I'm floating, with nothing to support me. I watch as the red and black army marches forward, hellbent on destroying the world. The Dragon watches, I feel it. I feel it flinch. I feel it turn. I feel it look at me.
I feel it look into me.
I feel it.
The whispering gets louder, more aggressive. Words jump out at me, hate, pain. Regret.
And suddenly, I'm awake, lying next to the fire. Though I knew the nightmare was coming, it still unsettles me. Alistair sits across from me, drawing in the dirt with a stick, and I sit up. He glances up at me, eyes widening in surprise.
"You're awake?" He cries, scrambling to his feet, not so secretly rubbing his drawings out with his foot. "I... You seemed agitated. While you were sleeping. That's part of being a warden. You know, bad dreams. We tend to sense the darkspawn." He mumbled.
"Yeah, yeah. What's the time?" I ask, yawning. He blinks at my nonchalant response and is silent for a moment.
"Uh. It's a couple hours before dawn." He says, staring at me. I nod and look around the camp, at the tents and sleeping mabari next to me, wondering about just how I got here. "You go to sleep, I'll take watch." I say, almost without thinking. He smiles gratefully at me, and lies down on his bedroll, leaving his tent packed away in his bag. He rolls to face me, closing his eyes. I scratch Daisy behind her ears and move her great, slobbery maw off of my leg, sitting up. She whines slightly, before getting comfortable again. I pull my bag towards me, deciding to organise its contents. I'll have to sell stuff at some point, right?
I ruffle around, pulling all of its contents out as quietly as possible, and notice a small pocket near the bottom. I reach in, finger searching for any booty, and wrap around something small and wooden. I pull it out, gaping at what I see, tears jumping to my eyes.
Duncan bought me a toothbrush.
Or at least, a medieval tooth brush, which is basically a bit of fabric tied to a stick. Blinking away tears, I smile and I feel a sudden pang in my chest. Losing a fictional character never hurt quite like this. I hug it to my chest, opening my smaller bag and leaving it inside a small zipped pocket.
ooOoo
Surprise!
I haven't abandoned this, I promise, it's just that random stuff has been punching me in the face lately, and meh.
Just expect erratic updates!
I hope you've all had wonderful days without me there to ruin it for you. Cheers!
-FMI
