Char: Dorian, Varric, Cassandra, Random Orlesian Noble, Gatsi, Cullen, Josephine, Leliana,

ch sum: Someone asked me "Why does Varric call Da'Saeya Kitten?".

Don't Touch That Button!: Many Misadventures of Da'Saeya

Kitten

Da'Saeya was many things – nimble, smart, graceful, bubbly, strong, adventurous, quick, and tactical. He also could be clueless, naïve, impulsive, and easily distracted. His advisors weren't so sure all of that mixed into one little elf was such a good thing. "I don't really think we should allow him to just waltz right in there, it could be a trap!" Cullen exclaimed as he crossed his arms.

"It could also prove to be a great opportunity to cripple Corypheus' red army." Leliana put in.

"Either way, he's going to be in danger." Josephina added.

"I'll be there," Cassandra crossed her arms. "I'll make sure all goes as plan – whatever option we take."

"What do you think we should do, Herald?" The three advisors and Cassandra finally turned their attention to the elf, whom of which had been silent throughout the entire meeting. He was plucking at the figurines on the war table.

"Herald?" Leliana quirked an amused eyebrow when the elf suddenly looked up at them as if he were surprised they were there.

"Huh?"

"Which option would you go with?" Cullen asked, trying to convince himself that the Herald had been paying attention to them and not just playing with the figurines.

"Uhh…" Cullen sighed inwardly. So much for that…

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"…As such, I think it is imperative that this is dealt with as soon as possible!" The noble prattled on. Da'Saeya nodded slowly. The noble made a noise of triumph as the elf nodded in affirmation.

"Who are you again?" Da'Saeya asked. They were currently towards the front of Skyhold. Da'Saeya had just walked through the gates when a random – Orlesian by the look of his clothing and the mask – noble came up to him to start complaining about something. The Orlesian noble seemed to bristle behind his mask. He was silent for a few seconds before he gave a strained laugh.

"Ah, I am Bertrand Geoffroy-Égide of the Lièvremont family. I understand how difficult it may be for you to remember such a long name, but I assure I am of the-" Bertrand stopped speaking when he noticed the elf wasn't in front of him anymore. He turned around several times but it seemed as if the elf either was never there or he just disappeared in thin air. He gave a loud huff. Holding his head up, he walked with purpose towards the main hall.

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"…Not really sure what they mean as they are now." Varric looked up as he caught the butt end of a conversation. The elven inquisitor was standing talking to Gatsi about the mosaic pieces they'd come in contact with. The elf couldn't resist taking them along. Varric grinned to himself. Saeya was an interesting person. Everything he did was somehow adorable – well when he wasn't wielding daggers or knives. "You get me more of them and…I'll…try…to…" Varric looked up when he heard Gatsi trail off. The elf had walked away mid conversation. He was now examining the statue some ways away from Gatsi. Gatsi caught Varric's eye and raised an eyebrow. Varric just grinned and shrugged.

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Dorian's slowly pulled his gaze away from the book in his hand to regard the person standing before him. It was the elf inquisitor. He was staring at him with wide, curious crimson eyes. Any other time, Dorian would pretend he didn't notice the elf. Saeya would stand there sometimes and just stare at him then continue on his merry way. "Which part of my gorgeous physique has you so smitten that staring at me has become routine?" The elf jumped at the sound of his voice. His already wide eyes widening even more. Saeya was silent before he pointed at his face under his nose. "My mustache?" It was quiet until Saeya blurted out:

"Can I touch it?" Saeya asked. A slow, devilish grin spread across Dorian's face. Silently, Dorian nodded. Saeya stepped closer to the seated mage. He stood there for a few seconds before he reached his hand out slowly – and when it was said to be slowly, it was gruelingly slow. Dorian quirked an amused eyebrow at how the elf inched slowly and cautiously towards him. With one finger, the elf just grazed the hair on his lip before pulling away as if he were burnt. "Its hair!" He chirped in fascination. Both of Dorian's eyebrows rose.

"Yes. It's called a mustache…" Dorian spoke slowly as if he were speaking to a child – hell, he probably was. He couldn't really tell how old the elf was – any elf for that matter. The elf reached out and touched his mustache again before pulling away. He gave a low chuckle before walking away.

Dorian watched in amusement as the elf hopped over the railing – forgoing the stairs as usual.

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Varric watched the elf walk from the rotunda. He'd heard the tell-tale "plop" of him dropping from the 2nd floor. He wondered why the elf jumped off things rather than taking stairs or ladders down. Varric grinned. "Kitten." The elf turned to look at him curiously. "You really are like a cat." Varric chuckled. Saeya made a noise of amusement before walking out of the main hall.

End Notes: I think this chapter has like 4 different drabbles in it. I think most of the drabbles in this collection will come from questions people have asked me about Saeya. You have a question about Saeya? Just ask in a comment, pm, or on my tumblr page: saeyaawrites . tumblr . com