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THe story takes place just like the game at Weishappt before King Calian and the traitor. And is from the prospective of the orginal character. Please note the idea for this came from the idle dialog that they have between characters in game about the grey warden's astride their griffons.
Four days Before…
The ornate jeweled, pale, slender hand caressed the horses neck lovingly as her violet eyes stared up at; "Weishaupt." She stated almost to a sad, musical undertone. Clicking her tongue sent the palfrey in to a slow cantor down the hill thru the long winter grasses; till the gates awaiting not that far below. Her cloak's silver stitching glittering in the moonlight, she rode many nights, not resting till she arrived. Her duty, and her pride were riding on this as well the duty that she swore to so long ago. Her faithful companion, her white stead, aptly named Andraste quickened the pace. Their excitement mixed together as the ivory bones rose up from the valley.
"Who goes there?" The guard at the wooden gates bellowed.
Siobhan pulled gently back on the leather reigns as they slowed. The horse bobbing from side to side, to anxious to get her precious cargo to its intended spot, digging a hoof in to the ground. The head swayed, gnawing at its bit. "I am here to see the Grey Warden." She drawled, sleepily out. Shifting herself on the mount, causing her garbs to chime softly with the labored movements.
The guard looked at her as if she was delirious, 'there were no Grey wardens in camp.' His hand reached out to grab the reigns from the delirious woman. 'Stupid woman go back to the brothels,' he thought to himself.
Andraste nickered in warning as Siobhan patted her neck trying to soothe the beast's worries away. "You are to close Ser." She smirked as the horse's head bobbed, swayed and stilled. Hearing his bellow as Siobhan laughed at his pain. "She bites. You will allow me in, and I will give you an affirmation of your future."
The Guard arched a brow as he looked at her. "You are of the magi sort?"
She canted her head softly, 'That is an odd way to ask if I am a mage, do you fear them so that you must degrade the gifts they are given.' She regarded the guard a moment longer then her eyes drifted over to those inside. "I am no more or no less what I am made to be." She chuckled softly behind a jeweled hand at his confusion.
A gentle breeze, almost like a hand whipped up, gentle pulling the cloaks hood down, Siobhan let it slide down the silky tresses of color like that of a young iron bark tree. Her features lightened. She had lived many years, though never aged, and most likely live man more. Her smiled stilled. Gems from her hair covering and gasps that gathered her plaits and rungs, glittered then seemed to steal the moon light's gentle kisses. Her black and silver stitched cloak rustled for a moment more then there was no more breeze.
"Andraste's knickers." He barked out and looked up to Siobhan. His green eyes went wide starring at the youth on the horse. He should turn her away, but couldn't. He should speak, but didn't. He stayed still. A hard swallow, and a small nod.
Siobhan laughed at the blasphemy, then bowed her head. Her left hand holding tight to the reigns. Andraste could sense the dark spawn in the valley beyond Weishaupt making the stead nervous. Beyond its white stone skeleton. Her voice was soft and barely over a whisper. Allowing only him, her and Andraste hear what he needed to hear. "Andrew; you will die one day. In the service of King and country. Your name like many who felled before you will be on the tongues of low and nobles alike. There will be great sadness, but great hope will come of your sacrifice. And in so, you name will be heard till it blows away many centuries later. Yours is a tale I will hear many times." She read his aura plain as a book the pang of sadness touched her heart, but his death would be a quick one. At least that was afforded in such a short life.
Andrew looked at her, his hand fell to his side, even if it was still throbbing. Squaring his shoulders back, holding his head high. Siobhan know that he did not hear everything she had said. But fame, glory, and honor. She sighed softly as she nudged her horse forward. The guard now seemed not to notice her. Siobhan frowned as she looked over her slim shoulder, her cheek rubbing against the ruffle of cloak. Seeking comfort. Whispering. "I am sorry my friend that in two days, that your affirmation will come…" She turned forward in her mount. Facing the long, decayed bridge to the fortress. "true."
There was tents of various colors and sizes. The grander ones were embroidered boasting the birth and station of its residents. The fires glowing brightly beating back the darkness, and countless bodies. All moving, swaying. Parlaying, blocking. Moving here or there. Some where praying. The camp seemed to still be drawing in its life's breathe. Countless lives she can see snipped in the days to come. This gave her no comfort, it shamed her that she could not warm them for the life's end, and she could not warn them. Every time before she tried; the words would falter, and cause her pain. This she had to except, a thing she could not change.
They rode to pen where other valiant stead's were kept. Siobhan slide down off of Andraste's back. The hard clink of her mael boots hit the ground, smoothing out the dark cloak she looked to the young elf who was playing the part of stable boy. A dark, shadow crossed over him, even though he was in the moonlight. It shone on him, bathing him in brilliant white light. He almost looked serene.
He looked a bit irate when she stood there. Ignoring his first question and starring at him. But it wasn't the kind of stare that was out of anger, deception, or malcontent. "My Lady do you wish for me to brush your friend?'
Siobhan blinked, clasping his shoulder softly to avoid pain caused by her jewels and babbles. Nodding softly, as she tried to compose herself. Death was close at hand. She felt it, tasted it. 'So many innocents.' She smiled to him looking sleepily. "Yes please, she likes a bit of curry comb with some oats. If you can make sure she isn't caged I shall …." She paused. She sworn a oath. She fought the sadness under her breast bone. It wasn't fair. The innocents shouldn't have to die needlessly.
The elf boy looked up at her. As if by magic, the moon caressed her features. Her brown hue hair reminded him of the tree in the alien-age. Her violet eyes, he liked them the most. They reminded him of a stone he once saw around his mother's neck. 'it's a common stone, you find them in road when you step. But her eyes they are like them. But there is silver sadness in her eyes.' He nodded softly. "I shall make sure she is well cared for."
Siobhan nodded. Moving away from the boy. Sighing as she wrapped her arms around her middle. Hugging herself tight. She shared his memory when he found a common a shiny, purple stone with his mother; he had not seen in so many years. Smiling at that gift. Reliving moments of those who were heading home; their happiness, their joy, their sorrows, their heart aches. She relived them with them. This was a happy memory as she was the young boy. Her eyes had triggered that.
The silver flecks.
She crossed the grounds idlely passing the knights from Denerim. The leaders of the Ash warriors. The kennels for the mabari war hounds. Then she slowed to a sudden stop. The Grey warden may of not been here yet, but she set up their camp. Making sure the fire burned bright to ward off the darkness that seemed to drive her. Quickly returning to her stead, the elf had stood there waiting, a grin creasing his features as he held out the saddle bags.
"She told me you would be coming back to get these. I made sure that they were ready."
Siohban nodded, taking the bags from his waiting, extended arms. "You have a curious gift."
The elf nodded, then turned back to tend to the horses there before running back to doing errands for the humans. She watched him silently for a moment then turned away. Focusing on setting up the tent, and readying the camp for the Grey wardens instead of begging, and pleading for the Maker to change his mind. To grant a miracle, to protect those who needed the protection.
Calian, King of Ferelden with his adviser Teyrn Loghain Mac Tir stopped as she Siobhan stood outside. Dressed in her order's robes. They spoke idlely together studying her. She was at the sight of the Grey warden's but she did not look like Duncan or any other of that order from the tales of old. As the moments drew on, they ignored her and went back to planning the assault on the dark spawn horde in the valley.
Siobhan left her cloak behind on the log near the fire, feeling it be best to be seen at least for the moment. Pushing the plaits and rungs over her shoulders, she must of looked exotic compared to the Sisters of the Chantry. Her own dress was almost like theirs. Though she did not understand the colours of the flame that they wore. For hers were more purples, blues and silvers. She wore the representation of the night, of those that lived thru shadows. Her skirt though was much simpler. Her braided bracelet hands pulled at the material of her skirt, she wore silks and leathers that were cut up to her fluted hips. Where their sun was in golden reverie, hers was a silver and facing the other way. The bodice and sleeve billowed with a glint of male underneath.
"Such disgraceful tastes," one of the Chantry snorted out.
"An imposter in our midst." Another stated.
Siobhan nodded. "That is neither here or there. You wear your clothes of your order. As I am bound to wear mine." Her voice was soft with gentle understanding. Though seething under her skin, Siobhan was quite joyful over the vanities she was given. Low cut male and silks. Luxurious jewels, and strings of precious metals. She was an ornate oracle and guide. Siobhan took no shame in that. Bowing her head gently as the griffin charm resting against her third eye bounced, it glinted for a moment.
A shocked gasp as the reverend mother moved thru the crowd. She had heard stories of the Ladies who were adorned with a griffon upon their head as if it were a circlet. Beauties of poise, gentle wisdom, and a reflection of the Chantry. "My Lady … are you -?"
Siobhan clasped both withered hands of the reverend mother in her soft palms. Kissing both softly, then looking to the woman in the eyes. The grandmotherly features reflected a future that she would not be able to see. Warmth, with a pious nature. Nodding softly, " I am the Lady of the order of Griffons; Reverend Mother."
The reverend mother's green eyes lit up, but even a candle in the wind the light was dimmed. She knew that the Ladies of that particular order only showed up at times of great loss. Frowning softly. "I heard many stories of your patience, and guidance."
Siobhan nodded again. She noted the sadness of the woman's eyes. "And I have seen much of your wisdom, love, and unstoppable faith. I have heard the chant and seen its good." She patted the woman's hands. Then looked to the small group slowly grow larger. She was an oddity. Looking back to the woman. Siobhan knelt down before her. Releasing one of her hands. "Would you grant me a blessing reverend mother?"
The old woman grasped Siobhan's hand tightly. A small worried smile crested her lips as the others bowed to one knee. Lowering their heads in thoughtful contemplation. Raising her right hand up, stretching her fingers out as she had done some many times. Gathering her voice she spoke with conviction. Spoke the blessing that seemed appropriate. Then as soon as she was finished mummers of closure.
Siobhan rose up. Bowing her head softly. "Thank you." But before any questions could be asked she took her leave, wading thru the shadows to seek out the first of many meetings she would have in the days to come. She moved easily undetected even dressed up as a doll in a jeweller's booth in Orlais. She chuckled to herself, in spite how lonely it was to be in a crowd. She was a figment of imagination. A calm in a storm that has yet to come.
Moments later Siobhan felt the tugging on her skirts, three pairs of bright eyes staring up at her. She blinked. Taken back there was children here. Shaking her head as there was no presence in the future of this kind of innocence in need of dieing here. She frowned inwardly as her facial features conveyed a soft motherly smile. "Yes children?" She bent down to their height.
The smallest one with dirt smeared on her cheek licked at her lips, muttering lowly. "Are you a grey warden?"
"No. "
The three looked to each other. Frowning the eldest held the hand of the youth. "If you're not a grey warden…" he paused. Siobhan smiled at the child's wish to try to be polite with curiosity. "Why are you here?"
She chuckled, seeing the Ash warriors not far behind, figuring out that they were children of ash. "I am the Lady of the Griffons." The children gasped. "Have you heard of that order?"
A warrior leader came up. "We don't fill our children's heads with non sense." He sneered, folding up his arms upon his broad chest. Siobhan's eye brow shot up, her stoic expressed flashed as the man laughed.
"Non sense?" She nodded some as she contemplated the statement. Then stood at her full height. Her petite six foot frame matched his height with out a problem. Her violet eyes deepened. "Tell me Warrior that is it such nonsense if a woman is trained in combat as well as keepers of the hearth?' Her mind reeled. 'Nonsense? Nonsense? If I had not given a vow to not engage in lessons unbecoming I would have you on your arse you silly nug herder.' She fumed. But as a habit she schooled her anger.
He scoffed. As did the others with the children. "Oh please… a lady who can whip a ash warrior in heated combat. Tend to griffons, and the sick. Be the first to give strength to those who lack it. And to give comfort to the dead before they die. Such nonsense. Dribble. Bed time stories for the chasind."
Siobhan saw red. Her slender jewelled fettered fisted at her side. Something snapped. Punching him square in the face, knocking him to the ground. Huffing over his body as she stood over him. "Careful of your words Warrior of Ash. Or I shall find ways to prove you wrong."
The warrior went to sweep her feet out from under her, but she jumped out of the way. Drawing a blade out from the sinew of her leg, hidden under her silken skirts. As he got up, he stopped. Her blade. It matched his. The markings were long lost to the family that bore the blades in oath and honour. "Little Lark?"
Siobhan held the blades point to his throat. Her slender fingers gripping its hilt. "I have not heard that name for some time. But since you know it, then I suggest you do not diminish what I am now." She sheave her blade, soothing out the skirts and turned to the children. "And they should be sent home." Siobhan bent down to the youngest of the three. Cupping her hand to the child's ear, as the others strained to hear what she was saying. " I am a lady of the griffon. My name is Siobhan. I use to be Lark. Little Lark. We are not angels, we are the ones who came after the first blight. Like the grey wardens we are." She kissed the child's cheek and gave her a stone from her necklace.
Erin watched her, Little Lark. She had grown so much. Her movements were graceful, as if there was purpose in them. But his jaw throbbed as did his anger. Scoffing at the thought of what she is now rather than what she was. It was a disgrace for some one who had ties to both Weishaupt and the Warriors of Ash to turn their back as she had. The man she had called her father, a man he had called family was removed from the role of a leader because of a liaison between a woman and him. Strength to an Ash warrior wasn't in brawn or brain but in family. That family had lost one, causing a great rift. No matter of the honour in it.
Siobhan looked to him, her eyes were thoughtful. Then she would speak true. She didn't have time to doodle on these matters. " I was given to the order, Erin." Her violet eyes looked to him. But in her blood as it coursed its way thru her body. Something stirred, she turned. There she saw one of the grey wardens. He was dressed as a Templar. The thought tickled her greatly. She nodded to Alistair then was off.
The older ash warrior looked to the children, then to Alistair. "She's right."
He felt the familiar sense in her as he did in Duncan. The taint. Though she was dressed oddly, was there a grey warden Duncan didn't tell him about. But why such peace emanating from her as well as the scent of wildflowers and sunlight. Shaking his head he decided to find something to pass the time in lo of Duncan's arrival.
O-O
Siobhan looked to the King's honour guard. "Is he in?"
The guard nodded, escorting her in side Calian's tent. She bowed her head, but wouldn't speak until it was just the two of them. Calian looked up at her confused and perplexed. Siobhan smiled some. "I need of you to write two letters Calian. You know my order does not interfere unless after death. But I find it… " She paused. She knew the truth. Calian will die. But she made the flow of conversation seemed as she warring with her own vows, and confidences. Striding over to the simply made wooden chair, across from Calian. "hard to for see the future where the Therin bloodline is concerned."
Running his hands thru his sunny locks, tieing them back with a leather thong. "How did you get past my guard and what order is that?" He was still perplexed that she was just let in the tent.
Siobhan chuckled softly, fixing her skirts. "I am Siobhan. I represent the Lady of the Griffon. My order helps guide the dead to peace. So that they do not become malevolent spirits in the fade. Or else where's. " She paused as Calian seemed not to follow her so readily. Rolling her eyes. She dropped the politeness. "Look, write the letters. You know of whom I speak that should receive either one. My role here doesn't matter. What matters is, your future I can transcribe. I will await in Weishaupt with the grey warden Duncan. That is where you shall send word for me to retrieve the letters." She rose up.
Cailan watched her manner change. From a flower gracing the dung heap to a demon with a fury in her eyes. He nodded. Clearing his throat. "I will send a runner to …"
"No, you will send for me. And me alone to trust me with this task. In event of your untimely death. I will deliver both peace and letter. " With that she turned and left.
Calain felt the room drain of hope. She was a foreboding presence. But a calm in a storm was as well. He sat there in his silken tunic with the golden piping. Rubbing his hands nervously over his breeches before pulling out a blank piece of vellum. Dipping the quill in to the ink. He scribbled the first of two letters.
O-O
2 Days Before...
Siobhan sat in the tent, its flaps were open as she watched over the grey warden camp. She saw the recruits. Ser Jory, Daveth, and the young warden Alistair. She moved along the shadows with out no notice or care. With motherly care, she made sure at the fires when they returned; a meal was prepared with fresh bread. And cheese. She watched from the small low table inside the tent. Then looked to the letters under her blade. Her fingers tracing the ornate symbols of fire with the faded words of her family.
Lost in her own thoughts and memories. 'This is your blade Lark. You should never part with it. It will protect you.'
"Who are you?" His burr rumbled behind her; snapping her back from her memory of her father.
Looking up to the canvas of the grand sized tent, she smiled. "Siobhan." Then turned slowly, rising from her spot. She smoothed out her skirts. Gracefully moving to in front of Duncan. "Lady of the Griffon. Grey Warden.."
He regarded her for a moment. His thoughts were confirmed. Things were more dire than they seemed. Sighing. He shut the flaps of the tent. Two days before the grand assault. "I see." He strode past her. His fingers crossing over the letters, noting the hand writing on the fronts as well as the wax seals. His brow arched as he looked at the daggers resting above. "And what is a lady of the griffon doing in Weisshaupt?"
She closed her eyes listening to the burr of his voice. A small smile creased and ebbed away. Opening them. "You know as well as I, we share the taint. The same little birdie that directs you, directed me here to you. " He gave her a doubtful look. Rolling her eyes, she placed her hand on her hip. "Would you rather I give you affirmation of your death? Or an outlet to peace?" Her free hand gesturing demurely as she spoke.
Duncan watched the ornate woman. "At least you did not stow away in my carpets this time." He did not smile nor chuckle as his little jest. Moving to one of the chairs. He sat down; working at the leather straps to the grieves. "So I am to die in the assault?"
Siobhan moved with feline grace to his side. Kneeling to his left as she stilled his hands. "Duncan, you know I can not tell you when you will die. But yes, you will die. I come to grant you peace." She licked at her lips then focused on his grieves, her nimble fingers making short work . Setting the one aside. She worked on the next. Her heart laid heavy.
His warm, ungloved hand touched her cheek. "Siobhan. I will be at peace once I know there is more than just one other grey warden to stop the march of the arch demon. " His thumb caressed her cheekbone lovingly.
Her eyes looked up, searching his eyes. Her right hand rose, shaking touching his beard. "Duncan your death is so treacherous." She whispered. "Must we continue this verbal dance. You exactly why I am here. Please do not waste what little time you have left." Her eyes falling on his chiseled features, the groomed beard, the way his brown hair slung back in a pony tail.
Duncan sighed softly, his features never changed as he studied her with great care. His hand tugged away the acquirement, setting them on the fallen pieces of armour. "Siobhan… my Siobhan." He leaned in, claiming her lips with his in a soft kiss. Letting all the loneliness escape in the touch.
Her left hand entwined into his, the other pulled out the leather tie. Then running her fingers thru his hair. Resting their foreheads together. She wanted to shed some tears, but they dried up years ago. Sadness deepened the purple orbs. Duncan's hand caressed her cheek, then found its refuge at the base of her neck.
"You look more beautiful than the day you came to Highever. " He whispered. His eyes watching her gnaw at the inner side of her lower lip. Slowly he slide from his chair, kneeling in front of her. Pulling off the rest of her jewels that came with her order. Her hands working at the chest plate of his armour. He heard her restless mummer of being a child then. "You wore your hair back in a braid, up on your horse, soft burnt hide armour with grey symbols. You looked like Andraste herself incarnate. "
Siobhan let out a cry, tossing the armour breastplate aside, not caring for the clang. She hugged Duncan tightly. Breathing in his scent, the smell of a summer storm. She felt his arms snug around her, but the embrace was foreign. It was all the makings of a good bye, a memorial love. She sighed. Then leaned back on her feet. Her thigh exposed as the newest grey warden peeked in side the tent.
"Um… we are…." she closed the tent.
Duncan and Siobhan laughed loudly, "Go attend to them. I shall be there soon enough. To observe and document it to the ages. " She rose up, feeling Duncan's gentle tugging her close as he kissed her again. The taste of longing. Then he left, he had to attend to the joining.
Her hand fell to her heart, it was breaking; closing her eyes, she touched the hidden necklace. She seemed to drift back. The breeze picked up around her as she re watched the event.
Her hands were steady as she held the chalice, with the intricate images lacing around its outside. The sloshing of black blood coating the arch demon figure and that of the first Grey warden. On either side was the griffons. She remained solemn as she stepped with bare feet towards the five recruits. Her eyes never off of the tallest. The one with the symbol of Highever on his tunic. She stopped before Dar.
"The time has come for us to begin the joining. I shall speak the works that have been said since the first. join us, Brothers and sisters. Join us in the shadows where we stand, vigilant. Join us as we carry the duty that cannot be forsworn. And should you perish, know that your sacrifice will not be forgotten and that one we shall join you. From this moment forth Dar you are a Grey warden."
Duncan stared at her as Dar, his recently met acquaintance was dieing. But he did not fear failing this; there was a lady of the griffon here. She was an angel. Dressed as the warrior of the ash, her brown tresses bound back in a braid. How he wanted to run his hands thru it. Her eyes reminded him of a lovely flower. He studied every movement. Every breathe she took. How her chest rose and fell. Then she was in front of him.
"From this moment forth Duncan you are a Grey warden." Placing his warm hands over her cold ones, he took his fateful sip. And she was there; watching over him. A small smile hurried on her lips secretly. Her cheeks flushed to a soft peach. Then she was gone. Offering the last of the group.
O-O
Duncan awoke some time after. Siobhan's hands were wringing out the clothe, she turned to face him. Carefully stroking his face, "You're awake?" She spoke softly.
Duncan shook his head, his hands ran over his face, eyes down to his goatee. "I am dead."
Siobhan laughed softly; shaking her head. "surely you jest. Why would you say you are dead?"
He captured her hand and pulled her down to his lips. Stealing a kiss. "I have an benevolent spirit of the fade bringing me peace. '
Siobhan was bright red, when she heard some one behind her clearing their throat. Shaking her head. She rose up. "Commander. Your newest recruit is awake." With bowl in hand she quickly wandered up. Touching her lips with her free hand. Heat burned to her core. It would not be the first time their paths crossed. But it was the first time she would believe what her role was. Siobhan hurried backing out of the door way, bumping in to the jam then down the hallway.
In the time that the ladies of her order resided as honored guests with the Grey wardens. Giving them tender care. Siobhan went in to check on Duncan. Gnawing at her lip as she carried in fresh clothes and a light meal. She eyed the cot, a meager room they were granted.
Duncan heard the door rattle before the lock. Quickly staging a body to 'sleep.' as he hid in the corner. As Siobhan came in to the room, his senses were assailed by her very being. As he stood frozen, lifeless in the shadows near the armoire. She quietly set his things down on the chair.
Her features hidden from him as she scowled. Shaking her head as she turned to check on him. She received a lecture at the last time she was in such close confinements. Even threatened that she would not take part in the ritual of the Griffon. She touched the make shift body under the blankets as Duncan pounced her.
"What do you think you are doing?" He growled. Pinning her to the floor.
Siobhan blinked as she was caught unawares. The cold stone pressing against her back, penetrating thru her dress. "I am doing what an acolyte does for the order." She arched her body underneath Duncan bucking him off. Moving her body quickly to straddling his. She placed her long silverite blade at his neck. "I see you are well Grey warden. Your commander requests you dress in the attire and return to the others."
His brow arched up as he watched her quizzically. But then she was gone. Her weight wasn't unbearable, but she knew pressure points and clearly how to hold a blade. Chuckling to him self. Rose up and changed.
O-O
Siobhan awoke after her rest, the sun was slowly lowering in the sky. Soon it would be a painting even the maker would cherish. As other lady's in waiting, Siobhan bathed in bloody lotus, Andraste's Grace and other wild flowers. Endured the fasting. She knew to what extent the ritual would under take. The others were still partaking in readying their bodies for the journey. Sighing she pulled on the hooded purple and blue silks. Tieing it at her waist with a silver cord.
She walked along the battlements, bejeweled hands and feet twinkled in the dieing light. A breeze rolled over the Anderfels playing with the plaits. Her violet eyes watched the training yard below. It was being prepared for their own joining.
Duncan strode by with another Grey warden as they did their patrol. Siobhan's heart seemed to beat faster as their eyes met briefly only to hear the strangled bugle call. And then they vanished to where they gone. She stood restless for another moment, then went to the place they had done the joining the night before.
"Siobhan Lark. Come and take a knee." The Commander of the Grey summoned.
With careful and deliberate grace, she floated to before him. Her head bowed and on bended knee. Her silks fanned out before her and behind. Like the statue of a praying Andraste that rested in the Kocari wilds.
Siobhan's eldest and younger sister took their places either side of her. Pride vibrated thru her as she felt a singular hand on either shoulder. The daughters of the same mother but different fathers. Sophia on one side, the younger sister who was bound no sooner after the ritual was finished to the Chantry. And Flemeth. Who sneered at Siobhan's acceptance to the order.
A golden goblet rested in Duncan's hands as he watched the three woman. The two standing on either side seemed to be curious but resentful of such a moment. Then his eyes settled by Siobhan.
"You are of her old life, for after this moment there will be no ties to you. When the tie is broken, you will be asked to leave." The senior Lady spoke clearly.
There was several hopefuls there, as they continued. A black talon formed in to a knife was handed to either sister who would take it. Sophia took the knife. But brought no relief to Siobhan; Sophia believed only in the Maker. That only that faith was held highest. Though it was Flemeth. Who would of relished any dark ritual.
Her tresses were sheered off. Falling to the ground. Then three talon slices from her shoulder to her hip. But as she called out, holding out on Flemeth's hands. She whispered to Siobhan. "Be strong. You know this is your path. Let the pain wash over you. Releasing you from the pious zealot." As she tried to laugh with her sister she screamed.
The pain ripped thru, her ribs felt like there was something ripping them apart. As she bleed out, her sisters were gone now. The rest was the two orders, Standing up now she looked on. She gritted her teeth, wobbling. The senior Lady smeared darkspawn blood in painted swirls with alder's kiss. Then the golden chalice was held before.
Her eyes watched Duncan as he tipped the chalice towards her lips. " I am Siobhan. Lady in the order of the Griffons. I impart my strength. In you strength, power to ease your suffering. Grant you protection from those who we hunt in the shadows. And in protection, reason, light, truth, justice I will impart the same love as did the first of the Griffon. I will come when you summon. And in so I will follow you to the deep roads. Until the day the dark spawn lay slayed." She spoke the same words as many others. Sipping the taint as the Grey wardens did.
It didn't take long before the taint and poison coursed thru her veins. She fell to her knees, dry heaving as she rested her forehead against the stone as she hugged her stomach tightly. Thought left her mind as she heard her echos around her. No one else passed thru the ritual. The griffon's talon poison was just too much. As she looked up staring off disembodied. Her eyes rolled, flashing just the whites. Then fell over.
Duncan stood vigilant as he watched over her. Many of the others gathered, departed after the pyres. He heard that the order of the Griffon was surprised at her strength. But the worse of it was yet to come. 'Such beauty to endure more hardships than the Grey wardens.' His hand carefully brushed away the strands off her sweat soaked face.
When she awoke her stared up at him, her hand resting on his. "Do I have to give you a cheesy line for a kiss?"
He chuckled looking down at her. Shaking his head.
The joining was ended, she did not feel the need to be there. She felt it. She knew Ser Daveth and Ser Jory did not live to be a Grey warden. 'Impetuous youth, courage, and humor. What a pity?' She sighed as she wrote in the names down. Some may never know the Grey wardens who were recruited but they were recorded as Grey wardens. She was till scrawling in her vellum when Duncan returned. The Lady Cousland laid out at the fires to rest. She watched thru the muslin curtain.
Time was growing short. She would be leaving before the assault; she rose up when Duncan entered the tent. He closed the flaps again. Setting the chalice down on the low table. Then embraced Siobhan. His own foreboding ebbed away in her presence. She dropped the quill on the dirt floor as she hugged him close. "I do not have long Siobhan."
She nodded, looking up at him as her locks curled and hung around her like a mantle. She gave him peace, her hand cradled his cheek. "I know Duncan." She said thoughtfully.
He pulled her closer. "Dance with an old fool?" His hand rest at the curve of her lower back. His other placing her hands in position. And he lead her around the small space. There needn't be music, for they danced to the same song. She looked at him. She could see a sliver of comfort.
They didn't speak for the rest of the time they had together. They embraced on last time before he and Cousland were to attend a meeting. Siobhan watched Duncan walk away. His stride always displayed his blind faith, courage, honor, pride. Everything that she come to love about the man. But her heart broke. Whispering with each heart beat. "In war, Victory. In peace, Vigilance. In death, Sacrifice." She was dressed again as she had when she arrived. But she left the necklace she carried with her. Tucking her blades down the length of her legs, and the letters behind the mael. As she walked out of Duncan's tent, she pulled on her black cloak.
Smirking as she saw the sullen man child. "Alistair. Escort me to my companion." It wasn't a request, nor a demand. She knew his secret. She knew Cousland's as well. The taint gave her order that connection to them.
Alistair looked up as he had his cheeks full of cheese. Reminding Siobhan much of a Chantry mouse. Nodding. He wiped his hands on his tunic. Walking along side in silence. His apprehension rolling in waves.
As they approached Andraste she smiled. Facing him. "You are stronger than you think Alistair. Do not always hide behind odd comments that are impeccably well timed. Know you are not alone. " she leaned in and gave him a kiss to his cheek. Wondering why the image of him covered in mud and hey rested in her head for a moment. Then stood straight. "Be strong. Be brave." She mounted her horse. " Your fate has not been determined. But that is only because of the paths you have yet to walk down. Follow your heart. May your sword swing true, and just."
Then she clicked her tongue, Andraste's hoofs hit the stone and dirt heading out of Weishaupt out to the wilds. As she left, she looked over her shoulder as Alistair already made his way back to the camp. Probably to eat more cheese. But the niggling sense of eyes watching came over her. From where Duncan and Cousland went to meet with the King and his advisers. Loghain watched her leave. His sneer. The pure evil over his heart, even her peace could not penetrate.
Before she left the gates, Erin stopped her. He looked up at her. Holding on to the reigns. Bribing the horse with oats and apples. "Have you sought out those who need the peace?"
Siobhan leaned down. Taking Erin's shoulder in hand. " Do you seek peace, Erin?" He was a boy when she left, but that was almost a life time ago. She smiled softly to him. She was his elder half sister. But time had not withered her, she did not appear more than Cousland's own age. " You are a strong warrior. You have always walked down that path. You of the ash, will return to the arms of our ancestors. Raised amongst them. Be at peace."
With that he let her go again. Watching her go now as a woman wasn't as hard as a child. She wasn't the babe no more than a few weeks shy of her adult birthday. The night seemed to eat her whole then as it did now. Sadness they shared. But he knew she would survive. She was the fabled Lady of the griffon.
Denerim…
It was a long ride to stay ahead of the dark spawn as well as the Grey warden's group. As of their news of successes in Ozammar with the dwarves. The Dalish. And Arl Eamon. There was a lands meet called. Siobhan arrived at the Chantry first. She knew her sister Sophia would be in residence after the fall of Lothering. Any way to stay a hand she would have to ask. This would not be a pleasant meeting.
"Absolutely not. You are an abomination. You can not ask that of me." The old woman's voice shrilled out in the study. Interrupting the prayers of those in the Chantry's chapel.
Chuckling, softly she bowed her head as she closed the double doors behind her. Then turned to the woman. 'Two sides of the same spectrum.' Siobhan mused as she walked to her mirror image. Her baby sister dressed in the oranges and yellows. Withered by time. "Will you risk more blood shed over a matter of a power hungry farm hand then?" She stopped half way from the woman. "Do not include me in this Sophia. Do not include our own private hates. Please do this for the sake of Ferelden. Do it for the sake of doing the right thing."
Sophia was pensive for a moment. Nodding as her hands stepled, watching her sister. Youthful, beautifully untouched by time. "For Ferelden. I would consider such. But not for any thing more. "
Siobhan strode quickly to her sister. Taking her hands in hers. "Will you ever forgive me? "
"No."
Sighing Siobhan knew that the last twenty years of the same argument; the answers would never change. Frowning as she went to release her hands. Sophia holding tight to her. "Siobhan … have you not kept Duncan's promise long enough? " The woman's eyes lit up. "Save her from herself. A maleifcar is against the chant. "
Siobhan ripped her hands away from Sophia. Growling. " You pious zealot! Because you choose to believe that the Maker did not make the magi, that if they do not bow down their heads. Excepting the chant as their own. You instantly cast them aside." Turning on her heel, Siobhan walked to the doors. "Or is it because I choose Flemeth to raise my child and not you."
Sophia watched in silence. Contemplating if truly the argument was that. Morrigan. Shaking her head she sat down at the desk. Holding back the tears of pain. What had happen that the three of them hated each other so much.
"Bare down now."
"One more push.'
Duncan held Siobhan's hand tightly, as she did his. Breathing so hard, then finding herself after the babe was being cleaned off, holding her breathe till she heard the first sweet cry. Siobhan looked to Duncan. Their liaisons so brief in their travels. Tears welled as she sat up. Hearing the mewling child. Accepting her in her arms. Cuddling her close. "My sweet daughter." Frowning. Knowing soon she would have to forsake the child.
Dun can's hand graced the child's cheek as they looked like the perfect family to Sophia. But sadness drifted in the small space of Flemish's hut. The crackling of the wood in the fire echoed louder. Duncan looked to Siobhan. 'Had things been differently.' He thought as he kissed her cheek. The child sleeping nestled in her mother's arms.
Siobhan watched as Duncan walked out of the hut.
"You can't take her in your travels. Impart her with me." Flemish scowled as she prepared the three of them tea.
Sophia blinked and shook her head. "No absolutely not! "
"Enough." Siobhan spoke gently. Sighing as she set the babe in the cradle. Chuckling at the curl of black hair. Then sat back down, still pain racking her body. The griffon's poison swirling in her veins as was the taint. Sighing while rubbing her temples. "I can not take Morrigan with me. She deserves a life of stability I can not give. Sophia I am sorry but I can not give her to the chantry." Looking up as the storm clouds painted silver flecks in to her violet eyes. "She will be come a magi. I want her to live not be a caged bird. Following the whims of close minded men."
Sophia huffed. "Well I never. . . " Pushing herself away from the table and leaving.
Looking to her younger sister. Flemeth paused. "You know that this is not over with her. But I shall do as you ask. I shall raise her. If you so wish…"
Siobhan nodded. "She can not learn of either Duncan or I, Flemeth." Frowning she rose up.
"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. It will come to bite you and the Grey warden in the ass one day."
Siobhan's brow arched as she studied Flemeth. Then looked to the fire her fingers curling around the locket she wore. The weight of a blight seemed far less oppressive than turning her back on everything she head dear. And when she was able enough. She would be gone.
O-O
After she was sure her strength could take the travel, she prepared to ride back to her order. After the fall of Weishaupt, and Anderfels; the were no places to call home. Long after many secrets had faded to oblivion. She patted her horse flank, when Duncan approached her.
"You're leaving?" He had a twinge of hurt.
She couldn't bare to look at him, she couldn't see his hurt or she would lose her resolve. Nodding as she tightened the saddle bags. "I have more than a days ride to get back to the order. And it will be easier to leave now."
Duncan stayed her hand in his, cradling it like it would break. His warmth engulfing her. "Siobhan."
She paused, starring at her boots. "Duncan please. I can not bare the pain of having to loose my daughter and my lover in one fatal swoop. And if the order finds out we both will loose more than you will ever know." Pulling her hand from his, she mounted up on her horse. "I promised that I would make sure our child would not know of us. And so... we must part ways." Urging her horse away; she didn't turn back. But the tears rolled down slowly from her eyes over the apple of her cheek. She felt like she was dead in side all over again.
Siobhan walked with Andraste trailing behind her as the same clouded eyes watching her. She felt it bore in to her back as walked to the Gnawed Noble Inn. Hitching Andraste loosely in case of a event. Her cloak's hood fell as she went directly to the bartender. Ordering up an ale. Then paused.
"So the Lady of the Griffon has graced us with a visit." Loghain sneered.
She didn't look at him, sipped her ale. Then smirked coldly. " I see the traitorous farmer is still alive. Pity. I would of so enjoyed dancing on your grave." Turning her head slightly to look at him. "Loghain." Then finished off her ale.
He grabbed her arm, gripping it hard.
"You don't scare me."
Loghain laughed coldly. "Oh I am not here to scare you."
Siobhan arched her brow. Tilting her head softly to the left side. "Oh? Whatever is the great commander of Ferelden here to do then?" She leaned in to him, nose to nose. "I could scream, and cause a commotion. One you would even have a great difficulty of explaining." She bluffed.
He laughed`, amused at her manner. Shaking his head as a garrison of his men arrived. Carefully leading her out of the inn as the garrison followed. "I think not. I do believe they would believe me if I said you were an Orlaisian spy."
She rolled her eyes. "Oh yes. . . You caught me. " She watched the garrison from the corner of her eye. "Then I take it you sending me to Fort Brakon?" She arched a brow.
"No I am keeping you closer eye on you… the palace. "
With Loghain's garrison trailing all around them, Siobhan squared her shoulders and held her head with pride as she walked like a courtesan. She knew her fate once they hit the palace grounds. Be it death at the gallows, burnt at the stake (which was becoming her more favorite of torturous deaths.). Or beheading. Her schooled features never faltered, but reamained cool and neutral; never letting Loghain get the upper hand on her. Though in the pit of her stomach was twisting sharply and the bile in her throat rose with each step; the small voice in her head shouted. Run Siobhan RUN! Do not cross that gate, for if you do ...you have not completed your duties that you have foresworn.
Her hand rested in the crook of Loghain's arm, though as they passed the Chantry; Siobhan's eyes drifted up to the only light window. As the glow passed beyond their reach and vanished in to Denerim night so did the bit of peace Siobhan had grasped on too.
O-O
"Where are the heratics?" Commanded the stern voice for the umptenth time. "Where are the grey wardens?"
Siobhan's shoulders rose then slumped as she sat like a rag doll on the floor. Her finery stripped off and used against her like a weapon. Her beloved mael bruised and cut her skin as they used it to flog her. But she just laughed. "I see many heratics … which ones do you mean?" She paused and glared up for a second then let her features show a bit of fear as the torturer raised his arm back. "They are here. They are there. They are everywhere..."
Loghain lurked in the shadows with the newly appionted Arl of Denerim. He had to applaud the woman who could stand behing bound by her own silk wrappings. Or that she had cuts from the numerous trappings of jewels and babbles on her. Surely, if she were not like the grey wardens she would have been broken by now.
Numerous sceams errupted all over the tower suite. It dragged out the length of the interogation that Siobhan faced. She looked up to her capture then to the shadows. She could feel their cold, calculating stares. She drew her knees under her body and rose up. Dizzy, shaking, weak against the brutal treatment. But the smirk that curved the cupid's bow of her lips fueled her now.
"You want to know the traitor's location..." she stumbled to the right, then backwards in to the guard who reached out to steady her. She was hardened by this. The flashes of Duncan ran thru her head as he tried to help her become a better warrior. As her bare feet hit the cold stone floors, she found the energy and bravedo she gained waning fast. Glaring right at Loghain. "They are right there." She then spat in Rendon Howe's face as he turned to leave.
Wiping the saliva and blood from the side of his promanent face, he glared at her. Cursing silently under a breathe. Then left as Loghain watched the woman be shoved back in to her cell with crusts from week old stale bread that even the rats did not wish to eat. He felt the calming effect that emenated from her battered form.
"Ser?" The guard beckoned while waiting to shut the tower prison door.
Loghain exited with a hurried step. Not wishing to linger any longer in the tower as he put the rest of his plans forward.
Siobhan had been beaten, starved, questioned and left alone. She didn't answer anything. She wouldn't eat any thing. She had even broken the nose of the guard with her own head. A laugh erupted her pale form. Her shackles rasping on the floor. "I am still standing." She growled. Pushing up from her knees as the door opened.
"Andraste's mercy." The guard with Alistair gasped. "My Lady?" Alistair looked perplexed. He snapped his fingers for the guard to unfetter her. Siobhan took his arm as she stood up. She smiled with a small nod.
"Aye Grey warden."
As Siobhan had been escorted out by the future king, Anora was being placed in. Siobhan tsked as she passed by. Questioning eyes falling to Alistair as he took her down throne room. "What have I missed? The blight?"
Alistair coughed. "No unfortunately. The blight still rages. . . "
She nodded, taking Cousland's arm as her energy waned. "Ah, then it was a palace coup then?"
Elissa laughed lightly. "One could say that."
Alistair rolled his eyes, as Siobhan finally found refuge on a bench. Looking up. "For a man who is to be king, slay a dragon why do you look like you have face a lost of a lover, and child?"
He blinked, "Well, um. . . I am enaged as well." His brows shot up. Taking Cousland's hand in his.
Siobhan nodded. "These are matters I have known since I met you Alistair."Both blinked looking at the ornate, beaten, dirty woman. She was laughing at them, and in their confusion they stared on.
"When you defeat the arch demon I shall explain it all to you. But for now, know that I am the Lady of the Griffon after all. Though I doubt much after the blight the order would be needed that I can rebuild as much as you need to of the Grey wardens. " She chuckled softly and muttered under her breathe. "And I do not mean in either of your private chambers."
Alistair turned red as Elissa laughed. "You are cheeky aren't you."
Siobhan nodded with a sigh. " I am merely stating what is expected of you in the role as Grey wardens. You will have many more adventures. You will meet many more companions, enemies, and innocents. You will cross many battlefields even in court. "
"Is that a affirmation for the newest wardens?"
The new voice, the accent. Siobhan rose up, smiling greatly as she turned. "Riordan." He clasped her forearm and nodded.
"Siobhan, what are you doing here?"
She noted the group the warden's grew to trust as she sat down again. "would you believe trapped in Ferelden doing my duty."
Riordan laughed as a elf servant brought Siobhan a bowl and clothe. "If it were only that simple."
She nodded. Releasing the girl, frowning at the idea of being served as such. Carefully wiping away the blood, and dirt from the feathers in one of the plait holdings. "Simplicity has complications Riordan. I actually have a letter…two." She frowned, pulling out one tucked away, easily missed if searched. "The first I believe Anora already has but…"Her broken jeweled hand held it out to Alistair.
As the letter vanished, and did so the boy king. Siobhan turned to the others. " Please, do not stand on bated breath just for me. Rest, you will need it before the on slot." She nodded.
O-O
Alistair walked quickly to a vacant room, hidden away in the corner with the letter Siobhan had give him. He hestitated for a while. Should I even bother? What could have been so important that he couldn't just say aloud. He sighed, feeling conflicted, spiteful, and almost hateful to the man who was his half brother. Then cracked the seal, unfolding it slowly as Calian's elegant scribbles came in to view. Swallowing he propped his head up with his elbow resting on the armor covered knee, holding the letter with the other hand.
Alistair;
If you are reading this then it is as I feared. There is so much I wanted to say, but never the appriotate time to say it. I guess now is better than never. Do you remember the first time we met at Redcliffe? I do. And there hasn't been a day that I wish I could of changed the way I acted. I would of...I don't know. I would of tooken the time to gotten to know you. You are my brother after all. Even if you and I only share a father in common.
This complicates things so much more. I know that I will most likely die in the heat of battle. But what a way to go. Alistair; before I start to ramble on the various brotherly advice that will come in handy later on life or for provisions for the water closet. I requested that you be pulled away from the battlefront. You and Cousland. I couldn't bare to know that you were hurt or killed because of my actions.
Alistair stopped, he couldn't read more. He just tucked the letter back and away. Then folded both his hands together, holding up his head as he went in to deep thought. His eyes had scanned only the start of the letter. But it was too hard to read the rest. Sighing Alistair took the time to reflect.
O-O
"Ah is this another beautiful Grey warden." Zevran whispered to Lelianna.
"I do not know who she is. I don't believe she is of the same order. Chantry maybe. "She whispered back as she studied the odd chantry styled clothes. But the colors were wrong.
Siobhan chuckled as Riordan sat next to her. "I see that I can cause a stir no matter what my apperance." then looked to him. "My friend… you know why I am here. "
He saw her swallow hard, and pale more than usual. Riordan nodded, clasped her hand in his, patting the top of it. "Yes I gathered as much when I saw you. Even in the face of great strains. A normal man would break. But then again you were never a man."
Siobhan chuckled. "Riordan what ever happens tomorrow…" she paused. Studying the man she known longer than most. A man who she trusted, and confided in when the order released her from watching over Duncan. Sighing. "I will carry out what ever you ask."
He nodded, pulling out a dried flower. "Back in Orlais is a Lady I left there. Will you give her this, my friend."
Siobhan nodded softly, taking the flower and folding it in to a sheer of silk then tucking it in to her band. "Aye. I will."
Riordan nodded with a small smile. "Thank you. I will rest easy beyond the fade. Now to business..."
"I heard the Reverend mother spoke at the lands meet. I can not say I am saddened by Loghain's loss of head. I rather of seen him at the gallows. "
Riordan nods. "After what you went thru I would understand easily. But wardens here are few in number."
She nodded as the watched the garrisons gather, and eat. The morale was nervous, anxious then Riordan left to attend to Grey warden matters. Siobhan sighed sitting there as still as she could manage with the injuries she sustained. She had gotten cleaned, even found her pack with clean garbs and mael. Whincing with each motion as she made her way back down to the others lined in the palace.
"I can heal you if you would like. " Wynne strode up.
Siobhan looked up, a smile crest up on her lips. "I do not wish to strain your magics with the upcoming battle."
Wynne rolled her eyes, "Pfft! You treat me as if I should be knitting socks. "And tended to healing Siobhan.
She laughed. "I am older than you." Chuckling together softly. "Thank you."
Wynne nodded. "I am aware of who you are. You are a griffon."
Siobhan hadn't been called just simply a griffon since just after her first meeting with the circle magi. Nodding. "Yes, but seems that our legend has dwindled down from a legion of watchers, warriors, guardians to … nothing. It can be quite…"
"Disheartening. I would believe so." Wynne nodded taking a seat across from Siobhan. " I remember the stories the first enchanter us to tell us to get us to calm down after a straining day. That the griffons; out of loss over the Grey wardens who fell in battle asking the circle in the harrowing chamber to change them. "
Siobhan nodded softly, pouring herself something to drink as she watched Wynne for a moment. "Yes. We did. I have the memories for Ora. The first to take the process. She loved her Grey warden greatly. As a curse so she could not forget him; she became human. And soon they all did. We did not think that being a griffon helped them." Sadness creased her brow as she took a chug of her drink. "I wonder if we did not deserve to just disappear as they say we did."
Wynne nodded. Respectively. "then again it seems that you are not that different from the circle. Considered the outs of society for what you are."
"Yes we have earned our place in the shadows snug beside a warden and between the dark spawn. Like them we have the taint but we are poisoned with past experiences of the griffons before us. "
Wynne nodded again softer. "Depends on how you look at it griffon. What are you able to stop this time because of the knowledge of the past. "
Siobhan paused as the grandmotherly old woman rose up. Bowing her head regally, in their minds' eye it seemed she truly taken the form of the griffon, the aire around her warmed and glowed brilliantly. "Thank you wise one."
"You are not as callow as the other ones." A voice came from behind her as Wynne departed.
Chuckling softly she shook her head. "I am not as young as them Qunari."
He grunted. "Sten. Every one has called me Sten."
She nodded. "An honorable title."
"Indeed."
O-O
Morrigan took part in the dark ritual with Alistair long before the Lady Cousland slayed the Archdemon. Siobhan had been there helping in the wings with her impeccable aim with the bow. She was there dressed like the garrison from Red Cliff. She had heard Alistairs speech...
"Before us stands the might of the darkspawn horde. Gaze upon them now, but fear them not! This woman beside me is a native of Ferelden, risen to the ranks of the Grey Wardens. She is proof that glory is within reach of us all. She has survived, despite the odds. And without her, none of us would be here. Today we save Denerim. Today we avenge the death of my brother, King Cailan! But most of all, today we show the Grey Wardens that we remember and honor their sacrifice! For Ferelden! FOR THE GREY WARDENS!"
All around were the whoops of Mage, Templar, Knight, Elf, and Dwarf alike. Their fears were joint as one, and yet they fought together as brothers in arms. Woman, Men, Noble, Poverty stricken. All together for the greater cause; as she cried out her cheers she felt the familiar tugs of Ora. She was there in spirit proud of how all were living the truth of what the orders stood for once. And it was almost the same feeling as it had been then.
Duncan's voice whispered on the breeze of hope and incense. "In war, victory. In peace, vigilance. In death, sacrafice."
Now the grey wardens survived, the first time ever that it had been heard of. Together their band walked tall. Cousland married Alistair. Guided their hands together it seemed fate pulled them. Anora eventually swore fealty to them. Nodding at her own advice to keep Anora as an advisor. The old proverb of keeping ones enemies closer. As the grand hall with nobles filled Siobhan watched the bands play, the liquor flow from kegs. Food laid out. The Wardens made their rounds. Merriment felt good.
But sadness niggled in her heart, Siobhan had hoped to catch Morrigan before she vanished. She felt the draining power of magic. It clung to her like disease. She could only imagine what her only child had learnt from her sister. The foreboding sense coiled in side her, poised to spring at a momments notice.
"BELCH."
Siobhan stopped ringing her hands as she looked to Ogrhen. Her brow arched up as watched him and Teagan drink each other till they were fools. She grabbed a flagon of mead. Drowning her thoughts away.
"I didn't know that griffons... hiccup... I didn't know ...hiccup"
She smirked downing her second. "I can out drink you under the table that is all you need to know Dwarf."
The red haired beserker grinned brightly, "That hiccup sounds like a challenge."
She laughed, and downed another. "If you are here to drink then I suggest you shut up and drink."
His eyes went huge as she down another, wobbling slightly from the days drinking already taking his toll on him. "hiccup my kinda woman." Then fell over, off the bench to the stone floor snoring loudly.
Siobhan chuckled, raising her flagon up, then sipped it slowly when Lelianna sat on one side of her, and Zevran the other. "You're skills are quite impressive."
"Yes, I would say they almost out match my own." Zevran chuckled.
Siobhan looked between then snorted with a laugh. "I have many years at chasing down moving targets with a simple bow and arrow."
Lelianna smiled brightly, eminating a hope and faith Siobhan had not felt since Sophia was a young ley sister. "Tell me why is your robs much like the chantrys?"
"The chantry is there to protect those who need it in the day, to be seen in glorious reverie. " She bit back the bile as she spoke, her own misgivens were not every one else's, and she wasn't one to disillusion others. "And my order is the ones who patrol the shadows, to be unseen."
"Ah, such a waste of beauty to be hidden away." Both woman looked at Zevran when he picked up Siobhan's hand, tracing lazy circles on her skin. "Your beauty should be shared."
"Ignore him. Hes a bit amourous."
Siobhan tried to pull away her hand, wiping it on her skirts as she then focused on Lelianna. "Do you know the tale of griffons? And have you seen Morrigan?"
"No, she left after the arch demon was slayed."
Siobhan nodded, her features were one of dismay but then smiled, the mead was hitting her fast. "Griffons." She looked to Zevran now with a giggle. "And careful elf I could show you a thing or two."
Lelianna laughed as heard the last part. "I shall leave you to your lessons Zevran." Looking to Siobhan, Lelianna smiled. "Will you tell me your tale before you leave? I should like to write a tune about it."
Snapping her hand back she nodded. "Aye bardess I shall regale you of my order. Should we descend to the dust, at least we have a song of our own." And so Siobhan did, trying her best to avoid and ignore Zevran's every advance. Telling her of the stories of Ora; the first Griffon who under went falling in love with her grey warden, and as he laid dieing because of the taint; her seeking out the circle of magi to transform her. And Lelianna hung on every word as Siobhan went on even passing along tid bits of her own stories.
Lelianna's face lit up with a brillant smile. "Thank you for sharing your tales with me. I think I can do justice for your order when it comes to regaling them with a song or few."
Siobhan nodded as she watched the bardess wander off with lute and ale in hand before looking back to Zevran. "And where were we?'
"I believe we were talking about lessons and willing students. And I would not doubt my Lady that you would find a more eager student."
She watched Lelianna walk away before looking to Zevran, he played with her hair with the fingers of one hand, and scooted closer to her on the bench. "Do elves break easily?"
Before his answer came Sten grunted. "Quarni don't"
Siobhan grinned to Sten. "I take it I am a commodity or are you here about the amourous elf. If so you can have him." She rose up quickly, too quickly stumbling in to Sten. "I have business to attend too."
Sten shook his head, lifting up Siobhan in his arms and marched off with her. Muttering something in a tongue Siobhan vaguely remembered as a child hearing. "Parshaara." Then her head lulled back, passing out.
Sten remained stoic taking her to her chambers. Placing on Siobhan on the lush bed that King and Queen afforded to give her with in the walls. He watched her for a moment before her hand snaked around Sten's forearm. "Its not polite to stare at a helpless woman." Her voice was weak and came out as a burnt rasp.
She could see the slight twitch of the stoic Quarni's mouth. Almost in a smirk then he bristled. "I was not staring. Merely studying."
Siobhan's brow shot up and laughed as she started to scoot off the bed. "And I am not helpless." As she rose up she fet the warm encumbering arm slither around her midsection. Her eyes drifted to Sten's. "Please... let me go." She breathed out, sounding husky and raspy.
Sten's features never changed, though his eye did twitch for a breifest of momments. But he didn't say a word to her. His eyes just studied her, the way the apple of her cheeks blushed at being held the way she was. And how she seemed out of breathe and nervous.
Siobhan swallowed as he felt his arm slowly loosen, a pain of disappiontment shot thru her as the warmth subsided. She just nodded and headed for the door as Sten finally cleared his throat. "Why are you so worried about the witch of the wilds?"
She looked over her shoulder at Sten. Pausing as she made up her mind on how much she really should allow him to know. Then shrugging softly with a drunken giggle. "Is that what you call her or is that what my sister dubbed her?" Shaking her head, the movement caught up with her as she sat down on the purple velvet covered chair. Looking at her hands before reaching absentminded to the trinket that once hung at her neck.
Sten watched her. But was shocked, though he never showed it, he was truly shocked at the way her answer came out.
Siobhan sighed, she felt his eyes probing her. Licking quickly and nervously at her upper lip she shut her eyes tightly. "Flemeth is my sister. Blood sister." She nodded softly tryign to avoid the vertigo effect. When Sten did not press further she shrugged. "Morrigan has much to learn what a which of the wilds truly is."
This time when Siobhan's eyes looked up at him, his eyes were peering back in to hers. "How so?" Sten's brow shot up giving him the first encahnter or templar commander scolding some one look to him.
She shrugged and giggled. "Because our mother was the witch of the wilds. And she had three daughters. Flemeth, me, and Sophia. All different fathers, " How long has it been since I had honey mead. Siobhan giggled more as her thoughts rushed in quickly. When was the last time I was in a room alone with a man? Wait, when was the last time I had a man?She shook her head, sitting straight up then waiting for the dizzy spell threatening the corners of her vision.
Sten smirked in spite of himself as she stood up; using the chair to prop herself up. Dragging it a bit as she tried to make her escape. How long had I been held captive there...did I ever eat. No, no, no, it is just the shock wearing off from battle. Thats all this is. And he's just my imagination; if thats even possible. Siobhan striaghtened up as she let her hands fell to her sides. "Though I heard about my sister's recent body's demise." Shudders lightly as she could only remember an unjaded Flemeth; then sighed as she stumbled then stilled.
Sten strode a few steps to her. His stoic face remained the same as he offered out a hand. Even in silence Siobhan had a hard time reading this Quarni. She waved off his hand; the gesture was foreign to her in what it could imply. Siobhan knew they collar their mages and they didn't have much of a sense of humor. "You realize that this is hardly proper."
They both bristled in silence then she turned to face him, staring at the hard planes of his chest. Her brow shot up and shook her head, mentally berating herself. Holding on to the door's handle she gestured. He watched her with a small and breif smile then nodded. "As you wish."
Siobhan nodded. And after he left she let out a breath. Then strode to her packs. Pulling out the doe hide breechs with the ties all the way up. Her fingers traveled over the reddish grey scribing. Then took off the Griffon orders garbs. Carefully setting them down gingerly as if they were Andraste's own garbs found centuries later. As she stared down at the two opposing outfits, one of the Ash warriors. And the other of her new life. She sighed. Standing there in her small clothes as she went to the vanity mirror. Her eyes drifted over the wounds and scars.
Soon after the inspection of her body, she tugged up the breeches, the dark tawny brown hide hugged each curve and rise of her legs. Her fluted hips were laced as she finished with the stays. Then pulled on the hardened leather top. She never felt so exposed until she wears the outfit. Her hand rested on the soft belly, the hide breeches were resting barely on her hips and the top carefully snugged against her ample bosom.
Siobhan moved with a subtle grace in to her boots, then placed her knives where they belonged. She wouldn't be taken up the hospitality of the Queen and King. She couldn't help but chuckle to see how much both Alistair and Cousland have grown up, and in love. As she finished packing the silks and mael away carefully, she placed Riordan's gift in the midst of a protected mael and fabrics before she dawned her babbles before looking around the room.
With her pack in hand she moved from the room and headed down to the main hall, she would smile and vanish. As was her way. She needed to head to the docks, it was time to venture further out to see who was left of the order. The blight was over and her grey warden's were watched over by their trustworthy friends.