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KJ: Lost in the WoodsShe looked up at her mother with a wide smile.
"Just like that, right, Mother?"
"You're still swinging too hard from the arm, Kallian. You need to be quick with your strike. Come at me again, remember your wrist."
Kallian frowned, then took a deep breath. She let it out slowly to clear her mind, and she lept at her mother, taking a quick stab to her mother's torso with the stick in her hand. Her mother blocked it.
"Yes! Like that! Again!"
Kallian's attacks continued, and the elf concentrated on not becoming too wild with her swings. She side-stepped a bow and brought the hilt of her wooden dagger on Soris' hand. Her cousin dropped his own wooden weapon and let out a grunt of pain.
"Cousin, do you really have to hit it that hard?"
"If you don't know what kinda pain you give people, there's no sense in trying to fight 'em!" Kallian laughed. She tucked her wooden daggers into her belt and kicked up Soris' sword with her toe. After grabbing it, she offered it back to him.
"Kal, I think you
KJ: Outside of Lothering"Ow, sod off, that hurts!"
The elf growled a little as the human beside her tried to fumble with the bandages on her arm. The man finally sat back helplessly.
"You know, I'm rather bad at this."
"Alistair, if you grew up in the Chantry, shouldn't you be able to at least dress a wound?"
"No, they preferred teaching us that 'Mages are bad!' and 'Stitch your name in your socks!'" The man grinned.
Kallian quirked an eyebrow, "Names in socks?"
"Have you ever tried to find your own sock in a pile of white socks?"
The elf rolled her eyes and looked down at her arm. The bandage was a little loose, though there was a wound still open, blood starting to drip.
"Did you manage to give me another wound while wrapping up the first one?"
"No," A soft female voice stated, "That was your own pen, Grey Warden."
Kallian shook her head and pulled out a bandage from the pack nearby. Just before she wrapped it up, she paused and looked down at her journal. She took a small drop from her arm
KJ: On the Road to Ostagar"Hey, there, knife-earsh. What are you doin' in the tavern?"
Kallian glanced over at the alcohol-reeking human who stumbled to her table. He glared at her with bloodshot eyes.
"You should be shitting with the resht of 'em outshide..."
"Shem, I haven't had anything to drink, and perfer to stay indoors. You probably should hold your tongue," Kallian snorted.
"Jush' what place do'ya have ta shay tha', knifey... Shodding elf, thinkin' she'sh betta than me."
Kallian drank a little of her water, then said quietly, "I think that only because I know I am."
"Shoddin' shit! Yo--"
The human raised his arm to backhand her, but it was caught before it even started to swing. Duncan held it firmly, his face very calm.
"Ser, I ask that you leave my recruit alone. We are weary from our travels and still have a distance to cover to Ostagar."
The man looked back to yell at Duncan, then froze.
"O-Oh, shorry... sher." he muttered. Kallian got the distinct feeling it was only because Duncan's weapons were s
Before OriginsThe young elf stretched. She closed the book sitting on her lap and set it next to her inkwell on her bedside table. Kallian stood up and pulled her hair into it's usual short, tight ponytail. Two strangling strands fell in front of her face and a scowl crossed her face.
The call made the woman look up. Two other elves came towards her, one a woman with red hair, and red cheeks, the other a man with short brown hair. The woman pranced over to her and collapsed against Kallian.
"Kalli, KalliKalli!" she giggled. "You shoulda been there! The elder was telling this story to the children about the shems, an--"
"Shianni! Don't spill my ink!"
Kallian quickly snatched it up from the table where Shianni was waving her hands. Shianni blinked, then giggled. Kallian rolled her eyes, her nose scrunching up against the smell of alcohol hanging around her cousin.
"Soris, I thought you promised you'd keep her away from it until after you got me."
The man by the entrance to her small pa
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