KJ: Morning AfterKallian groaned and curled further under her blanket. Something crashed to the ground and made her head throb. A door somewhere down the hall creaked loudly and sent the elf rolling. A knock sounded on her door, and she groaned again.
"Well," Alistair laughed as he came in. "That's what the elf gets for trying to down five dwarven ales in one night."
She shuddered as he sat at the edge of the bed, "We do need you in somewhat working condition, Kal."
"Why?" the elven Warden hissed. "Can't you or Wynne figure out these politics?"
Alistair sighed heavily and pulled her up into a hug, shoving a mug into her hands, "Drink this, the barmaid said it should help you."
Kallian stared at the green liquid and wrinkled her nose. She tried to hand it back to him.
"I'll make you drink it if you don't choose to."
"Smells like puke."
"No, that would be the lovely trail you left yesterday on my favorite tunic."
"Still don't want i--"
She was cut off as Alistair pinched her nose. Kallian flailed a littl
KJ: TapstersShe slammed the mug on the table. The room was spinning, but she was determined to prove herself. The dwarves around her howled in laughter.
"Brin' another one! Elf's still got kick in 'er!"
Kallian grinned, "'m gunna show ya, even if thish tastesh like dirt."
"Hun," the barmaid cackled as she poured more. "I got money you can get two more down 'fore you pass out! Next one's on the house."
She refilled the dwarf's mug across from Kallian as well, and the two raised a toast to each other before they chugged the drinks. Kallian felt her head sway, but she forced herself to focus. The last of the bitter drink fell into her mouth and down her throat. It was several minutes after her dwarven adversary, but watching her succeed brought another round of cheers from her viewers.
"Oi! One more and I'm thinkin' I owe ya a lot o' money, lass!"
Kallian peered at the dwarf. There were three images of him in front of her, so she pointed in his general direction. Rather than actually replying, a rath
KJ: How one can change"Kallian, stop struggling!" Adaia scoffed quietly, a grin in her voice. Kallian wiggled beneath her mother's hold as the older elf attempted to put a dress on her young child.
"Mama!" the tiny elf squealed, "I don't wanna wear it!"
Her head finally poked through the top, her arms through the short sleeves. Her mother shook her head.
"You have to for now, sweetie. We don't need anyone in the Alienage berating us for not bringing you up properly." She kissed Kallian on the forehead, "Now go play with your cousins."
Kallian huffed a sigh, then ran out of the house. Shianni and Soris were waiting outside for her. Shianni lit up once Kallian made it over.
"Kali! Didja hear, another family moved into the Alienage!"
Soris nodded, "And I hear there's even someone 'bout our age there too!"
Kallian smiled broadly, "Then what are we waitin' for! Where'd they move to?"
"'Member old man Vific? Whelp, 'pparently," Shianni went into a hushed tone, "He went and got all mixed up with some
KJ: DesireShe looked around. Panic welled up in her chest as she came to realize she was alone and didn't recognize the area. She was in the middle of a forest, and dead silence had fallen over it. She ran in a direction and started to scream.
"Wynne! Zevran!? Alistair!!"
Her voice bounced through the forest, and she felt tears starting to roll down her cheeks. She screamed again.
"Calm down, Kal."
She spun around. Fyr stood with his arms folded. He offered her a small smile. "You're safe, you know."
She felt rage bubbling up inside of her.
"Safe? You stabbed me! You used magic to make me att-"
Kallian went silent as Fyr disappeared. There was no sound, no indication of leaving. He simply was no longer there.
The familiar voice made the elf's heart skip a beat. She turned on her toes, calling out the human's name and running towards the source of the sound. She broke through the trees to a clearing, where she saw Alistair running towards her. She sighed in relief and ran towards him.
KJ: Kallian's Past, 4Kallian's body spun around an pointed a bloodied dagger at the elf behind Fyr. Zevran stared at it, not moving his own dagger from Fyr's throat. The assassin called out for Wynne, then muttered lowly.
"Why not let the Warden go, no?"
Fyr laughed, "Antivan? That accent is hard to miss. And no, I believe I will keep her. There isn't anything to be done for her now."
Zevran's dagger pressed against Fyr's neck. Kallian felt something pinch her own. There was a moment's hesitation, then the female elf saw a brilliant light flash in the corner of her eye. Fyr jabbed an elbow into Zevran's gut, making the assassin flinch back. Fyr used the moment to dive out of the his range, and Kallian's body lunged at Zevran.
Their daggers clanged together. Kallian's arms flailed around, while Zevran fell back to a defensive stance.
"Such shoddy work," she heard him mumble. She jerked backwards, then her legs carried her back towards Fyr. Kallian internally squealed in joy as she saw Alistair up and fighti