dashing: (♛ gal.)
ᏂᏋᏒᎥᏗᏁ "ᏖᏂᏋ ᏦᎥᏝᏝᏠᎧᎩ" ᏗᎷᏕᏋᏝ ([personal profile] dashing) wrote in [community profile] faderift 2016-10-01 05:33 am (UTC)

tfw you realise you didn't hit "post comment" 15 hours later

They do not relent.

Part of her knew they would not, knew Dalish to be as relentless as an ocean current, fit to drag you beneath the surface, silence you, drown you. The ocean was not merciful, nor was she kind; she dashed ships to pieces, and housed all manner of monstrosities.

That she expected does not mean it brings her any measure of joy or satisfaction. Her mouth sets into a firm line - there is no time to say that it was worth it to protect these people if they could, or that she would never give the Dalish the satisfaction of having an excuse to turn against her. A declaration was made, peace offered, and now they must do all in their power to protect the people with them. (The foreign elf, she suspects, may be an obstacle, the nobleman may be of use or may a burden, and Lady Vauquelin and her maid were untrained. So it was two warriors to count upon and herself, so far as she could calculate it.)

The archers are far - too far to immediately reach with her blade. She slams the base of her staff (it's not at all creepy, promise) to the ground, as flames engulf the feet of the archers, sudden and climbing fast, and a second heartbeat drums over her own.

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