Hello! This is going to be a collection of one-shots about my character, Catherine Amell(from .net/s/5865239/1/This_Feeble_Heart[rated:M]) and my dear Hermia S's character, Arella Surana(from .net/s/5871011/1/Mercy[Rated: T]). You don't need to read either story to know what's going on, or to understand those fics.

This is going to be a light-hearted little collection of silly kid things, and later suggestive teenage things.

A five-year-old Catherine Amell fidgeted impatiently in the First Enchanter's office, sitting on the floor in the corner. She had been brought to the Tower just a couple days ago and she was terrified.

Everything was too big, too cold, and there were giant men in shiny armor with huge swords and mean voices and she hated it.

The First Enchanter had been nice to her; he gave her the fuzzy blanket she had wrapped around her and a piece of hard caramel to suck on while he went go do some important old man things.

She wasn't sure what, really, but he was really old so it had to be good. Regardless, she decided she liked him.

There was another old man in the Tower – well, there were a lot of old men in the Tower but this one was really old, like the First Enchanter – and he was a jerk.

Catherine wasn't really paying attention, because he was yelling and she learned to ignore yelling really well growing up, but he had an angry face on and was pointing at her like she had stolen one of his cookies, which really confused her.

She didn't steal any cookies, although if she had seen any and known they had been his she might have done so. Anyway, the First Enchanter had said something to the giant shiny jerkface man and put his crinkly hand on her back and led her to his office.

It smelled like dust and cookies for some reason. She liked that. There were candles all over the big desk in the middle of the room and it was just a little warmer – but still really cold.

There were pictures of mountains and hills and a lake and there was one kind of hidden away that was a picture of some woman without many clothes on.

Old people were weird.

Suddenly, the big oaken door opened; there was a loud girly giggle and a warm chuckle that followed the slam of wood on stone. Catherine reflexively snuggled deeper in the folds of her blanket, wrapping it up around her head and covering her face so that only her chocolate eyes were visible.

The old man walked in and stood to the side, gesturing towards to the her little corner. Catherine attempted to melt into the stone.

A small elven girl bounded into the room. It reminded her of a puppy she saw once, all bouncy and floppy-eared; the girl didn't have floppy ears, though, much to her disappointment. They were pointy and poked out from her long hair.

"She's over there, Arella. Go say hello." the First Enchanter prodded, nudging the elf in her direction.

The girl did so, skipping to a beat that Cat couldn't hear at all. She was pale and freckled, with pretty brown hair that reminded her of chocolate and sapphire eyes. The girl caught her lip in between her teeth and grinned, freckles dancing.

She stuck her hand out. "Hi! My name's Arella! I'm FIVE." Arella proclaimed proudly. Her head tilted to the side curiously. "What's your name?"

Catherine eyes darted between the other girl's blue orbs and her hand. Hesitantly, she wriggled her own out and clasped it with Arella's. "My name is Catherine." she said quietly.

"Ohh! That's pretty." she said, nose scrunching. "But it's long. I'm going to call you Cat. That's better." The girl nodded to herself and let go of her hand. "Get out of the blankets, Cat! I'm taking you on the tour!"

"My name is Catherine." she growled, covering her eyes with the blanket. "And I'm not coming out. It's cold out there."

There was a sharp poke that hit her right in the stomach and she grunted in response.

"Come on!" Arella begged. "It's really fun here! I've lived here since... forever, and I know all the really best places!"

Suddenly, her shield was peeled open slightly, so that the elf could peer in with just one eye. "Pleeeease?" she whined, eye going wide.

Catherine sighed and let the blanket fall to the ground. Arella squealed gleefully and tugged the girl off the floor. Again, her head cocked to one side, eye brows pinching together. It looked like it hurt and she was tempted to smash the little wrinkle.

Before she could do so, Arella licked her hand and started running it across Catherine's scalp, smoothing down what damage the fluffy wrap had caused.

The other girl was smiling to her self and biting her lip, eyes narrowed in focus. Her fingers combed through her locks, removing twigs and tangles as best she could.

It took her quite awhile and Cat got fidgety, but eventually the elf was done and she stood back, grinning approvingly.

"There! Your hair is so pretty now!"

"Um. Thanks, I guess." the human responded shyly. "You said something seeing this... place, 'Rell?"

Arella blinked. "'Rell? No one's ever called me that before!" she said, shocked, before giggling. "Well. Okay. You can call me that, Cat. Only 'cause I like you." She held out her hand again. "Come on!"

Catherine chewed her lip for a moment. She never liked people but for some reason she felt right around this other girl. She was funny and had pretty eyes and bounced around a lot; it was entertaining and made her smile. Cat liked to smile.

"I guess you can call me Cat, then." she murmured while grabbing Arella's hand.

The moment she had a firm grip the elf bolted for the door, quickly yelling a good-bye to Irving who was laughing as they flew out of his office.

They spent the entire day walking around the Tower; she was tired and sore and decided that Chantry sisters were jerks, too, but she had fun. Arella made her laugh with her silly gestures and stories and dreams.

She was bouncy and happy and reminded her of a rainbow she saw once; all brightness and goodness and pretty.

Cat loved rainbows.