He bolted upright, perspiration drenching him and causing his tunic and linen pants to stick to him like a second skin. His heart felt like a jackhammer in his chest, rattling against his ribcage so hard her thought it might burst from his chest. It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the dark, and the dim light of the fire, before he realized it was just another nightmare. A groan from his right, and he looked aver at Edana. From her restlessness he deduced that she too was suffering from the nightmares. Rubbing his brow, he tried taking some deep breath's to calm the beating of his heart.
That's when he saw her, sneaking around the camp. He squinted, trying to make out the shape in the darkness. Morrigan, he thought bitterly. He still hadn't found it within himself to trust her, though he could not figure out why. Trying to look past his templar past, past the teaching of the Chantry, he still could not trust her.
'What in Maker's name is she doing…?' He thought to himself, rising off of his bedroll to follow the mage. She glided through the night effortlessly, making it hard to follow her quietly. Alistair was never very good at stealth, but tonight the witch seemed to be distracted and did not notice him. She comes to stop at a small pool of water, crouching down next to it to examine it. She chants, a small arcane glow emitting from the pool. It is as if she is looking into a looking glass that tells the future, and he stands there confused for a moment before he notices…
It's almost too good to pass up. The mage is crouched near the waters edge, her shapely behind sticking out. He thinks of all the comments she makes towards him, about his intelligence… 'Don't do it, she may turn you into a toad…' he thinks, watching with fascination as his own foot comes up and kicks the witch squarely in her curvy derriere.
Morrigan falls forward into the pool, making a great splash. Alistair nearly swallows his fist to keep from laughing so hard he might lose a lung, when he sees the look of murder in the witch's eyes. "YOU!" She bellows at him, scrambling to get out of the pool. He can't help it, he bolts, tears streaming down his face as he stumble-runs out of the clearing and towards camp. She's yelling behind him how she's going to shrink certain parts of his manhood into oblivion when he bursts upon the camp. "HELP ME! SAVE ME! HELP HELP!!!" He yells through his laughter, waking his fellow Dalish Grey Warden with a start.
Edana stood up with blades drawn, eyes wide and hair askew as Alistair runs towards her. He grabs her, and pulls her in front of him like a human shield. "Help! She's a murderous gleam in her eye!" He says through laughter, and the elf can't help but smile though she doesn't know the situation. Morrigan stops before Edana, eyes alight with violence and clothes sopping wet. "That half wit! He… He…" she struggles to speak and not scream at the both of them.
"He interrupted your bath?" She asks then, making Morrigan's eyes narrow with even more anger. "He pushed me into the pond!" Morrigan yells, hands on her hips and chest stuck out defiantly. Alistair erupts with another fit of hysterical laughter. "I c-c-couldn't help it…" he says through the laughter, doubling over as if he cannot get wind. "She was standing there… Oh it was so perfect… hahahahahaha!" Edana can't help but start to laugh herself, finding the whole situation increasingly hilarious. "Morrigan maybe if you didn't try so hard to insult him…" She says trying hard not to break into a fit of laughter.
"I'll turn him into a great stinking pig!" Shouts Morrigan, her face red with anger. Alistair howls with laughter, Edana giggles uncontrollably. "T-t-that wouldn't be much of a change from what he is now though… Don't you have something a little more useful?" she asks through her giggles. Alistair begins to choke on his laughter, "Yeah Morrigan! You're all washed up!!!" With that both Edana and Alistair crumble to the ground in laughter.
Morrigan scowls and walks away beyond flustered.