This is me attempting to get a grasp on the characters.

If I may introduce Sulwen Amell and Trava Surana. Yes, these are both real names, it took me hours of beating my skull against the walls of baby-namedom.

All characters within are property of BioWare, any entertainment I get out of them earns me no money, nor fame beyond: "Oh good flaming, bleeding scotsman; that woman is a disgrace to our species, she should be dealt with." Followed by tomatoes and fish-guts flung at my head. Still hungry? Thought not.

Not beta'd, suggestions and corrections are welcome.

Watching You Watching Him

Sulwen heaved a melodramatic sigh, the likes of which are only achieved by young women in love. "He's so handsome," she breathed.

Trava glanced through his forelock from his learning text, "Wh-o?" He asked in his halting way. Jowan beside him rolled his eyes in masculine disgust.

"Who do you think, silly?" She grinned at her younger elven friend, sending his heart soaring.

Jowan snorted, "Anders?" He asked, flipping idly through a chapter he should have been reading.

"No, you daft goose," she snapped. "I'm talking about Ser Cullen; just look at him." She was back to staring dreamily at the young man. "He looks so dashing in his armor."

Jowan was attempting not to choke on his own spit. "Are you mental? He's a Templar!"

"It's forbidden," Trava added, shivering in his over-sized robes, wide-eyed with horror. Jowan flinched and coughed a bit before he continued.

"He's a Templar, Sully; he'd never even consider getting together with an apprentice mage." He busied himself with shuffling papers, as if he considered the matter settled.

Sulwen cast an indignant eye over her two friends. "Of course, I know that. I'm not an imbecile." She barely allowed them a moments relief before she was off again. "That's why I'm waiting until my Harrowing to pursue him."

Trava squeaked and pulled himself further into his robes, as if he would disappear from this madness if he just went far enough in.

"How is that going to make it any better?" Jowan whisper-shrieked. "Instead of being an apprentice mage, you'll be a full-fledged mage!"

"Exactly," she said, completely satisfied with her train of logic. "Once I've gone through my Harrowing, I'll be a better prospect."

"A better target, more like!" Jowan hissed.

She ignored him. "I'll have proven that I'm strong enough to control my magic. It's perfect!"

"Ah-uhm," Trava stuttered, clutching the cloth covering his knees and not meeting her eyes. "What if he doesn't like you back?"

She folded her arms across her chest and set her mouth in a mulish pout. "He does. You might not see it yet, but he does. Besides," here she smiled in a satisfied manner that was all too female. "Doris said she saw him staring at my hips the other day. He dropped his sword, too."

"Oh," Trava murmured, before he dropped his gaze to the runes diagrammed in his book, fighting back dismal tears. Jowan dropped his hand to his shoulder in sympathy, but Sulwen didn't notice. She was back to making eyes at Cullen.

And that's that, until the next few minutes. Aren't I just a busy bee?