A/N: why i feel like continuing this crack instead of my other stories is beyond me...
i've actually had little desire to write lately, but i blame that on some soul-searching and ME3 (amazing game :3) so this is that 'half-chap' i mentioned last time, and i finished it... then left it... then decided to add the last part because i felt it was getting too angsty and fluffy, and there wasn't enough 'hilarity ensued' anymore in this lovely baby, when here it was the entire point...
and i realized last chap didn't involve a naked Tess or Sauciness... i must correct this :3
Enjoy!
A certain 'Fascination'…
On the road…
It had been another long day of walking, the normal routine of a scouting party forgone as the entire group merely walked along the road at a leisurely pace, eventually stopping by a river. Tess, their leader, had called the halt for some strange reason, no one was particularly tired, and since they'd traveled in such a large group instead of smaller ones there hadn't been a single attack all day. Most of them were bored, namely Alistair and Morrigan, who expressed it in their three hour long argument that started with some comment about deep mushrooms… the fact that it was still going on, despite everyone else neatly seated and relaxing by the river told everyone just how 'bored' they were.
Zevran sat, puzzled by his fellow elf's actions, as he watched the rest of the group…
Leliana was stretched out, lying by the river quietly, humming something to herself, that melodic tone to her voice catching in his pointy ears…
Wynne was nearby, reading a book he didn't quite recognize, the old woman giggling to herself as she occasionally glanced up at the 'arguing' pair, shook her head disapproving and turned back to her book…
Sten was a bit further off, arms and legs crossed, as he seemed to normally do when they had a moment's rest. Zevran assumed the Qunari was meditating, but for all he knew the man could be just as well asleep…
Bal was curled up next to the semi-giant, obviously asleep as he was lying flat out, barking and fidgeting as he chased some dream morsel…
Shale was standing off, further away from the river. The assassin wondered if the stone had a fear of drowning, as strange as it sounded, but that hadn't stopped the construct from crossing the lake to the Mages' Tower so that couldn't quite be it… although it did seem to be having something of a one-sided conversation with the merchant dwarf that followed them while his son just seemed to stare at Shale. The golem must have been used to it by now; it wasn't hurling crystals at them for one thing…
"I'm telling you, Witch, that stuff is poisonous…" The not-quite-Templar's voice rang across the small clearing…
"Oh, you're telling 'Me' something, twit," the sarcasm bit heavily in the woman's tone as she cocked her hip with a hand on it, "Because yes, I'm sure you have years of experience dealing with deadly poisons and the multitude of natural ingredients that can both cure and kill, hmm?"
"I'm just saying I know from experience-" now the adorable strawberry blonde had his own hands on his hips as he leaned down closer to the black haired woman, just glaring at her.
"You're experience is about as accurate as-" now the witch had leaned in too, golden eyes bore into the man's…
Zevran honestly wondered what was wrong with those two humans. They fought well enough, as in actual combat, even backing each other up without a word and together were actually a marvelous combination on the battlefield, about as good as Tess was with Bal, but outside of battle…
"Witch!"
"Idiot!"
… It was as if they were compelled to argue with one another like small children. Most of the time the 'fights' were about nothing and ended relatively quickly once something else caught their attention. Other times just because of a misplaced word or snide comment they'd go into an all-out war which could last for hours if not handled quickly…
Suddenly a large burst of rock shot up between the two who'd been about an inch apart and glaring at each other in their own little world. Luckily months of training and hard work had their reflexes honed to a 'T', allowing the two to jump away from the 'sudden' attack, both turning in unison towards the riverbank…
"Wynne… y-you just…" Alistair stared at the older mage, flabbergasted that she'd just used her earth magicks to halt their 'little' argument.
Morrigan merely glowered at the old woman, not the same kind of glare she sent towards the not-Templar Zevran couldn't help but notice, but one that was truly full of the kind of malice someone used when about to kill a person.
Zevran twitched a pointed ear as he watched the scene, wondering for a moment if the two actually argued because they liked arguing with one another, since they didn't try nearly as hard to strike up conversation with the others as they did with bickering between the two of them…
"Yes, Alistair I did," the elder mage quietly closed her book, taking her time to look at the two of them, Leliana next to her was trying hard not to snicker too obviously, "I thought it about time the two of you stopped this silly game…"
"Hmp," Morrigan huffed as she crossed her arms, looking anywhere but at the elder Tower Mage.
Alistair followed her in rolling his eyes, "Please, it's not like we've been arguing for that long…"
"Four hours, twenty-two minutes," all eyes turned to the deep rasping voice of the Qunari, who still had his eyes closed. Bal snorted in his sleep next to him.
Wynne raised a wizened brow at the two standing, only a slight smirk on her face.
Alistair sputtered something while Morrigan just continued glowering at the elder mage.
"It is strange that the swamp-witch and paltry-knight have argued this long," Shale's earth shaking steps could be felt as the golem made its way back to the main group, apparently tired of the company of dwarven admiration. The construct paused a few feet from the wilds mage, looking down at her and barely giving any notice to the man not far away, "I would think you like the sound of each other's voices with how long you'd go on in circles, how It puts up with the two of you is a true mystery…"
Snickers abounded across the group as the golem just said what was on all their minds, while Alistair sputtered and blushed in embarrassment and denial, Morrigan turned red for an entirely different reason…
"T'is something you wish to insinuate, construct," There was that look in the witch's eyes again, like what was in front of her she could really kill if not for some small thread holding her back…
Shale put its hands on its hips and merely looked down at the glowering witch, "T'is an insinuation I've made, hrm…" a disgruntled look crossed the golem's glowing face as it looked around, "Though, now that I've thought about it, where is It? Usually It never misses a moment to tease the swamp-witch…"
Gold eyes narrowed on the walking stone as Morrigan crossed her arms, feeling slightly less murderous, "Stop calling me that…"
"Would 'scantily-clad-evil-magical-squishy' be better to its liking?" Shale merely looked down at the dark witch, tilting its head slightly as if daring her to say something.
Morrigan merely glared at the glowing stone… before turning on Alistair who had a hand clasped over his mouth trying to hide his snicker, "Shut up, twit…"
At that the not-quite-Templar doubled over and started full on laughing, the witch growling in return…
Several of the others of the party joined him, snickering and laughing at the oddly common occurrence.
Amidst the giggles and snide comments, Zevran peered around the riverside, now while the golem was just laughing at Morrigan and Alistair in its own way, it had made a point, where was their leader? The assassin's light eyes scanned the entire surrounding area, not seeing a hint of white or steel belonging to the fine specimen of elven femininity he had the pleasure of knowing intimately. He sighed to himself, getting to his feet intent on finding her, seeing as everyone else was preoccupied.
For the briefest of moments he wondered if there was a reason for her absence, but that was pushed aside in lieu of needing to find her… just to know she was safe, of course…
xXx
By a pond…
It was the sound that caught him before his eyes caught sight of her. The elven man's ears perked, he'd never heard her humming before, certainly not a tune he knew, and certainly not something like this. The assassin moved the underbrush from his eyes, feeling a strange need to keep in the shadows, unseen to her piercing eyes, so he may see her, for once, before she sees him…
And see her he did, the woman that led them, the woman who fought with them, the one he had bedded and fatally fallen for. He still loved her; he could feel it in his heart, followed by the dull ache from her rather public rejection. It had not been long, a month or two perhaps, since that event, when the female Warden had reached her limit with the amorous attentions from her warring friends, seeking shelter at the witch's camp with the stone and Qunari as her guards… only for everything to explode in a flurry of emotion as she rejected all three of them in one swift angry move. They had deserved it, Zevran admitted to himself, their jealousy had tattered the bonds of their group, leaving the three of them fighting for their leader's affection when she'd only wanted to maintain peace and keep them all happy… she'd never wanted one of them like that, it had been weird hearing that from the Witch of the Wilds after the Warden woman had taken her leave, only to be followed by the agreement of Shale and Sten.
That had been a hard pill to swallow for sure…
Things had been quiet since then, everyone trying to get back to normal while avoiding the painful emotions.
Then there was Denerim… and an entirely different fiasco…
"Are you just going to keep staring, or are you going to come closer?"
It was thanks to years of being a Crow that prevented Zevran from leaping several feet in the air at her voice. How long had it been since he'd heard her voice? There wasn't that normal jovial sound to it, nor that slightly confused or surprised sound she so often used when encountered with something she didn't know… no this was the sound of someone old, resigned, something dark and heavy she held in her soul that was never let out…
Zevran pushed the underbrush aside, still as silently as possible, not wanting to change the atmosphere any more than his presence already did. What he saw was something strange indeed, before him was Tess, sitting with her back completely bare to him, it took him a moment to realize that she was seated at the edge of a shallow pond, completely naked with her legs crossed as her arms moved about some action he could not decipher from where he was…
"You can come closer, there is no reason to stand so far away," it was that tone again, that not-quite-right not-quite-light tone, there was something methodic about it, and as the assassin stepped closer her began to realize why. In her hand was some kind of device, something old by the looks of it, yet well taken care of, it had a needle at one end and as he stepped closer he watched as she dipped it in a bowl of reddish liquid, satisfied with its contents, brought it up and proceeded to run the needle end along a point on her arm, right where her tattoos ended. Her crystal colored eyes seemed hazy as she stared unblinking, first outlining an invisible design in her mind along the end of her existing tattoo, almost as if she were extending it…
Fascinated, the assassin stepped closer and closer, his light eyes never leaving the spot she was working on as blood and ink melded in the fine points and the color set in to her skin. By the time he had sat down beside her she had dipped the needle twice, still working on the lining for that one part, "Fascinating…"
"Hm," she vaguely nodded, eyes half-lidded as she seemed almost in a meditative trance, mind focused on nothing as her body mechanically worked on this singular task…
The pond-side clearing was quite for several minutes as the Assassin merely watched as the Mage extended her existing markings…
"Aren't you going to ask?" she said almost flatly, a small amount of curiosity finding the edges of her voice.
"I was going to ask about the humming, but this fascinates me far more at the moment," The assassin said with a slight amount of amusement in his voice. His light colored eyes rose slightly, catching her eyes as they continued to stare at her task, a light amount of amusement in them as she gave a soft smile.
"It's something I remember from my mother," she spoke softly, almost reverently, "The only thing I remember from her…" the hand with the needle paused a moment, lifting slightly as her body gave an involuntary shake, her eyes clouding for only that moment as a look came over her face like she had cried over it enough already, "I was so young when they found me, I don't know how I know that song, or that it's really from my mother…"
Zevran looked up at her eyes again, keeping track of them, trying to empathize with the emotions held there, "'Found you'?" he asked lightly, her eyes shifting slightly, "You've never spoke of your past before, especially not before the Tower…" his eyes stayed on her as his hands gripped his ankles, "I'd always wondered how the Circle of Mages got their hands on a Dalish child, hm?"
For the first time in this encounter her crystalline eyes raised and looked directly into his light ones, something solemn and sad in them, "from what I was told, I can't have been older than four when the Templars found me in the woods, far to the southwest, in the glens between the Brecilian Forest and the Kokari Wilds…" those eyes lowered, becoming clouded with memories that didn't really exist, "They say there was a body of a woman next to me, whom I was crying over, and a large beast of a wolf with bone all over its back, a dire wolf of some kind they said…" the clouds returned to her eyes as she trembled, enough to make her put the needle down, "They say the woman had darker skin then mine, with hair whiter than snow, she clutched in her hands a double-bladed foreign weapon, everything about her screamed she was not from here," Tess clenched her teeth and fists, "She had no tattoos, no signs she was Dalish, yet I do," she absentmindedly ran a hand along the right side of her face, along the oldest of her tattoos, "I came to the Tower with this part already, I must have been from a Dalish clan to have them, but then who was she? My mother? Kidnapper?" suddenly her eyes snapped to Zevran's a pleading question in them, "From what I have seen of the elves here, both Alienage and Dalish, I-I don't…" her eyes faltered, falling to stare at her hands, examining the dark skin tone, "I don't belong…"
Zevran placed his hand over her trembling one, trying to comfort her without words and to show her she was not alone. When he had first met her, even though he had been assigned to kill her, he had noticed she was a bit 'different'. It wasn't just her personality, or the way she handled situations, she was right to question her place in this world, since even though she did have the tattoos he'd never seen a Dalish with skin naturally as dark as hers, or hair that was naturally white, or eyes with such a vivid color. Perhaps the strange woman had been her mother, perhaps she was a foreigner, so what? He was, and while Antivan elves tended to be more of a 'gold' color, like him with his lightly bronzed skin, gold hair and light eyes, maybe her mother was just from another country, perhaps to the north? Or the south since they found her south? Maybe her father was the Dalish one which was why she had the tattoos, maybe something happened to him and her mother was fleeing with her? Who was to know…
He squeezed her hand, wanting to say all that and more, but the words never finding his lips. Maybe that's just how they were; things didn't need to be said. He gave a light smile, chuckling in his throat, "What brought all this melodrama on, hm?"
Tess raised her eyes from her hands, glancing at the assassin under her lashes before looking down embarrassed, "I was thinking of the Alienage back in Denerim," her hand flexed in his as a frown marred her beautiful face, "About Shianni and her request for help," her fist tightened, threatening to break his hand, "About how useless I feel that we couldn't do anything immediately to help them… and…"
"And…?" he said almost flatly as he deftly removed her hand from his, turning it over as he tried to get the stiffness he felt in the appendage out by flexing it, "You are disappointed in that we could not immediately look into their problems? That we have somehow failed them, no?"
The white haired woman frowned slightly, eyes facing the placid pond surface, "We couldn't stay, had we, we'd have been arrested undoubtedly by Lohgain's men, or someone else equally dangerous," her white brows furrowed as she remembered the look of that man she saw in the market, surely he worked for Lohgain, or was in with him about ruling the country or something, but the look in his eyes when he laid them upon her… the naked woman gave an unconscious shiver, banishing the image from her mind, "I'm beginning to dislike humans," she muttered, rubbing her arms, "At least some of them…"
Zevran stared ahead, understanding her opinion but not voicing his own. As a Crow he had seen the worst humanity had to offer, and to him it was no different from Elvin kind or Dwarves, perhaps even Qunari as well. People were cruel, often for no good reason beyond personal gain. The fact that this was her first time in a 'real' human city, seeing the real world and the 'plight' of their people… "It is no different than any other city…"
Her eyes, those crystal clear shards that stabbed so accurately into his heart, turned on him, "Why is that? Why are people like that?" her brows dipped lower as she faced the pond again, burning a hole into the liquid pool, "why is there a difference?" her white brows furrowed as she stared deeper, "Human, Elf, Qunari, Dwarf, whatever the hell Morrigan is… Mage, Apostate, Knight, Assassin, Bard, Soldier… why is there a difference, why does any of that change how people treat each other?"
The assassin smirked, placing his hand over his mouth to try and quell the snickering he could feel coming. She had had this simmering on her mind for quite a while if the amount of anger she was letting through was any indication, but that wasn't what was causing the hardened Assassin to almost snicker. It was the honest look on her naïve face, "Mia Bella, ha ha, you are so naïve sometimes," he smiled suavely as the young woman glowered his way, "I often forget you grew up away from the world, with all the saving of it you do… but alas, your true nature shows, such adorable idealism, no?"
White brows fidgeted, "Says you, whom was originally sent to kill me, only to join and bed me, hm?" now it was her turn to smirk, her hand idly picking up the needle again and dipping it in the ink.
"Ah, the cruelties I undertake for my job," Zevran dramatically struck his hand to his heart, almost as if he were struck by an arrow there. His light eyes caught the smirk that touched her lips as she looked away, back on her task. He smiled, something soft and honest, a rare thing to be found the lips of an assassin, "Tess?"
The white brow closest to him piqued, "That sounds strange, my actual name coming from your lips…" her eyes glanced sideways at him, a light spark of amusement in them as opposed to the cloudiness from earlier, "Been quite a while, so this must be important," despite her own observation, the tiny mage went back to her work, eyes diligently on the lines of blood and ink being etched into her skin.
Now it was his turn for his eyes to become solemn. What had he wanted to say? Her comment had been true, harmless but true. His eyes looked away for a moment, to collect his thoughts. The mask he wore of the cheery-suave Elf slipped away, and the hardened man he was underneath showed. When he looked back at her she hadn't moved her eyes from her task but he had the feeling she knew, the same way he knew how she truly felt, about her insecurities about the world and her place in it, was the same way she knew his insecurities and jaded nature as well. His eyes watched hers for a moment, his brows flattening as the tiredness showed in his eyes, "why did you reject us?"
The white haired woman paused in her task, eyes never finding their way to his.
Zevran stared at her, patient as the killer he was letting her gather her thoughts to answer the question that had been burning in his mind for that past month.
There was silence between the two elves, a long drawn out silence that even the nature surrounding them did not dare to traverse. The pond was still, the leaves in the trees did not dance, not a single animal entered within their presence as the two remained perfectly still, the assassin staring at the mage as she merely looked somewhere between the ground and water.
"I don't want to hurt anybody," was her final response.
The male elf tilted his ears back slightly, eyes never leaving her solemn face. He could tell by the blank look on her face she honestly meant it, but that didn't help heal the wound in his heart, "You failed in that endeavor, no?"
A very minute smile creeped along her lips, almost ashamed as her crystalline blue eyes lowered slightly, "I know," she sighed deeply closing her eyes and putting her arms down, "It is better I hurt you all at once then individually," she turned to him, that solemn look on her face never leaving as she gave a sad smile, "Otherwise the three of you would have fought trying to determine who it was I 'chose' in the end, when I chose none."
Zevran stared at her, face completely impassive, something Tess was not used to seeing but it proved yet again that he was indeed a highly trained assassin and not just some meager rouge, "I understand." Somehow with his words he finally deflated showing the heartbroken man that he was as he looked down at his crossed arms, "It does not make me feel any better, but I understand…"
A genuine smile tugged at the edge of the mage's lips as she turned back to the pond, arms raising intent on continuing her endeavor, "Thank you."
Zevran's head peaked up at the low tone of her voice, noticing her going back to her task. A pout formed across his face as he wanted to question her more, wanted to ask 'why' she didn't pick one over the others, why she didn't return their feelings, why she didn't pick him… but without having to ask she did answer him. She had been the entire time he'd been there. Slowly the elf-man started to realize that while she did not want him as more in a romantic way she did value him as someone she could trust, after all she was still here sitting naked doing what looked like a long adhered to and thought out ritual and even lamented to him concerns she had not shared yet with the others and probably never would, after all they weren't 'elves', they wouldn't understand…
"Mia Bella," despite the low and almost shy tone he used to say his favorite 'nickname' for her, the blonde elf felt exceedingly gratified as the light smile on her lips widened just the smallest bit at its reuse, "What are you doing, if I may be so bold as to ask?"
"You may," the smile turned into a smirk as her eyes remained trained on her task, "You always wondered where all my tattoos came from," blue eyes glanced over at him coyly for a moment, "Well I suppose this would be the answer," she smirked turning back to her task, "Every year, on the day I came to the Tower I extend my existing tattoos," she raised her arm, inspecting the section she had just finished, "Every year they change, growing longer or branching out," she turned, dipping the needle before looking over her exposed body wondering where to start from next, "I may even decide to start new patterns, depending on how I feel the year has changed me," she turned her hand over, finding an empty patch of skin under her wrist and smiling wryly, "This year quite a bit has happened, so it may take me a bit longer to get it right compared to the previous times," she set the needle down, her eye brows twitching a moment as she ignored the initial pinch of pain as the needle made contact with skin.
Zevran smiled, not a smirk or saucy coy grin, but just a genuine smile. She was right; he had always been curious about her tattoos, always lingered on them when in bed together or just stared at as he helped bandage her up after a fight. They were marvelous, intricate in their patterns and always fetching in his opinion. And here she was, showing him how she made such art…
Yes, he smiled, knowing he was the only person she had shown such a ritual too, and part of him felt special knowing she didn't turn him away from this. He may not have her romantic interest, and they may never lay together again because of all this mess, but he took comfort in the thought that she still trusted him, still relied on him, still was there for him and let him be there for her.
Somehow, the prospect of being her Confidant didn't seem so bad anymore…
xXx
Several hours later, back at camp…
Tess flicked her wrist, letting the sting of the new markings settle. She flexed her hand and flipped it over, looking at the new throne pattern there, "I think this turned out rather well," crystalline eyes glanced from the mark to the man next to her it represented.
Zevran laughed in his throat, "It is rather dashing I think, no?" his eyes closed as he smirked, taking her hand a moment and giving it a squeeze. The white haired woman smirked at his chivalry before the assassin turned away, noting the darkening sky as they came closer to the camp, "I wonder if the others will notice?"
The elvin woman laughed into her hand, "They didn't noticed last year," her eyes smirked as he gave her an incredulous look, "You didn't either…"
"Ah," the dramatic assassin placed a hand on his heart, "Mia Bella you wound me," he piqued one eye open at her, noticing her incredulous look, "Had we bed each other yet?"
With a roll of her eyes and a smirk on her lips, the Warden took a step forward, "No, I don't believe so," there was a light laugh in her voice as the male elf followed close behind her, "And perhaps that's your only saving grace."
At the white haired woman's joke the two elves shared a look, before laughing.
As they grew closer to camp and their own laughter had died down, both elves' ears perked at the sound of battle. Immediately both lost the jovial looks on their faces, a sterner battle-ready look coming over them as Zevran grabbed his daggers and Tess summoned her shields and charges each hand with offensive magic. The two shared a look, far more serious than moments before, and Tess nodded taking the lead. Zevran nodded behind her, never for a second thinking to take the position.
As the two crept closer to the camp, sticking to the shadows, Zevran easily slipping into sneaking and blending with the environment around him, and Tess being surprisingly agile and quiet, perhaps because she lacked her massive armor. The two made it to a bush that separated them from whatever battle was taking place, both their ears were twitching as the picked up the sounds of steel against something hard. Tess could sense magic being used but something about it was off…
Both elves shared a final look, it obviously etched on both their faces that they thought something was weird; there was enough struggling, cursing, or other such sounds they'd become accustom to in the heat of battle. The blonde raised a brow, giving a cocky suave grin as if suggesting a joke. White brows lowered into a mild glare as the female elf couldn't help the small smirk touching her lips.
As one the two jumped from behind the bush, knives and magically imbued fists drawn…
… only to fizzle and slump at the sight in front of them.
For a moment Tess' mouth was hanging somewhere on the ground before her hand, no longer imbued by magic, smacked her forehead loudly, "You've got to be sodding kidding me!"
A snort escaped Zevran before placing a hand trying to cover up the bemused smirk and snickers threatening to release themselves, "W-well, Mia Bella, that's one way for them to finally end that argument…"
Somehow, while the two elves had been away, it seemed Morrigan and Alisatair's 'argument' had continued… and apparently escalated…
"Yea, get him, get him!" Leliana enthusiastically yelled while pumping her fists…
"Is that the best you got, the swamp-witch isn't even trying!" Shale bellowed with a chuckle…
"Come on boy, its just one mage!" Wynne laughed as she joined the crowd in taunting Alistair…
"Shut up!" Who yelled back at them before getting swung at by on large hairy black appendage.
Bal jumped up on his haunches and barked triumphantly…
Sten, who was standing as close to 'center' of the 'arena' looked at Alistair down, raised his left hand and made a whistling sound, somehow he had become the referee…
"Muhahaha!" Morrigan the giant spider chittered, "Miss something there? I'd go easy on you if you'd only say it!"
Alistair growled as he was held up by Sandal and his father, "Not on your life witch," He grabbed his sword and shield and charged back at the giant dire spider.
"C'mon lad, it's just a big bug," Bodahn said with a chuckle pushing Alistair back to his feet.
There was a boisterous laugh not far behind them as Oghren walked up drinking, "Little pike-twirler doesn't know how to handle a fine woman like that," the distinct sound of metal hitting the ground resounded along with enraged chittering as everyone else laughed harder. The red haired dwarf grinned wide, " 's matter boy, gonna let 'er walk all over you like that!" the laughter grew louder.
"That is NOT what this is about!" Both spider and dirt-faced Templar shouted before continuing their 'duel'.
Tess raised her head, peaking one crystalline eye out to look at the 'carnage' going on, one ear twitching, "So this is what happens when I step away for a little while?"
There was a masculine chuckle to her left as Zevran grinned, "It appears so, though I have to say this is far more enjoyable then their earlier debate, no?"
The white haired elf-woman smirked as she folded her arms, "I guess it is," her eyes darted to his a moment and the two shared a little understanding before laughing. It seemed no matter what life went on, despite what happened between them, the pains they felt or understanding they earned, the world kept moving, in interesting and creative ways.
Tess nudged him, a smirk lighting her dark tan features.
Zevran smirked, "Should we ruin their fun?"
The white haired woman gave a light chuckle, "No, this is far too amusing…"
"Indeed," the blonde smirked, enjoying the company and the entertainment.
A/N: thanks as always to all those that review, and those that read and laugh (whom should say something about how funny it is~) and all that jazz :3
my brother is somewhere on the planet and appearently more concerned with paradoxes then the crack i write for him... shame on him, and his ME3 army sucked, i've already got over 7000! and not even beaten the game -evil grin- master of the universe!
yea, about that... -munches chips- oh, and for anyone guesses, Tess' 'mom' is actually my Neverwinter Nights Character -drum roll- and don't laugh at the name... -.- Anko Turel! (cookies for those of you that get both show/game references that go into this name :3) who in the original NWNs was an 'elf' (whom i tried to make look as close to a dark elf as possible, -sigh- old school-ness) who was a druid-ranger (because i'm awesome and i get more super spells XD) but i loved the martial 'double-bladed' weapon in that game (where is it in 2!) and if you haven't noticed 'crazy' smash-things-mage runs in the family, also owning 'dogs' since mama had a dire wolf companion (WHERE IS MY DIRE WOLF IN NWN2! -.- fail) named Melchior... bonus points to who can guess the name of Tess' son's dog's name? XD and since NWN/2 has ambiguous endings, and i'm that geeky, i thought 'what the hell' Anko Turel traveled the lands, had saucy pirate raids, saved some forest spirits, and hooked up somewhere and had a baby in feralden... why not? double geek-points!
plus my whole input on the 'elves' of feralden, my opinion is that since the 'elf' plus human makes a human i'm under the assumption that all the Dalish are actally half-elves, and since Tess' mom was a 'full'-elf from a foreign land, she's like 3-4ths elf, so if she had a baby with a human (-coughs-cullen-coughscoughs-) it'd be a 'normal' half-elf... since i can't see Tess having a kid and it NOT having pointy ears, would just totally screw with the mojo... genetic maths go!
so yea, geek references in geek logic, have fun with that :3 (review -.-)
till next -salute-waves- Sayounara, Mina!
-Ikasury
