A/N: This is just a tease, while I get my life in order. School stinks. Period. Yay Antiva!

This continues from Seheron, hope you like it! Yay Zevran!

To Antiva and Back

Prologue: The beginning of some fun

I woke up to darkness, sitting up in the bed with the curtains fluttering in the wind—the windows were wide open—a small sliver of moonlight shone upon the creaky wooden floor. I could have sworn—I remembered a slight figure in a dark platemail, dodging in front of the small army of men who had me surrounded—and there was such a bright light and then— nothing.

Getting up to close the shutters from the freezing gusts, I stepped towards the window, wincing a little as the floorboards creaked—piercing at this time of night. It was then that I heard a cough and a sneeze, before something or someone swung in through the window, and here I was, completely naked, and the strangest thing was—I couldn't locate my daggers.

The figure pulled the shutters tight, and the winds stopped—though the sounds still blasted around outside. It shivered a little and stamped its feet, muttering, "Whew—it's cold outside."

That silvery voice. It was her—my bella? My suspicions were confirmed when she conjured a handful of fire, illuminating the room. And me. Her eyes widened and she let out a yelp, before extinguishing the blue flames hastily, rummaging in the dark and handing me some cloths.

So she was here—and that dream was… not really a dream.

"You took off my clothes, my bella. Did you really think I'd put on any clothes after that?" I liked her being here. This going to be fun.

"I… I'm sorry, I forgot." I heard the chair creak as she sat—far away from me.

I let disappointment creep into my voice as I put the pants on. In truth, I felt none of that. "You forgot? You always know the words to wound me, my bella."

"Huh? I…"

I could not resist chuckling at her hesitance. "I was jesting."

"Ah. Do you—have the— pants on—Zevran?"

Her embarrassment was so adorable. "Yes I have." She lit a candle that stood on the bedside table in the room. Wherever we were, it was a very well-furnished inn.

"So how was your time in Seheron? Your hair is certainly a lot fairer than it was…" This was true. Her eyes seemed different too, but it might have been the light of the single candle. It was, quite romantic.

"It was… all right."

"Did you have fun tempting the qunari silly with your devilish goddess-like ways?"

She remained silent. Her violet-flecked eyes were glazed, Kiera seemed miles away. I did not really like being ignored—but whatever it was, something was bothering her.

"Normally you'd respond to that. Did Seheron not go well for you, my bella? You're brooding."

"It's something… I'd rather not talk about."

"Is it, by any chance, Sten-related? The qunari did have a thing for you, as I recall."

Kiera stared at me, shock written on her delicate (and quite tanned) features. "What? How?"

"You… filled his empty sheath, remember, restoring his blade with such finesse. One cannot witness that and not notice his later attraction towards you and your actions. Did he finally rise to the occasion?"

That only earned a wry smile. "That sounded vaguely dirty."

"Ah my bella, I'll always be vaguely dirty."

She hiccoughed, looking away—even as a smile twitched the corners of her lovely lips. I must admit, I missed her impish ways immensely. I hoped that sending her to off to the Seheron with that qunari had not ruined her forever.

Perhaps some conversation would distract her from her problems? I wished to know about the qunari lands, but I could see that she was not ready to speak of it, not yet. "So… what happened after that bright light? How did you escape the twenty or so men? They are… quite persistant."

"Were. And I don't think they'll be after you, or me, in the near future." She winked. Ah, my bella was such a tease.

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