Title: 100 Themes Challenge #77 – Test (Just To See)

Pairing: Just Fenris~

Word Count: 720

Summary: Fenris is taking a walk, and decides to prove Merrill wrong. Frolicking doesn't make or break an elf. Nope. No it does not.

Note: I like crack. It makes me happy. :X Prompt for this was given by somebody else lol. They told me grass, so I thought meadow, and frolicking, and then Fenris D; YAAY

"But do you frolic?"

"Of course we do! We wouldn't be elves, otherwise!"

Fenris rolled his eyes as he recalled the conversation between the Merrill and Varric that he had overheard on a misadventure with Hawke to the Bone Pit. Pffft. Frolicking. Who said an act made the elf?

… Well, he wouldn't really know. He had never tried frolicking. At least, not that he could recall. Perhaps he had before he'd been brutally branded with lyrium and had his memory swiped clean… But that couldn't really count, since he didn't remember it.

The former slave continued his walk around Sundermount, relishing in the quiet of the early morning. He didn't even know why he was thinking about it. It was ridiculous. Another stupid idea from the crazy blood mage. Imagine that! He laughed at the empty air, but as his bare toes grew wet from the dew clinging to the grass, the laugh faded. Stopping in the middle of a wide meadow, he glanced around, looking for a sign of any others nearby.

… Nobody was there to see… What if he just… Tried it…?

He'd be lying if he said he didn't envy the freedom that the elf mage seemed to have. Not only was she unrestricted by her clan obligations, and had no master other than herself, there was an… Air, about her, that screamed independence and free-will.

"We wouldn't be elves, otherwise," he mumbled to himself, and took another look around. Still nobody… Okay. He would try it. But only to prove that she was wrong, and 'frolicking' was stupid, and he was always right. Just as it should be. He slung his sword off his back, laying it on the ground gently, and stared at the expanse of waving grass before him.

How did one even… frolic? Fenris assumed it was just skipping, which he knew involved a forward kind of hopping… Lifting one leg awkwardly, he stared at his dangling foot. Okay. So… Now… Hop? He jumped forward with the foot still in the air, feeling so stupid he didn't even have words to express. Why in the name of the Maker was he even trying this? But now he was fixated on winning, on being right. Alternating the raised foot, he hopped forward again, sending the droplets of water flying into the air as he disrupted their existence on the grass. That looked kind of right… Laughing in triumph, he leaped forward again, immediately repeating the movement. If he did it fast enough, he could feel the wind leaping through his hair, blowing it back from his face, making him feel lighter, sillier…

Who said all he did was brood all the time? Ha! He flung his arms out, swinging them as he skipped through the tall grass. He could do whatever he wanted! He was a free elf! He had no master, no one to tell him what he could or could not do! And if that included making the biggest fool of himself in his free time—yes, his free time—that was his choice, and no one could take it from him!

"Fenris?"

The voice made him to skid to a stop, but the wetness of the ground combined with his bare feet made it far too slick. "Waaaaa!" he shouted before slipping, his feet going into the air as he landed on his backside. His tailbone took the brunt of the impact, drawing a groan from him. He heard incoming footsteps, drawing closer at a rapid rate.

It was only a few seconds before he saw the bearded face of Garret and the red-headed Aveline bent over him, the laughter in their eyes threatening to spill over as they offered him a hand up. Embarrassment rising to turn his face beet red, he grumbled as he pushed their hands away, standing as quickly as he could. He made a feeble excuse to his presence there, not even questioning theirs, before marching back to Kirkwall with a brood cloud hanging over his head.

"So I heard you tried frolicking!" Merrill said as she sat down next to the warrior elf at the Hanged Man.

Fenris scowled, sliding off of the bench before hobbling out the door to his mansion, ignoring the stifled laughs of Garret and company behind him.