"I miss the Chantry in Lothering. Sister Leliana told the best stories." -Bethany
"Sister wake up; it's time to start getting ready for our visit to the Chantry," the younger Hawke chimed with enthusiasm while the other groaned and rolled over, covering herself with her pillow and knocking her Mabari companion off the bed.
"It's already Sunday? Why can't the Maker make a house call?" The oldest sibling mumbled into her pillow in her typical sarcastic manner. Bethany shook her head, "Makers breath, is there anything you take seriously at all?"
"Yeah sure… books, sword play, oh and sex," Hawke jested.
"Sister!" Bethany flushed in outrage and then called out, "Mother! Sister won't get up!"
"Tattle tale…"
Leandra Hawke came to the sisters' room, and glanced over at Briar Hawke lying in bed who had no intention of moving. It was hopeless.
"Your sister is an adult, if she wants to waste the rest of her life in bed…"
"Thank you so much mother, I knew you would understand." Hawke smirked while fluffing her pillow then attempted to fall back into sleep.
Bethany and Leandra both sighed with disapproval and went back to the dining room to have breakfast with Carver. "Where is sister?" he asked.
"Your sister decided to sleep in today." Leandra said, irritated.
"That isn't fair why does she get to sleep in?" Carver groaned.
"Your sister is an adult and she's capable of making her own decisions regarding the Maker…"
"Just because she's 2 years older than us and I'm about to leave for the gaurd…" Carver grumbled but stopped complaining when Leandra gave him a glare. After they finished their breakfast (scrambled eggs on toast, a Sunday treat) they made their way to the Lothering Chantry. Bethany in particular was always fond of the Chantry growing up, and even when she became "blessed" with magic she insisted on still going. Leandra was initially concerned but her father made the convincing argument that you always keep your friends close and your enemies closer, and they agreed that once Bethany had the training to properly hide her magic she could return.
There was nothing especially epic about the Lothering Chantry, no particularly grand statues like in Kirkwall, but compared to the rest of Lothering it certainly had an air of nobility to it. Perhaps that's why Bethany felt drawn to the stained glass windows, velvet tapestries, and Andraste's striking figure connecting them to the Maker.
While finding a pew Carver pointed out a new Sister standing in the choir and whispered to Bethany, "Too bad Briar isn't here; she would rant about how such a good looking woman was wasting away in the Chantry." Bethany giggled imagining the face her sister would have made and glanced at the new Sister again. She had stunning chin length red hair, contrasting deep blue eyes, and when she sang Bethany not only found herself entranced by her incredible voice but also the movement of her full luscious lips. "She is pretty," the apostate mumbled under her breath.
"Let's be polite and introduce ourselves to the new Sister." Their mother suggested when the service was over. Carver flushed and quickly objected, "But mother… my knees are sore."
"You can go home if you want Carver." Carver smiled with a boyish glee and quickly walked out of the Chantry. Bethany doubted that he was going to actually go home.
"I think your brother is courting someone do you have any idea who?" Bethany shook her head; she was much closer to her older sister then her twin brother and Carver was always jealous that Bethany knew father better as a mage so they didn't get along too well.
As they approached the Reverend Mother and the new Sister, Bethany found herself getting the nervous. She blamed it on a Templar's stare.
"Hello Reverend Mother," Leandra greated.
"Hello Mrs. Hawke, may I introduce you to our new sister Leliana she just came to us as a request from the Denerim chantry.
"Hello," Leliana smiled, waved and gave a quick glance at Bethany. Seeing her lips curl into a smile set the apostate's cheeks aflame.
"Bethany are you ok? You look like your burning up!" Leandra inquired for her daughter, worried.
"I'm fine mother I just think I inhaled too much of the incense and my casings feel kind of tight… I think I need to go outside." Bethany gave another glance at Leliana only to soon regret it as it made her chest feel heavy while she walked her way to the outside of the chantry.
"Wait Bethany… I should go check on her excuse me Rev-" Leandra was cut off.
"Leliana can you go check on the girl? I want to talk to Mrs. Hawke for a moment."
"Of course Reverend Mother," Leliana nodded and followed Bethany out of the chantry while the Reverand Mother began questioning the where abouts of Leandra's oldest daughter.
"Maker calm yourself Bethany," she told herself catching her breath and sitting down on a bench inside of the Chantry gates in the rose bushed garden. Bethany eyed the Templar at the Chantry gate for a moment thinking about how easy it was to keep hidden all of her life as a mage. Too easy…
"Are you ok?" Leliana asked the mage before sitting next to her. Bethany was relatively calm now and nodded, successfully fighting off the blush on her ears from hearing Leliana's voice. "I thought you were going to have a fainting spell… it's quite common in Orlais."
"Is that where you're from?" Bethany asked. Leliana nodded; too happy at the chance to talk about Orlais.
"Yes and fashion is taken so seriously in Orlais that a woman would rather faint once a week then let loose her corset. It's a bit ridiculous when I think about it… but the dresses are to die for."
Bethany giggled, "That's umm… interesting. I've never been outside of Ferelden." Bethany looked down at her hands and began to play with her gloves. She was certain that inside she had just inhaled too much incense and it made her chest feel heavy. She was not infatuated she told herself.
"Not once?" Leliana asked. Bethany shook her head. "But it is nice and calm here in Lothering though it's a much more relaxed pace then Val Royeaux"
"What's Val Royeaux like?" Bethany asked. Leliana smiled and practically squealed at the chance to talk about her former home. Majority of the other Sisters weren't interested in her homesick tales and it was wonderful to know that someone found her interesting, especially a young beautiful girl like Bethany. But before she could start another Sister came to them.
"Sorry to interrupt but Leliana it's your turn to help with the lunch," the drabber Sister informed Leliana.
"Oh," Leliana frowned , "I guess I'll have to tell you some other time… if you still want to know I mean."
"Of course," Bethany said smiling while standing up and stealing another glance at the red head, noticing the braid in her hair, "I'll come back in a few days."
"Well umm… see you later then… Bethany was it?"
"Yes… bye Sister Leliana… I should go check on my mother."
"So how was it?" Bethany's older sister asked only half interested, reading a book in her bed while Bethany sat across the room on her bed, "anything new in the house of the Maker."
"Actually there's a new Sister from Orlais."
"Orlais?" Hawke's interest was piqued.
"Oh yes , she's very friendly and beautiful, and she has the most enchanting voice…"
Briar Hawke looked across the room at her younger sister with a raised brow and a smirk. "If I didn't know any better Bethany I would say you were smitten."
Bethany blushed, "I am not!"
If you click on Bethany in the Chantry in Kirkwall she says that she I miss the Chantry in Lothering and that Sister Leliana told the best stories. That's were I got inspiration for this little crush fic. I have more oneshots in mind.
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