Discalmer: I own zero rights to names to story orgin. This all fictional work and all names and likeness are owned by Bioware.
This is my fun what if. Everyone seems to like Tegan, so if you do, you might not want to read this fanfic. Lol. But i have fun writing this and any comments would be greatly appereaced. Thank you and enjoy the read. Also, warning, long chapters. Enjoy.
Alistair was in the stables playing with the puppies, trying to train them on how the best way to take down an opponent. The puppies were more interested in yipping at his heels than actually learning. "No, you foolish dog, you jump on their chest like this." He picked up a pup and held him to his chest, "Then you growl like this 'arrrrrrg!'" The pup licked his face. "NO you're supposed to be terrifying, not loving silly dog." But the pup insisted on loving, not fighting. He looked at the mother dog, "Sheira, make them be mean." Sheira inquisitively tiled her head at Alistair and panted. "After all, you're mean." Sheria straightened up and let out a low growl. "What I meant was…" Sheria didn't care. She looked away from Alistair and panted once again. "Some help you are." Alistair looked at the pup that was close to his chest. The other four pups were jumping on his legs trying to get his attention as much as the other. The one he was holding let out a belch in his face. Alistair thrust the dog away from him, "Eww, dog breath."
Something that resembled a smile appeared on Sherias face.
A high pitched squeal came from the stable doors. "Puppies!" All the dogs, including the Alistair looked at the little girl. The pups were the first to move. A horde of four puppies attacked the little girl demanding attention and love. Even the pup in Alistair's hands squirmed away to reach the little girl. Sheria stood up. Eyes serious. Carefully watching the little girl. Alistair couldn't help but do the same. She had long black hair that was styled with tight curls. Blue eyes. Bluer than Lake Calahand had ever been, to Alistair's memory. She smiled as she picked up one of the puppies. Her cheeks were pink and her lips red. She's pretty. Alistair thought to himself. Until he looked at what she was wearing. A light blue dress with intricate bead work and satin ribbons on the dress and in her hair. With, what he assumed to be, the finest fabric in all of Ferelden. Maby even Theadas. Even her shoes looked high soveren. Suede maby. She defiantly screamed high class, and she desperately screamed noble. Then why is she in the stables. She's probably just here to rub her money and family in my face. But I still out rank you…kindof.
"Are they yours?" The little girl was looking at Alistair, tanned with short blonde hair and hazel eyes. Dirt stuck to his face and straw to his back. He was cute though.
"No, they're Sheria's." Alistair pointed to the big, scary looking dog.
Theresa grew scared and put the puppy down that she was holding. Sheria grew closer to Theresa. She was scared but refused to run. Alistair knew that Sheria just wanted to smell the girl and not harm her, but Theresa didn't. Theresa looked the dog in face and stood her ground. Sheria grew closer. Theresa was the same size as the full grown dog. Sheria stared Theresa down. Sheria barked loudly and scared Theresa so badly that fell on her rear. The puppies attacked her again giving her wet licks to her face and legs. Sheria soon joined in on the fun. Sheria licked the little girls whole face in one lick. Theresa fell back and started laughing. The pups were at her face licking and nipping at her. She put her arms up for defense but it did little good. One pup even went so far as to start pulling on the hem of her dress. Another started on the other side of her dress and ripped it. But Theresa was laughing the whole time.
All Alistair could do was watch and laugh to himself. Looks like the noble fell off her horse.
"Help me, they won't stop." Theresa was still laughing though.
Alistair sighed to went to give her a hand. "You know, the marbri are vicious, killing creatures and shouldn't be played with." Theresa took Alistair's hand and he helped her up.
"You lie, Sheria wouldn't hurt me even if she wanted to." Theresa reached up her hand to pet Sheria. She gave a low growl. Theresa dropped her hand and hid behind Alistair. "Maby you're right." Theresa was peering over Alistair's shoulder, watching Sheria. Sheria picked up one of her pups and went back to where she was laying down. The pup she was trying to bath was restless and tried to get back to Theresa, but Sheria kept a hold on the pup. The other four started a brawl and left the two children alone.
Alistair turned around to face the little girl. "What are you doing in the stables?" Alistair asked.
"Oh, well, umm…" Theresa looked down at her feet. She felt like she was being scolded. Something about someone towering over her asking questions reminded her of her mother when she had a temper about Theresa choosing to play with swords rather than dolls. "Daddy said that he had business to discuss with the Arl and asked me to leave. So I left and came here."
"But, why the stables?"
Theresa looked up and met his gaze. His eyes are pretty. Theresa shrugged her shoulders, "Idontknow."
The little girl had dirt on her face and clothes and straw in her hair. Alistair looked away from her. "You shouldn't be here. You look like a mess now."
Theresa looked down at herself. It was true. She had dirt on her new dress that her mother told her not get dirty and had tears in the over skirt. She looked back up at Alistair. "So?"
Alistair looked back at her questioningly. What kind of noble is she? All of a sudden without any reason, her face lit up.
"Lets play!" Theresa had a huge smile on her face. Eyes full of hope.
"I don't do tea parties." Alistair said flatly and crossed his arms over his chest.
The girl rolled her eyes. "No silly. I mean play! You can play can't you?"
Alistair threw up and eyebrow. "What did you want to play?"
"Umm…." What haven't I played in a while? "oh, we can play guard and bandit. But I get to be the bandit, okay?"
"No. Besides I don't play with girls. They're…" Alistair looked the girl over, "weird."
"I'm not weird I promise. Please. Please play with me. No one in the castle will. They say I'm to deli…dela…"
"Delicate?"
"Yea, and they say that the games I want to play aren't lady like. So please, play with me, I'm so board here."
Alistair huffed and walked away. Theresa stomped her foot and stormed out of the stables. Good riddance. Alistair went back to, or at least got started, on cleaning the stables like he was supposed to.
A few moments went by and the little girl was back. She was holding lumber of some sort.
"Hey, can we play now?" and dropped the wood in front of Alistair.
Alistair's eyebrows shoy up in disbelief. "These are the soldiers training weapons. How did you get them?"
"I asked silly. So can we play?" Theresa bent over and picked up two of the mock up daggers and took her stance. "Avast ye guard!"
"Wait, you just asked for these?"
"Yea."
"That works?"
"I…guess…so… come on, let's play!"
Alistair held the rake in his hand and looked around the stables. He looked at the little girl who was having a difficult time trying to look serious. Then he looked at the training small shield and sword. "Fine. I guess work can come later."
Theresa dropped her stance. "Really? You'll play with me?" Her face lit up with hope again.
"Yes." Alistair put the rake away and picked up the wooden shield and sword. He's never used training weapons before so he didn't know what to do and fumbled a little with the shield.
"You ready?" Theresa held her stance.
"Yea." Alistair tried to mimic what he had seen soldiers doing to take his own stance.
"GO!"
Theresa came at him. Alistair tried to block most of her attacks with the shield and it seemed to have worked. He dropped his shield so that he could get a clear shot of the girl but she wasn't in front of him anymore.
Bonk.
Alistair had been hit on the back of the head. "Oww."Rubbing the place where Theresa had hit him. "That hurt you know?"
Theresa giggled at the little boy. His face was all scrunched up. "It's supposed to hurt. My daddy said that every time you get hurt, it's a lesson on what not to do the next time." Theresa continued to giggle.
Alistair hit the girl in the arm with the fake sword.
"Oww." It was Theresa turn to rub a wound.
"What did we learn?" Alistair asked cockily.
Theresa thought about it for a minute. "Not to laugh at you and your pain and your inability to use a shield and your…oww stop that. We aren't even fighting right now."
Alistair gave her a bemused smile.
"Wanna go again?"
Alistair looked up at met her eyes. "Ready?" the two children took their stance.
"Set." Theresa had a grin on her face.
"Go." They both stood still. The other expecting the other to foolishly rush forward. Instead they circled. Carefully watching the others movements. Alistair side stepped, the girl was defiantly knew what she was doing. One dagger above her head pointed at him, the other was relaxed by her side. She showed no weakness. And there it was, she crosses her legs when she steps. Wait for it, wait. Alistair took another side step which caused her to step as well. Alistair moved fast when her legs crossed. Theresa was startled and fell backwards tripping over her feet. He was quickly upon her with his sword at her throat. Theresa looked up and was surprised and scared.
A low growl came from beside them. It wasthe pup, staring at Alistair with death in its eyes. "Hey, I thought you were on my side." Alistair joked. And then, clapping from behind them. Alistair whipped around with his wooden sword at the ready. Theresa looked around Alistair. It was just Fergus. Why is he clapping?
"Good job, boy-oh, good job." Fergus said while clapping and moving towards them. "Who taught you how to fight like that?"
Alistair noticed the delicate tunic Fergus was wearing and bowed. "No one, young sir. I picked it up."
"Please, don't bow to me. There's no reason for that." Fergus placed his hand on Alistair's shoulder. Alistair looked up and saw kindness and amusement in his eyes. "You know, I think you are the first person to beat my little sister in who is close to her age group." Fergus smiled, "Then again, she is eight."
Theresa shot up and stomped her foot. "My birthday is in two weeks and you know it."
Fergus looked at his little sister. Dirt on her face, rips in her new, expensive dress, straw in her now a mess of hair. "I know little sister, I know."
"I'm sorry ser, I didn't know she was your sister. I…I apologize for hurting her."
Fergus looked at the boy. The poster child of farm boys everywhere. His hair was un kept, no shoes, mud clinging to his face, woolen tunic and trousers. For someone with no formal training, he held the fake sword like it was his own. "What is your name?"
"Alistair, ser."
"How old are you?"
"Twelve, ser."
"Well, Alistair of Redcliff, I quite enjoyed your duel. How did you know how to take her down?"
Alistair scratched his head. "Umm, I'm not sure, ser. I just went with my gut."
Fergus crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow. "Did you?"
Alistair dropped his head. Went with my gut? How stupid can I be? "Ye…Yes ser."
"You'll make a fine knight someday."
Alistair's head shot up and looked at Fergus. "Truly, ser? I mean I am but a stable boy and would settle for a soldier."
Fergus held up his hand in protest. "No, your skill will be unrivaled but only if you practice every day. I will talk to my father and see if Highever has an opening for a skilled warrior such as yourself."
Alistair was beaming. "Thank you, ser. Truly."
"Think nothing of it."
Theresa squealed and clapped her hands. "This means we can play together every day. I'm so happy!" Alistair turned his head to look at her. Even with the dirt on her face, she was…kind of cute.
"Come little sister, mother needs to speak with you. Although, given the state that your dress is in, I'm sure that it will be more than a few, quiet words."
"Do I have to? I want to keep playing with Alistair!" Theresa was whining.
Fergus sighed, closed his eyes and shook his head. "Yes, now come along." Fergus held his hand out for his sister to hold. Theresa ran to her brother and took his hand.
"Hang on." She let go of Fergus's hand and ran to Alistair. She bowed before him. "Thank you for this fight ser knight." She stood up and giggled.
"And what's your name?"
"Theresa Coulsand of Highever, daughter of Teryan Bruce Couland."
"Well then, Miss Theresa Cousland, it was an honor to have this battle with you." Alistair put his hand that was still holding the wooden sword over his heart and bowed to her. Theresa giggled and turned back to Fergus and took his hand.
On the way out, a pup was trailing after them. Theresa was the first to notice. "Stay." But the pup continued to follow them.
"Stay!" She commanded. But the pup still followed. Theresa stopped. Fergus turned to see what she was yelling at. A Marbri pup. It has apparently imprinted on his little sister. Theresa turned and looked at Fergus with hope in her eyes. "Can we keep it, please." Her face was so earnest, who could say no to that. Well, Fergus could.
"I don't know. Will you look after it?"
"Of course, I'll feed it and bathe it every day!"
"Well, I don't know." Fergus loved to tease his little sister.
"Please, I promise I'll protect it and keep it safe."
Fergus turned to look at Alistair, still standing there with his wooden sword and shield in his hands. He began to wonder if she was talking about the dog or the boy. Fergus turned back to his sister. "You'll have to ask father, you know?"
Theresa took a sudden intake of air with a huge smile on her face. "Okay!" She bent over and picked up the dog. She cradled him in her arms like a baby but the dog didn't seem to mind. She looked back up at Fergus ready to find her father's path of approval. This girl gets everything she wants. Fergus snickered to himself. He turned and saw the boy still standing there with a dreamily smile on his face. Or in the very least, I hope she does.
Alistair was still in shock that she was so kind to him. Maby not ALL nobles are as bad the Arelessa. Then again, she is young. Alistair waved the thought away. Sure that Theresa's brother was just poking fun at him. He felt so stupid, showing his gratitude for something that may never happen. Uhg, how thick can I get? But still, she was kind and full of hope. I hope she is like that for the rest of her life. I hope, no, I wish that she never changes. Even if her brother does talk to the Teryan, I want to be the best Knight for you. Alistair looked at the wooden sword in his hand and made a mental vow to always serve and protect Her Lordship Miss Theresa Cousland of Highever. When he looked up, he saw that the Fergus was watching him. Alistair knew he was wearing a goofy grin, but didn't care who saw it.
"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" He knew that call before he even saw her face. No matter how hard her mother tries, she will never be able to contain her spirit and conform to the "Noble" ways. He turned and saw that his precious angel looked like she was thrown down from heaven by the Maker himself. The Teryan found it hard to remove the smile on his face.
"Daddy, look. It's a puppy! Can I keep it?" She thrust the dog upward for her father to see. Theresa's eyes full of hope and wonder. He wished that it never disappeared.
"Where did you find her?" Bruce asked, looking at his dirty daughter.
"In the stables!" cried Theresa.
"Both of them, actually." Fergus was on her trail and appeared next to his sister. The Teryan looked perplexed. He looked at his son, then his daughter.
"What were you doing in the stables, honey?"
"I was adventuring, like you and mama used to do!"
"Which reminds me, father, I'd like to discuss with you something else that she discovered in the stables."
Theresa looked up at Fergus, ready to explode with information. "No," said Fergus, "I will tell him. I gave my word, and a Cousland never goes back on their word. You understand?"
Theresa looked down and pouted, "Yes, brother, I understand."
Fergus looked down to his sister and smiled. He looked up to see his Fathers accepting eyes and genuine smile. "So father, can she keep the pup? She has promised to take care of it and protect it with her life."
Bruce Cousland looked down to see his daughters hope filled and, ironically, puppy dog eyes. Who could say no to that face? The Teryan thought. Then he looked at Fergus. Fergus maby. Teryan gave a heavy sigh and kneeled before his daughter. "Well, Theresa, since you found the pup in the Arls stables, perhaps you should ask him? After all, it is rightfully his dog."
Theresa was overjoyed. "Where is the Arl, Daddy, I want to ask right away."
Teryan turned his daughter around and pointed to Arl Eammond. "Right there, dear. Go ask and use your manners that you never use, okay?"
"Okay Daddy." Theresa walked up to Eammond with the pup clutched between her hands and chest.
Eammond was smiling at the innocence of this little girl. She reminded him of Alistair, his pure heart and willingness to do what was right around him. Wait, did she see him in the stables with the Marbri? Did he give her one? Maker, he knows they have to be imprinted and not passed out like toys. What if this pup isn't imprinted? He'll have to take it back and watch this poor girl cry. And then he'll have to take it back to the stables and watch Alistair cry. Maker, I hope this pup is imprinted.
When Theresa arrived at to the Arl, he was lost in thought. He's scary. I don't want to do this anymore. What if he takes puppy away from me? Theresa shook her head to try to get rid of the idea. It never hurt to ask. Fergus told her that, and she felt brave again.
"Arl Eammond?"
The Arl looked down to see the pure blue eyes of this child. "Yes, Lady Cousland?"
Theresa almost laughed. He called me lady. Theresa bowed to him. "If it is to be alright with you, I would like to care for this pup." Theresa straightened up and looked Eammond in the eyes. His eyes are like the sky.
Eammond kneeled down in front of her and put his hands on her shoulders. "My dear lady, do you know of the Marbri choosing of imprinting?"
Theresa nodded. "They choose their masters who they think will best lead them, right?"
"Exactly, you are very smart."
Theresa bowed her head, "Thank you ser."
"Then you know that we have to put you through a test to see if the dog is actually imprinted to you, yes?"
Theresa panicked; she was never really good at her studies. "What kind of test?"
The Arls eyes were reassuring. "A simple one. Would you like to do it?"
Theresa nodded again. The Arl stood up and looked at her.
"Put the pup down." Theresa did so. The puppy gave a small yip and wanted to be held again.
"Now, tell her to stay and take three steps back."
"Okay." Theresa looked at the dog. She held out her hand, her palm toward the pup. "Stay." The pup sat down and watched her take three steps away from it. Theresa never took her eyes off the puppy. She desperately wanted to keep her. "What do I do now, ser."
"Hold still."
"Okay." She felt cold metal against her neck. Theresa froze. The puppy stood a looked at the Arl growled as low it could and rushed him. The pup tried to knock him down but was too small, but the pup never gave up. Finally, after three head butts and puppy bites, the Arl removed his blade from Theresa's neck and placed it back in its sheath. Theresa let out a breath that she didn't know she was holding. She felt tears welling up in her eyes.
"ARL EAMMOND, was that really necessary? Such drastic steps just to ensure one of your purebred Marbri was imprinted?" Fergus was infuriated. His hand was on his own blade, ready to kill the Arl had he so much as even nicked his little sister.
Theresa was inspired by her big brother to show so much love and protection over her. She thanked him and the Maker many times in her head.
"Yes, had I not, the puppy never would have proved that it was willing to protect. It is still in its stage of life where all it knows is love and compassion. I wanted to ensure that the pup would protect its master, just as sure as I am that's its master will protect her hound." Eammond looked at Theresa and smiled. He knelt back down and scooped up the pup in one hand and handed it back to Theresa. "Treat her well, and she will always be faithful." Theresa accepted the pup and ran back to hide behind her father. He's scary. I wanna go home now.
The Teryan put his hand on Fergus's shoulder and squeezed lightly. Fergus removed his hand from his blade and stormed out of the room.
Teryan looked behind him and found his frightened daughter. "Theresa dear…"
Theresa looked up at her father, gripping the dog as close as possible to her.
"Go find your mother; I'm sure that she wishes to speak to you."
"Yes, father." Theresa set her pup down and ran to find her mother with the puppy not far behind.
Bruce gave a tired sigh. He looked to the Arl. "Bruce, I'm sorry but I had to be sure."
Bruce held his hand up in protest. "It's okay, I understand. However, my son has just informed me of a boy in your stables who seems to know his way around a blade quite well."
"I want a girl he says. I want a princess he says. I want to make you happy and give you a lady he says. HAHA bah. Look at you. Didn't I tell you not to go rolling around in the mud like a nug?"
Theresa looked at her shoes and dirty dress. "Yes mother."
"Didn't I tell you that you need to stay clean for only a couple of hours so that you can look presentable to Tegan?"
"Yes mother."
"Didn't I tell you how important this was to me and your father?"
"Yes mother."
"Then why do you appear to me in what was once a very expensive dress now torn to rags?"
"I was playing mother. I didn't realize that it got dirty."
"Were you rolling on the ground?"
"Yes mother."
"Then it will get dirty." Elenor sighed heavily. "Maker, what am I to do with you?"
Theresa thought quickly and looked at her mother. "Not put me in anymore dresses?" Theresa smiled sheepishly.
Her mother frowned at her with a hard line. "Nice try. Now what am I to do with you? You can't meet Tegan looking like that." She paused for a moment. Elenor shot up with a loud "AH-HA" and ran to her child's room. Theresa slowly followed, expecting an onslaught on dresses to fall on her.
Theresa walked into her room and saw that her mother was looking at her leather armor. Small as it was, it was to prepare her for when she did become a real soldier. "Umm, mother, are you feeling okay?"
"I remember hearing that his mother wanted a real woman for her boy. And since you always want to prove that you're a boy, what better way to prove that you're an independent woman than to wear your armor?"
Theresa was confused trying to follow her mothers logic. "I…guess…"
Her mother threw her leather armor at her. "Put it on."
"OKAY!" Wait, this could be a trap. "I mean, if you think it's going to prove that I'm im...impendent?"
"Of course its going to work. Men love independence. They always want what they cant have, and if you can prove that you don't want him, then it will speed up the process of us getting this treaty signed faster." She sighed. "I'm a genius."
But I want Alistair to play with me not Tegan. Tegan's not fun at all. "Yes mother."
"Quickly child, we don't have much time. Where are you daggers?"
Theresa panicked. "Mother I don't have daggers. You told me that the next time you saw me with them you would…" Her mother cut her off with a cold glare and a hard frown. Theresa sighed, Lie and hope that she never finds out and possibly get in worse trouble, or tell the truth and get in less. "Top drawer mother." Theresa finished all her buckles when her mother gave her her dagger to put on.
"Now give me your war face." Her mother insisted.
Theresa was confused. "My what?"
"Your war face Theresa, let me see your war face."
"Uhh…"
Her mother let out a bellowing of a cry to the heavens that felt like it shook the castle.
"Now that's a war face."
"Mother, are you feeling okay?"
Theresas mother put her face in her palm while Theresa attached her dagger. She rubbed the bridge of her nose and looked at her little girl. Princess, who is he kidding?
"Mommy, can I ask you something?" Her eyes were sad.
"What is it dear?"
"I saw a boy in the stables. We had a duel and…"
"Is that why your beautiful, fifteen soveren, interacted bead work, satin ribbon dress is all torn to shreds?"
Theresa looked at her feet. "Yes mother."
She sighed. "So you dueled, and then what."
Theresa looked up to her mother, "He beat me."
Her mother was shocked. Of all the stories that Theresa had told, she won. Never has Theresa ever admitted to defeat. "What happened?"
Theresa looked down again. "I tripped over my own feet."
Her mother tried to stifle a laugh. I'm going to hell. "And then…?"
"Fergus said he was good enough to be a knight and that he would talk to father. But I want him to come to the castle anyways. I don't care if he becomes a knight, I…I just want a friend."
Surely they can not be friends long without …the facts of life kicking in. Her beautiful daughter, though still covered in dirt, was sad and looking at her feet. Was castle life so lonely for her? "Theresa, Couslands look down to nothing and no one." She lifted her daughters face to look into her loving husbands eyes that were graciously passed down to her. "What was his name Theresa?"
"Alistair."
Princess indeed.
Theresa walked nervously into the main hall, wearing her familiar armor; thank the maker, to meet her betrothed. Her new pup walking beside her the whole time. She gave her little confidence, but not enough to overcome the fear that she was feeling. Her hands were fidgety and sweating. I hate this. She kept her eyes down. She didn't want to see her future playing out before her eyes like this. She stopped in the middle of the hall and looked up. It was Tegan. His arms were crossed over his chest and looking off in another direction. Tegan: the brother of Arl Eammond, who only moments ago had his dagger to her throat. She didn't like Redcliff anymore. Tegan finally looked at her and scoffed. Leather armor on an eight year old. Ugh, my eight year old. Ugh, I feel dirty. Never mind the fact that I'm ten years older than she is. And I have to wait another ten years before she even comes of age. Great idea brother! I hope she doesn't expect me to stay celibate.
Theresa curtsied, "Good evening Ser Tegan." And stood up. I feel dirty.
Teagan bowed to her, "Good evening Lady Theresa."
Alistair walked into the castle hoping to get some food, well, cheese, from the larder. He lpassed by the main hall and looked in. A little kid in armor was bowing to Tegan. Alistair kept walking. Wow, sucks to be that guy…Wait… Alistair took a step back. The black hair was pulled into a bun. But that profile, that's Miss Coulsand. What is she doing? Alistair looked for the Arlessa. She was at the back of the room. Looking quite smug. Alistair ran around the outside of the wall and found and opening behind the Arelessa and looked in. What in the makers name is she doing?
Arl Eammond was the first to speak. "Good, we are all here, we can start the agreements."
Bruce Cousland smiled at his wife and she to him. "It is obvious that Theresa will stay in Highever until she becomes of age. Three months after her eighteenth birthday, the wedding between Theresa and Tegan will be done. As long as this pack is withheld, we will forever be at peace with one another. Fair deal?"
No. thought Theresa
Makers Breath No! Shouted Tegan in his head.
"That sounds wonderful. I will have the document drawn up and for the parents to sign, since Theresa is too young to do it legally." Announced Eammond.
Everyone except for Fergus, Theresa, and Tegan were ecstatic. Peace for at least ten years and then more when they wed.
Alistair sighed to himself. Figures. Dumb luck. And kept walking.
Theresa looked up and behind Tegan she saw Alistair in a passage way and she smiled to him. He didn't look at her and kept walking. Her smile faded. She went back to looking at the cobblestone floor.
Three months later…
Fergus carried his sister to her room. Ali followed closely behind him. A day of studying and practice with blades tires her so. Fergus gently laid her on the bed and tucked her in. Ali jumped up on her bed and snuggled close to her master. Theresa's eyes opened up. Fergus smiled but she didn't.
"He's not coming is he?" Her eyes were so sad. Her voice was weak, but her eyes. Deep regret and sorrow lingered there. He could lie to make her feel better. To make the world butterflies and rainbows for her again. Maby. But it would be a world with fake flowers and smudged dreams. Fergus hung his head. He sighed deeply at his sisters remorse. He shook his head. "No."
Theresa rolled over with her back to her brother. Fergus rubbed her back for a while and left. Theresa tried to remember the face of her one true friend. She knew he was tanned, she knew had blonde hair and she knew he had pretty eyes, but no picture came. Even worse, she couldn't even remember his name. She sighed and figured maby it was for the best, and fell asleep.
