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JayRain's challenge: Write a Twitter-style story. Tales of the Wardens after the Blight, in 140 characters or less (not counting spaces). P.S: "Tonsil tennis" = kissing. Such a wonderfully quaint expression.
Alistair/Warden, Nate/Velanna, Nate/Bethany
The Commander's second arrives, holding a sword and...a cheese sandwich.
"Oi, Chantry-boy!" Their (bright red) second-in-command is being chased by a laughing blond mage.
Nathaniel wakes to find his trousers being eaten by that bloody cat. Again. Do they even do that?
Oghren seems to have made another of his euphemisms just for their noble leaders - "Stamina training. Heh-heh."
"Sodding cat!" Oghren is seen chasing Ser Pounce-A-Lot with a battleaxe.
He is found frozen and melting back to his angry self soon afterwards.
It surprises no-one when they find the mage's bed empty and his bloody cat with a note for the Commander.
However, it surprises Nathaniel when he finds her red-eyed and yelling at her second in her quarters.
Said second is soon spotted "playing tonsil tennis", as the mage would put it, with the Commander in the training ground.
He sits, and remembers Velanna's smile. And her ears - he rather liked her ears. Anders was right.
Another surprise for young Howe: He misses the mage. And he pets the bloody cat. Not that he'd ever admit it.
One day, there's a new and beautiful recruit... Betty? No, Bethany. She gives him a smile. He finds he's returning it.
It isn't much of a surprise when Oghren invents a new euphemism just for them.