The morning was quiet, still and particularly peaceful. Dorian let out a contented sigh as he flipped through the pages of the book in his lap. Just enough sunlight filtered through the window to provide ample illumination for his reading.
"No wait! Come back here!"
And there it went. Five words and the tranquility Dorian often enjoyed at the start of each day vanished. He cringed, nearly tearing the page he was in mid-flip when he jerked from the shock of the shout. From the, unfortunately, familiar voice.
Dorian sighed again. This time, far less contented than before. The owner was not in sight, but if the ever growing thump of footfalls down the nearby passage were anything to go off of he'd see the owner soon enough.
A horrid and ungodly screech echoed off the walls and Dorian groaned, wincing at the harsh noise. One of Leliana's nugs went scooting by at full tilt. His eyes widened as he sat up straighter in the chair, leaning forward to in time to see Vaxus come bearing down around the corner.
"Inquisitor!" he cried.
Yet the call went unheeded for a time. But only a brief time. It took another half a lap, but Vaxus managed to get his hands around the squealing pink⦠thing.
Dorian rubbed his forehead, opening his mouth to speak when the warrior let out a happy whoop. Hands in the air, triumphantly holding the naked pig aloft. His eyes all but bugged out of his head as the scene unfolded.
Mornings never stayed peaceful around Skyhold, but Dorian knew he'd be lying to himself if he said he hated it completely. Underneath it all, he was just happy to see his best friend, his love, still able to enjoy himself in spite of all the burdens leadership had thrust upon him.
