Alistair

She stood there in front of him, with her back the only thing he could see. Her long red hair flowed along her voluptuous curves as though the wind was at her bidding. He felt like he knew who it was, but he could't seem to remember who. She wore robes that clung to her curves and shined like the stars in the night. It was the circle robes, one of the apprentices, he could tell from his templar days. Looking between the two, her hair and the robes, he felt like they did not belong together.

Trying to call for her to turn around, his voice wouldn't come out. He tried to take a step, but could't move his feet. She tensed as if she knew he was trying to call her, but she walked away from him and inside he was screaming for her to turn around. His eyes never left her form as she left.

In the distance he could see someone coming towards her and he felt anguish from them. The other person, he could tell was male, but not much else besides his golden hair that trailed along his face. Alistair watched them as if in slow motion, slowly torturing him.

He tried to raise his arms, to call her back, all as his chest felt heavy.

~waking up from dream~

"Time to wake up, sleepyhead!" Alistair woke up to find Meara right before his eyes. He blinked before the sight actually registered.

"W-what are you doing in my tent?" He tried to stand up, but fell back on his butt because he didn't have enough room to stay up and move around. "Ow," he moaned.

"Oh, quit it. I'm not actually in your tent, I just came to get you up." She rolled her eyes and let go of the flap of his tent and turned around to head out. "I just popped my head in, nothing so sacrilegious or wrong with getting you up," she mumbled.

He stared at where she was before she left and could't help but blush. "Well, I didn't mean anything by it, I was just... surprised... That's all."

"Of course," he heard her start sarcastically. "That would explain why you jumped up and almost knocked down your own tent. Should I just yell to get you up next time? Would that be better?"

He hurried up and tried to stop his blush before it got any worse and left his tent. She stood to his right and her long hair fell down her back in those fiery waves while the sun made her gleam as it bounced off her. She had her dark armor on with her knives wrapped around her hips and she had a bow on her back covered partly by her hair. Her face was titled towards the sky and she had a small smile, as if just being in the sun was the best thing in the world.

"I think I can get up by myself," he complained and she just looked at him innocently and raised her hands up.

"Hey, I was up and Duncan said that we should get going and meet with the other recruit to start whatever it is that he has planned for us." She dropped her hands and and gave him a smirk. "I guess I became the errand-runner because I was the only up at the time."

"Well, I was a little preoccupied at the time." Alistair tried defending himself, and horribly at that.

She didn't look convinced at all, she just lifted her thin eyebrows and tried to look stern. "Schedules are to be kept and meetings should never be forgotten. If you were preoccupied you should have been more attendant to the time." Her cheeks slowly crept up and she couldn't hold the facade of seriousness as a laugh erupted from behind her lips. "Okay, even I could tell that was bad, but I don't think I can keep up a serious face for too long."

"We should go and get to Duncan before he yells for us," Alistair said.

"Alistair, Meara! Come over here!" Duncan yelled.

She snapped her fingers, gave a big smile, and laughed as she said, "Too late for that. Time to get back to work." Turning her head, Alistair caught a slight gold gleam from her right ear as she walked away.

Meara

As I walked towards Duncan, I heard Alistair start to follow me. Duncan waited for us by the fire, same as the night before, but this time there were two others standing beside him. Huh, must be the other recruits waiting by him.

One of the fellows looked very tall and had red hair cropped close to his head and his skin was pale. He wore chain mail and a longsword on his back, probably a warrior. The other one wore leather armor and had curly black hair with daggers at his sides and a smile on his face. His skin was a darker brown and his fingers twitched at his sides. Both turned their heads when I came to Duncan's side.

"There you both are," Duncan said, probably still a little annoyed that I couldn't bring Alistair quicker because he didn't smile, even a little. He turned his head and introduced the other two as Ser Jory from Redcliffe and Daveth as a fellow. I laughed at that one(inside of course), and smiled when he subtly checked me out, no harm in his charming ways. Duncan said that we would be going into the wilds and get darkspawn blood and had to look for some old documents, something about treaties or recruitment stuff, but I lost interest. Daveth kept staring at me, and I found no harm in staring at him. Duncan told us to get going and Alistair grabbed my arm and turned me towards the entrance to the wilds, gripping my arm like I was about to die or something. Geez, what is he all riled up about?

"Alistair, is something wrong? Why are you gripping me like your life depended on it," I complained. He looked at me, but just like in the morning it seemed like it didn't even register to him. He just stared and blinked a couple times before he let go of my arm and looked shocked.

"Sorry," he mumbled, and looked down.

I clicked my tongue at him. "That's not the way to get someone's attention you know. All you have to do is ask and I'll listen to what you have to say," I teased. Seeing him blush all the way to his ears made me laugh. Alistair is just so cute when he is trying to act innocent.

"And all you have to do is call my name and I'll listen to you," Daveth purred at me and Alistair's head shot up so fast not even the sound of light could beat it. His eyes were wide and his blush was in full view of everyone, because it never had the time to disappear. I looked at Daveth and both of us laughed at Alistair, which he wasn't pleased at. He tried glaring at me, but his blush was just to obvious that I just couldn't keep a straight face looking at it.

Figuring I should probably give Alistair a break, I looked at Daveth, innocently I might add, and asked, "What would I have to say?" Daveth smiled.

"You know, I like your personality. You're a feisty one."

"I'm feisty now am I?" I laughed. "I thought I was blunt but sneaky." I shrugged my shoulders. "I've been told I have a habit of talking others into the most ridiculous things, just ask An-" I stopped short. I shook my head, as if to rid my thoughts of him. "Nevermind that. You wouldn't know him."

"Oh, a little hitch in the road there." Daveth raised his eyebrow.

"That is a story for a later evening."

"We should get going and find what we're looking for before the end of the night." Alistair stated.

"Okay then, lead the way oh fearless leader." I gestured into a curtsy and nodded my head at him. Daveth laughed and Ser Jory looked uncomfortable and Alistair's face was just priceless. He looked like I called him the king or something.

Once inside the Korcari Wilds we ran into wolves, and I don't mean the nice ones that leave you alone, I am talking about the ones that are hungry and attack anything in sight. Alistair jumped into the fray alongside Jory while I stayed back with Daveth stooting arrows and throwing my knives at the ones who got too close, using a bit of my magic as strings to swing them back. When all the wolves were now dead, bloody, and in front of my feat, I looked down at them and felt sad. I mean, it's not like I asked them to attack us. I wiped the blood off my knives, just as everyone else was doing, and looked farther into the wilds. The lands looked half dead and decaying with the death and dying plants strewn all across it's floor and the little ponds were turning black from all of the corruption.

And that's it for now. Tell me how you like it, please, or what you think I can do to make this a better story.