Kallian's Alphabet

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B is for Bitch

"Yes, well, aside from her being a complete and utter bitch, no, we do not like each other at all." Said Alistair, light humor in his voice as well as seriousness, if that makes sense at all.

"It's true, but she's useful and she's done nothing to harm us." Kallie said, laughing at Alistair's language. It wasn't often that he let one out, but when he did, she couldn't help but chuckle.

"Yes, but don't forget that she's dangerous, and evil and mean."
And a complete and utter bitch.
Kallie added mentally.

As they pulled up camp that morning, Morrigan confronted them, though she seemed calm about it.

"You two had quite the discussion last night." She said simply. "I can live with Alistair hating me, as I would expect nothing more from a Templar, but let's not forget you'd both be dead had it not been for my mother and I."

"My mother and I?" Alistair said, annoyed. "You said yourself that you did nothing."

"Alistair, her mother sent her to help us, and we promised she would come to no harm. We owe her mother, so bite your tongue."
"You are not completely innocent either, Kallian." Morrigan said. "I heard you laughing and agreeing with him."
"Look, Morrigan, you could try to be a little nicer to us all, you know. "
Just as Kallie said this, Leliana walked over.

"Whoa. Awkward time to walk into you three, I see."

Morrigan glared at the normally cheerful bard. "What say you. Do I need to change, or does Alistair just lack the proper parts to cope?"

Kallie snarled. "Void take you, you heartless shrew!" She quickly punched Morrigan in the stomach. The mage retaliated and she threw another punch, this time missing Morrigan altogether. Morrigan threw a punch, hitting Kallie square in the eye. Kallie fell to the ground. Alistair rushed to her side and Leliana held Morrigan back.

"Get off me!" the black-clad mage shrieked to Leliana, shaking her off. Alistair helped Kallian up quickly. Kallie wouldn't take her hand off her now-blackened eye.

Alistair glared at Morrigan with disgust. "Get out of my sight before I do something I will regret!"

Morrigan glared right back at him, a defiant look in her amber eyes.

Kallie grabbed Alistair's arm as he lunged toward Morrigan, ready to burst into a fit of anger at the apostate.

"Stop! There is no reason for this. Morrigan is my friend. This was all so stupid! Leliana, go and fetch Wynne to check my eye. We can't go into Denerim with me looking like this."

Morrigan softened her expression a tiny bit. "But you started the fight…"

"Lay off Alistair. Please." The elf pleaded. "I lost it. I'm sorry, Morrigan. I will never strike you again. Ever."

Morrigan nodded. "Nor I you." Said the mage. "Tis quite the punch you can throw."

"Heh. You too, Morgs. Is my eye bad?" she asked, taking her hand off for the first time.

"I will heal it. It seems as if I have no guilt, no ability to look back, but I do." Said Morrigan.

Morrigan moved her hand towards Kallian's eye, slowly this time, and held out flat rather than in a fist. A blueish mist hovered above her hand and it floated to Kallian's head, slowly healing her bruised eye and allowing her to open and close it again.

"Thank you, and I'm sorry again." Kallie said. She threw her arms around the tall mage's neck and hugged her. Alistair stood in shock, watching his love and his enemy repair their friendship. Morrigan awkwardly accepted Kallie's apologetic hug, and after a moment, hugged back.

"All's well and ends well." Leliana said as she came back with Wynne. "Come on, Wynne. Let's see if Sten needs our help.