I've had a hard time getting back into writing. Here's a quicky. (no, not that kind :P) Hopefully it won't be so long before I update again.
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Agents of the Inquisition were mostly tucked away indoors. The building storm promised an impressive downpour, the dark clouds rolling in, thunder already could be heard in the distance. The Iron Bull didn't mind being indoors this late in the evening. The Chargers were a great bunch, and never failed to entertain. Maryden's tune was jovial, and Dalish was trying to convince Grim to dance. How uncomfortable the man looked with the very idea had everyone laughing.
Warm hands on his shoulders had him slowly turning his head. "Asaaranda."
Her hand slid down his arm and grabbed two of his fingers with her dainty hand. "Come with me."
He smiled at her. Even sitting he was nearly the same height with her standing. "And where are we going?"
She tugged insistently. "Just trust me. Hurry."
He quickly chugged down the rest of his drink, slammed down the mug, and kept up with the quick pace of the Inquisitor as she lead them through the throngs of dancers in the tavern, across the empty courtyard, up the stairs, down the hall and into her room. She dashed across her bedroom, and shoved open the ornamental doors to the balcony.
"What are you doing?" He asked, the rain had started. "Get back inside, you're going to get sick."
"I spent two weeks in the Storm Coast, I'll be fine. Now hurry. Come here."
He joined her on the balcony. She had a magnificent view. "We need to get inside before the storm."
"No," she turned and smiled widely. "That's why we're outside." She pointed up to the dark clouds. "Wait for it…"
"What?"
A great burst of lightning shot from the sky followed closely by an impressive roll of thunder. The sheer power of it was exciting, much like being in battle. She flashed him a wicked grin. "Check this out." She grabbed her staff from where it leaned against the door. "Keep back." She paused, waiting, sensing.
Being so close to the Bas Saarebas, closer than he preferred being to most mages, he could feel the swirl of magic surrounding her, building much like the storm. Suddenly, she shifted, moved gracefully, almost like a dance. Purple lightning shot off in branches from her staff, striking a burst of white lightning from the sky. It burst and leapt, lighting the sky up in an impressive display.
Her eyes, bright with excitement turned to him, a goofy smile upon her face. "Figured that out a few summers ago. Pretty, isn't it?"
It was her personal display of power that really grabbed him. More so, it was the fact that she had all that power, and just used it for fun displays rather than use it as a threat of what she is capable of.
"Beautiful," he agreed before he captured her lips. After all. He wasn't just talking about the firework show.