant. Join us as we carry the duty that can not be forsworn. And should you perish, know that your sacrifice will not be forgotten." I paused before adding in a lower voice: "And that one day we shall join you.”
"And shall this day be in the distant future," Rori murmured.
"Give it to the dork, first," Avernus grunted. "Hopefully we will be rid of his idiocy."
Hope failed. James Mac Eanraig survived his Joining and thus became a member of the Grey Wardens. Darrian and Gilmore followed suit and we welcomed three new brothers.
Avernus still wasn't content. He glowered at James as if he was the result of an experiment gone wrong. "Blech! This potion works far too well. Now thinking about it, the old recipe probably saved us from a whole lot of sublime fools joining our ranks."
While our brothers and Avernus returned to the palace, Rori led me deeper into the woods towards the cliffs. The cold wind whipped our faces, carrying with it the salty smell of the sea and the promise of rain. I hugged Rori to my chest and Rori hugged the small tin to hers as we stood there together, watching the grey waves below. She still hadn't told me what was inside or why we were here together. She didn't have to.
"Ready?" she asked after some time, her voice no more but a hoarse whisper.
"I don't know. Are you?" I had the fattest greenest frog in my throat, making me sound all choked... Alright, I tried to be manly and boys don't cry. Especially not big boys who happen to be king.
"Can one ever be ready to say goodbye?" Rori sniffled and wiped her nose at her sleeve. Smiling to myself I gave her my handkerchief. Some things never changed. The wind tore it from her hands and blew it away and I handed her my emergency-handkerchief.
"Should we say something?" I wondered.
"I want to say sorry," Rori whispered, hardly audible over the thunder of the waves crushing against the cliffs and the whistling of the wind. "I only wanted this baby when it was too late. When Morrigan first told me I was shocked and scared. There was no joy or love inside of me for our child. I wasn't prepared to be a mother and I didn't act like one. I didn't do anything to protect it. I didn't trust you when I should have and kept the baby a secret."
"I don't know how I feel. Overwhelmed, exhausted, sad... as if the archdemon gnawed at me spat me out and stomped around on me..."
"Alistair, that's what it did for real."
"Yeah, right, haha," I laughed nervously. "Morrigan warned me about you slaying the archdemon, you know. I thought the ritual hadn't worked. It's not your fault. If I had trusted you..."
"You couldn't know she was talking about the baby," Rori pointed out.
"Still," I insisted. I couldn't let Rori take all the blame. We both hadn't rrusted each other.
"That's what we get for not talking to one another," Rori observed.
"Okay from now on, ruthless candour!"
Pause.
"I hired Zevran as the royal assassin."
"RORI! We... we do not need an assassin! And in case we do, shouldn't we hire someone with a higher success rate?"
"Yeah?" Rori arched an eyebrow and knocked the tea tin against my chest with each word. "So how many trustworthy assassins do you know?"
"Aren't we here to spread the baby's ashes?" I asked exasperatedly, not so sure anymore I really wanted to know about everything my soon-to-be-wife did.
"Yes, ashes first," Rori agreed, her voice so very small again, sadness returning to her eyes. "Goodbye, little one!" she murmured.
"Farewell," I sniffled.
It was a grave moment of sublime grandeur, bittersweet and sad. We both took hold of the tin, opening the lid together and throwing the ashes into the wind - which blew it right back into our faces.
Ashes sprinkled across my skin, ashes in my eyes, my mouth, my nostrils and in my hair.
Same with Rori.
She stood there, her face dusted grey, her eyes wide with shock, mouth shaped round. Slowly, so very slowly she turned and gawked at me. She reached out, gently running her index finger across my cheek. It came away covered with cinders. She stared at it in disbelief, tears welling up in her eyes. She wavered and I knew if I didn't catch her now, she would break down.
How do you bring comfort when all words have to sound like derision?
Doesn't work. Cannot work. Soooooo...
"This is all your fault!" I complained in my whiniest tone.
"Mine!?" she gasped.
"You mollycoddled it!" I exclaimed indignantly. "Mummy's clingy darling!"
Slack-jawed she blinked at me for a moment and I really thought she'd punch me. I took a step backwards and she followed - good thing because she grabbed me by my shirt before I could topple over the edge of the cliff and pulled me so close that our noses almost touched. She glowered, I grinned sheepishly. "Oh yeah? Who promised it a pony and a puppy?" Rori retorted. Her lips twitched, her eyes gleamed. Then all of a sudden, she started to giggle. It bubbled out of her mouth, pushed forward although she tried to swallow it and next we where both rolling around on the ground in hysterics.
When it was over, we lay very still in the grass, panting for air. "Maker's Breath," I groaned, holding my stinging side. "Why do such things always happen to us?"
"Because," Rori hiccuped, grinning at me widely, her face smeared with tears of laughter and soot. Then she grabbed me by my ears and kissed me with gentle passion.
"Because," I whispered my agreement.
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