KJ: Soup and TreesThe young elf looked over at her fellow Grey Warden, who was quite wrapped up in his cooking. She slipped her journal away and stalked towards him, her footsteps silent. She crouched beside him and stared at the soup.
Alistair let out a yell of surprise as he jumped a little, and he looked over at Kallian.
"When did you get there!?"
"Not too long ago. You were wrapped up in making good food." She reached for a bowl and held it out. Alistair shook his head and poured her some.
"Are you sure we can trust that golem? The man said it killed it's last master... I'd really rather that not happen to you."
"Why, my dear ser, I'd almost say you were worried about me," Kallian smiled as she stood up with her soup, "But, don't worry. I understand your concern. I don't intend for that golem to hurt anyone. Shale can fight with us, and the first sign of it turning on any of us, it's rubble."
Before Alistair could reply, Kallian was off towards a nearby tree. It was jus
KJ: Little bit of history."What are you writing?"
Kallian slapped her journal shut, going a little rigid, "Nothing!"
Alistair continued to stare over her shoulder, "No, no, I'm pretty sure you wrote something there. Unless you wrote 'nothing' down on that paper."
"Exactly. I wrote 'Nothing' down. As that's what happened recently. A whole lot of nothing."
Alistair sat down beside her with his usual playful grin, "I don't know, curing werewolves, killing mad old men. That counts as nothing?"
"Weeeell," Kallian replied, slipping her journal away, "We turned the werewolves into humans, so there's nothing left of the curse. An--"
"And killed the old man into nothingness?"
"Right. Whole lotta nothin'!"
"Is this how you two entertain yourselves?" a voice drawled nearby. Kallian looked over at the witch from the wilds and grinned.
"Too much laughing for your tastes, Morrigan? And what draws you from your hide-a-way?"
Morrigan pursed her lips and tossed something at the elf's feet. The Grey Warden quirked an eyeb
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