Hurrah! An update!

Mostly just banter between Alistair and Railan though.

Enjoy!

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Her head hurt, like she had just slammed into a wall because she wasn't playing attention to where she was going or she was hit in the head by a bat. Either way, her head felt like she had been hit repeatedly.

The cold, hard ground she was laying on didn't help, of course.

Faint noises came to her as she reached up to feel her head. Mumbling to herself as she slowly sat up and opened her eyes, looking around her. Her gaze caught sight of Jory, everything that had happened coming back to her.

So this was real.

Well, wasn't that just peachy? No, it wasn't some lunatic, fan girl dream. She let out a sigh and cradled her head in her hands. A great, big, giant dragon flying overhead flashed before her eyes, making her wince as a voice drifted back to her. Twisted, dark…the very equivalent of evil.

"I'm glad to see you're awake! Aren't you, Jory?" the last part had her chuckling, sarcasm clear in Alistair's voice and she looked over at Jory again. Still dead to the world, not even Prowl's happy bark woke him, although he appeared to stir for a moment.

"That stuff is nasty, I thought I was going to die by the taste alone." she grasped unto Duncan's offered hand, raising to her feet.

"Then it is a good thing you didn't, isn't it?" there was a some kind of relief in Duncan's eyes, for convincing Jory to drink, maybe. Or for having two out of three survive. Either one was a possibility, both being stuck between bad and good.

"Then you're going to hate the aftertaste. when your taste buds finally kick in, that is." Alistair grinned at her disgusted look. "There's an after taste, really? That might have been nice to know before I drank the gross blood mixture," she patted Prowl, nudging him with her hip when he almost pushed her back on the ground from leaning against her. "Fragile little rogue here," she grinned down at Prowl.

"How do you feel?"

Railan gave Duncan and Alistair a considering look each. "Well, other then the fact that I feel like death was at my doorstep…not bad, I suppose."

There was a muttered curse to their side, making them glance over at the awakening Jory.

"Well, nice to know we didn't have to give you a kiss to wake you up." she chirped, earning herself a scathing look from Jory and amused ones from everyone else. She offered Jory a hand, like Duncan had to her but Jory only swatted her away, getting up by himself. "Alright, alright. You're still pissed off," she sighed, looking upwards at the night sky. Stars shined brightly, proudly; no technology or artificial light to mask them, make them duller.

"What happens now?"

A good question, Railan knew. The Darkspawn weren't so close to Ostagar that Cailan would send them marching towards them in a 'great' battle. And yet they were not so far away that they could easily be ignored, if only for a few days.

But they were marching towards them, and fast.

There were still soldiers who thought this wasn't a true Blight, that the Darkspawn were simply lost. She knew better, Alistair and Prowl knew better. Duncan knew better then to believe the false hope people gave themselves.

"Cailan is having a meeting in a few hours, he would like to see the three of you there." That was all Duncan said before walking away. More important things to do, probably. He is the Commander of the Grey- Commander of Ferelden, wasn't he?

She winced at the thought. And he was going to die avenging Cailan, leaving only her, Alistair and Prowl alive. Probably Jory too, now that he was a Warden, officially. Not…dead, impaled by Duncan's dagger.

There was a rumble, her eyes flickering to Alistair. "You've mentioned Warden hunger, is that it?" Jory sounded amused, his face flushing slightly when his own stomach growled.

"Pigs," she grinned at the both of them, teasing as she started her way towards the Warden camp.

How to kill a few hours 'til the meeting, now…

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Carver Hawke. She almost forgot he was here, that he was involved in the Ostagar battle. Her eyes sweep the whole area, not seeing any sign of his older sibling at all from her vantage point. Maybe Hawke was a mage, and was hiding in Lothering with Leandra and Bethany? She couldn't be sure, having no clue how the elder Hawke looked like at all.

For all she knew, though, the elder Hawke could be here and she was just not seeing Hawke because he or she was not in the immediate area.

She shifted on the piece of stone she was laying on, looking back towards the ever brightening sky.

There was no use trying to look for Hawke. It was not destined for them to meet, at least, not yet. But then again, didn't she just change things by having Jory drink the concoction instead of dying by Duncan's blade?

There was sure to be a domino effect. You don't just change something and expect nothing bad to happen, after all. Like that one Supernatural episode, Balthazar changed the past and saved the Titanic. Therefore making fifty thousand new souls, the Impala never being created, Celine Dion was never famous. Jo and Ellen didn't die.

Things were simpler when this was nothing but a game.

Railan placed an arm over her eyes. What was going to happen now that Jory was alive. Were his wife and child going to die, does one of the people you could recruit not make it or die because of this?

Would Loghain really leave Cailan to die, would Cailan really die or was he going to be saved just in time?

Ah, it was better to just leave the thoughts alone. No one could know the future for certain, not even her. She could guess, sure, but now that there were chances to change things, the future was unknown.

"What are you doing up there?"

Railan blinked, slowly placing herself at the edge to see Alistair.

"Relaxing?" it was posed as a question, though she was certain he should have known why. They had talked in the Fade, after all-gotten to know each other.

"You call laying on a potentially dangerous piece of rock, high above the ground, relaxing?" he sounded incredulous at her, gazing up at her with his honey brown eyes. "Yeah, I like high places. I believe I told you this, they make me feel safer, give me a good view?" she raised an eyebrow at him.

"I also see better from a distance," she added dryly, more out of humour then actual seriousness.

"…like a bird?" he asked this slowly, still wondering why she would feel safe on a slab of rock that could fall and hurt her, possibly kill her.

"Like Hawkeye, if you want to get technical."

He had to think on that one. Hawkeye, who was he again…he believed she mentioned him before, in a conversation they had together.

"Hawkeye's from this comic book called The Avengers, part of a superhero squad that fights against super villains. He's an archer, he's an assassin. He's supposed to be a funny guy-childish, even. But the Avengers movie that came out made him very serious, soldier-like. And he likes to be in high places, says he can see things better from a distance rather then up close."

Right, he was some superhero from her world.

Alistair leaned against the wall, "Are you comparing yourself to this hero, or are you just saying you are a hero?" he tilted his head to look up at her.

"God no. I'd be the worst hero on earth if I was," she scoffed, jumping down and landing beside him. "And how would you be bad?"

"I tend to steal things, try to talk my way through a mess…"

He gave her an amused look, "Should I be worried about you stealing my things then?"

"Maybe, possibly…" she gave him a grin, leaning against him and the wall as they looked over the area. "Don't be too alarmed if something of yours goes missing," she drawled.

"I shall fear for my things,"

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I don't know about this one. Honestly, I just wanted to write something and Virtual Love seemed convenient at the moment.

I've mostly been doing nothing, really.

Well, not nothing. I finished the beading for my moccasins. But other then that…yeah, I've been sitting around, trying to do something.

I've mostly been playing Mass Effect XP

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