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Reunion

They were uncomfortable and sick as they’re emotions twirled around one another, entwining and mixing as they got closer and closer. They suffered double, as they could feel not only their own unease, but also the others as well. It got to a point that they no longer felt sick or dizzy, but they were overwhelmed from it all. They had been separated for a long time, and the bond had grown, nearly too much for either of them to take.
Zelda was beginning to see colors even with her eyes open. A green rope hung in the air in front of her, telling her where to go. It was this that she followed, or at least told Alistair where to go as he was forced to carry her when she was unable to walk anymore.
“Why is she so miserable?” she heard Wynne ask, her voice sounding distant, watery.
“I don’t know, but Morrigan better have the potion ready for when we find them.” Alistair’s voice was also distant but also somewhat close. It echoed and boomed in her ear along with a fast but steady thumping.
“She does,” Zelda said weakly. “Arawin is begging for it.” She would be too if Morrigan had been with them.
“So this Morrigan knows how to deal with this bond of yours?” said Wynne. “When we find them I’m going to ask her how to make the potion so I don’t have to see you like this again.”
“We didn’t even know something like this would happen.” Zelda had to shutter at her own voice, echoing her distress through her head. Arawin’s anger swimming with it, along with their grieves and anxieties. Why only bad emotions were coming out now was any of their guesses. Neither of them thought they would be able to feel happiness again.
Zelda tried though, as she hugged Alistair’s neck, taking in his masculine scent and the feel of his muscular arms holding her. Happiness was trying to creep through all the despair but it was soon beaten down when the all too familiar guilt made its way in. She felt Arawin’s moan at the new feeling colliding with her own. It was a maddening mix mingling in their minds and Zelda had to hug Alistair tighter, trying to keep from crying.
“How much further do you think?” Wynne asked. She was right by Zelda’s head, but she sounded leagues away.
“Shortly,” was all she could say. The green rope getting brighter and the emotions getting thicker.
They continued on for a while before they heard barking in the wind. Alistair and Wynne stopped when they came to the bottom of a hill. Zelda looked up and asked Alistair to put her down which he did if reluctantly. He held on to her shoulders as she was still unsteady on her feet, but Zelda knew it was close as everything had come to a peak now and soon, as she glanced up at the top of the hill she saw Arawin staring down at her with the others right at her sides.
Kunjo barked at the sight of them and went racing down the hill. He jumped in front of them, barking happily and wagging his tail. Zelda wished she had brought Rupee now, as she knew the two dogs would have loved to see each other. They both would have been playing right now, running around each other and having fun.
When she looked up from Kunjo, she saw Morrigan heading down first, something small in her hands. When she reached Zelda, she gave it to her, and immediately Zelda took it, drinking down the contents. It didn’t take very long for the potion to kick in and soon Zelda felt herself again, the entangling emotions gone and she could finally think clearly.
“Thank you Morrigan. That was horrible.”
“I told you the bond would grow, didn’t I?”
“You did, but unfortunately separating was the only real option we had at the time.” Zelda straightened herself up. “Thanks Alistair, but I’m fine now.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yes.”
The crunching of snow told her the others had now made their way down the hill. Zelda looked up to see Arawin standing before her with Sten at her back and another elf on her right.
“Why hello there, Princess,” said Arawin. “It’s been awhile, hasn’t it?”
“Yes, it has,” she answered. Zelda studied her, seeing many changes and new equipment. She saw the elf’s right eye, seeing the tattoo but also the blue specks floating around. A similar thing was occurring in Zelda’s left eye, only instead the specks were green. Alistair had spotted it as they were walking from the camp. It had disturbed her at first, thinking something was wrong. It was only when she had felt Arawin discover her own eye as well that she knew it had something to do with the bond. Neither of them were sure of what to think of it. Was it going to stop at their eyes? Were both of them going to have one green and one blue? Zelda wondered if at some point her left ear would start to point or if her hair would start to have red streaks. She had felt Arawin wonder about similar things about herself.
“You look good.”
“And you look the same,” said Arawin.
“Changed or not I think she looks absolutely marvelous to me,” said the elf. “Zelda, I presume?” His eyes twinkled at her and Zelda swooned a little by their honey color. Never had she seen eyes so beautiful before.
“Can it, Zev,” Arawin said elbowing him in the gut. He bent over and grimaced. “Let me introduce you first before you go acting like yourself.”
“Let me guess,” said Alistair as he came closer to Zelda’s side and glared down at the elf. “The assassin?”
“Yes, this is Zevran,” said Arawin. “And Zevran, may I introduce to you Prince Alis.”
“His name is Alis? And he’s a prince?”
“No, no!” Alistair flung. “My name is not Alis, it’s Alistair. And how did you know I was... or at least the son of the late king, Ary?” Arawin snapped her teeth and growled. Alistair smiled at her broadly. “Oh, I missed this.”
“Ary?” Zevran chuckled.
“Shut up,” she said to Zevran. She then turned back to Alistair. “Alis, you should know by now that there is barely anything that is kept secret between me and Zelda, especially when we’re communicating through the pendants.”
“Great. I’m sure that’s just new ammunition for you, isn’t it?”
It was Arawin’s turn to smile broadly. “Oh, and Zev, may I also present to you Princess Zelda of Hyrule.”
“You mean Highever,” Zelda corrected.
“What did I say?”
“Never mind, it doesn’t matter. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Zevran.”
“No, the pleasure is all mine, my beautiful Warden,” Zevran said going to kiss her hand.
Zelda took her hand out of his reach and placed it in Alistair’s behind her back. “Now that we know you, Zevran, I think it only fair we introduce our new mage.”
“Wait,” said Arawin. “Where’s Leliana and Rupee?”
“They’re back at camp. He can meet her later. But now, I would like for you to meet Wynne. She’s a senior enchanter from the Circle. Wynne, this is Arawin, the other Grey Warden and my bonded sister, Sten the Qunari, and Morrigan our apostate mage.”
“Oh how wonderful,” said Morrigan. “We now have a Circle mage amongst us.”
“I can tell from your attitude and that you are an apostate you don’t see the Circle in very good light, my dear,” Wynne said eying Morrigan.
“I just don’t see why any mage would allow themselves to be controlled and chained to a religious factor. This Chantry of yours has no more power over you than what you let them.”
“There is nothing wrong with the Circle. It is a good place to learn how to use ones skills. But this is neither the time nor the place to discuss such things. And despite how you may feel about me, I am still pleased to meet you, Morrigan. Hopefully we can learn to work together for the greater good.”
Morrigan rolled her eyes, but said nothing more.
“You would've had so much fun when we were at the Circle Tower,” said Alistair. “Abominations everywhere, everybody dying.”
“Yes, I’m sure it would have been very educational,” Morrigan said sarcastically.
“Anyway,” Zelda interrupted. “Now that we’ve found each other I think it’ll be a good idea to head back to our camp and collect Leliana. Then we can discuss what needs to be done next. I’m not sure how much you know about what we found in Haven, Arawin, but it was very interesting.”
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“Oh Arawin! It’s so good to see you again!” Leliana grabbed Arawin and squeezed her when she saw the elf enter the camp. “It’s been so long!”
“Leli... ana...” Arawin struggled. “You’re... choking...”
“Oh, sorry,” Leliana said letting go. “I’m just so excited to have everyone back together again.”
“Yeah.”
A thump caused everyone to look behind to see Zevran on the ground, eyes twinkling.
“What are you doing?” Arawin asked.
“I must have died,” he said.
“What?”
“It’s the only explanation for why I’m all the sudden surrounded by beautiful women! You, Zelda, Morrigan, Wynne, and now Leliana... What could a man have done to deserve such a thing and not be dead?”
“So I take it this is Zevran?” Leliana asked.
“Yes, this is the idiot assassin that tried to kill me,” Arawin answered. “He’s a bit much at first.”
“Well greetings, Zevran,” Leliana said helping him up from the ground. “It is a pleasure to have one of the Antivan Crows traveling with us now.”
“And you’re an Orlesian bard as well?” Zevran said with mischief. “That makes it even better.”
“Or maybe not.”
“Alright, alright, enough,” said Zelda. “Everyone knows everyone, yes? So with that done, let’s get to planning on what we’re going to do about finding the Urn.”
Everyone took a place around the campfire. Leliana had already made a stew as she waited for them to return. Taking bowls and spoons, she filled the bowls then handed them out to the others.
“So you’ve already gone into Haven?” Arawin asked as she took her bowl. She looked in the bowl and saw it was rabbit stew.
“Yes, but only to get a sense of what’s going on,” said Zelda. “We weren’t going to do anything big without you, unless the opportunity came up, which it didn’t. That village is so odd.”
“It’s a secluded village, yes?” said Zevran. “Ah, how I love such places. There’s always something nasty going on behind closed doors.”
“I would have to agree with him,” Morrigan said. “But not with what he’s really thinking.”
“We have our suspicions,” said Zelda. “When we went in the village there was no one at all in the streets. It was way too quiet. There wasn’t any animal noises or even wind blowing. The only people we ran into was the guard, a boy, and the man running the general store.”
“Then there was something nasty happening behind closed doors after all,” said Morrigan. “And don’t you even say anything, elf.”
“What?” Zevran said with a mouth full of stew before swallowing. “I wasn’t going to say anything more. This wonderful stew is too delicious not to enjoy.”
“Thank you, Zevran,” Leliana smiled. “It’s Orlesian style, not like the way Alistair makes it. Uck.”
“Hey, I thought you said you liked my cooking,” Alistair frowned.
“Sorry Alistair, but I was only being nice. All your things taste the same, whether they’re stews or not.”
“That’s just how cooking is in Ferelden. When everything turns a nice gray color, then you know it’s done.”
Zelda tried to suppress a chuckle. “My old cook, Nan, would have killed you if she heard you say that.”
“Well that’s how I was taught to cook.”
“By who, the other Grey Wardens?”
“They liked my cooking.”
“And Grey Wardens would eat just about anything, which is probably why I don’t mind your cooking.”
“Jee thanks, and I thought you were on my side.”
“I am!”
“Alright, you two stop your playful banter. It’s sickening,” Arawin gagged.
“Jealous, Ary?” Alistair teased.
“Hardly. You’re not that much of a prize, Alis.”
“Neither are you. I feel bad for any man that has to deal with your temper.”
“And I feel sorry for any woman that has to deal with your blubbering.”
Zelda cleared her throat. “Alright, I can’t really tell if you two are playing or are serious.”
“Playing,” they both said together with smiles.
“Enough either way. But back to Haven, I think it best if we wait until tomorrow and all of us go in and demand answers.”
“Why wait, let’s just go in there now,” said Arawin as she took her bowl and handed it to Leliana to refill. “There’s no point in waiting till tomorrow. There’s still plenty of daylight right now.”
“That wouldn’t be wise,” Zelda said shaking her head. “They're on to us right now. I wouldn’t be surprised if they had someone follow and spy on us when we left the village. Hopefully, since they didn’t attack Leliana while she was alone, that means whoever might've been following us is gone. But either way, I’m sure they’ll be extra cautious for awhile.”
“All the more reason why we should go now.”
“No.”
“Don’t tell me no. What are they going to do to us, huh? They’re just simple villagers with torches and pitchforks. We have weapons and armor, not to mention two mages. They don’t have a chance against us.”
“Arawin, are you even thinking?”
“If she didn’t when we were in Denerim, what makes you think she will now?” said Morrigan.
“If we go in there blindly without knowing anything about them then we may as well let them kill us,” said Zelda. “We need to wait and come up with a better plan.”
“What is with you and waiting?” Arawin said putting down her bowl. She stood and glared at Zelda through the fire. “Waiting gets us no where.”
“Waiting keeps us alive,” Zelda said standing as well and matching Arawin’s stare.
“Hold on, you two,” Alistair said standing next to Zelda. “How long have we been separated and you two still can’t agree?”
“We could agree if the Princess here didn’t think she was in charge all the time,” said Arawin.
“I don’t think that!” Zelda nearly screamed. “I’m just trying to do what is best for us. Running into an unknown situation is dangerous. They could be more than just simple villagers with torches and pitchforks. You ran into that mage in Denerim, what if there’s more?”
“Seriously, you were all anxious when you were waiting for me at Redcliffe,” Arawin said heated. “Now when it comes time for action, you want to wait?”
“I don’t want to have to repeat myself, Arawin.”
“Stop trying to tell me what to do!”
“Stop acting like a child and grow up!”
They had both gotten closer to the fire, Arawin ready to leap over it but she was stopped when Leliana grabbed her arms and yanked her back. “Ladies, please. We need to work together on this.” Alistair as well grabbed Zelda’s shoulders, but didn’t yank her back as Zelda was not advancing the way Arawin was.
“Let her go,” said Zevran smiling. “I would like to see this. Who would win in a fight, Zelda or Arawin?”
“Not funny, Zevran,” said Wynne. “This is a serious matter.” She then turned to the two women. “Can neither of you control yourselves?”
“I can control myself just fine,” said Zelda. “It’s Arawin who goes by her impulses.”
“They haven’t failed me yet,” Arawin chided.
“Do you not remember what we did last time you two couldn’t agree?” Leliana asked.
“Yeah, we split up,” said Arawin. “Best decision I think we ever made. Wouldn’t mind doing it again, either.”
“No, that’s not what I’m talking about,” said Leliana still holding Arawin back. Arawin couldn’t believe how strong the Orlesian was. “You two made a compromise, and we can still do that here.”
“Compromising would work,” said Zelda. “If we could agree on anything.”
“Oh, I think you can. And since I was the one who gave the first idea, I will go ahead and suggest this one as well. In order to make both of you happy and to also find out what we need and fast, I think we should do this...”

Paraphrasing from Dragon Age: Origins
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