"Where are we going to go first?" Alistair asked over the campfire as the small band ate their meager meal of rabbit stew. "I suggest Redcliffe."
"And if Eamon is indeed sick and upon death's door, what good will he be?" Morrigan asked.
"We need his help, and we might be able to save him."
"I agree with Alistair." said Alina.
"And I do not." Ana spooned some food into her mouth and slowly chewed while staring down her sister.
"And why not?" demanded the warrior. "We've been over this."
"And I still think we should be recruiting definant allies, not ones that could die before we get there. Besides, the dwarves are far superior to Eamon's Knights in skill, smith manship, and experience. Their support is crucial against the darkspawn, seeing as how they have been fighting them for years inside the Deep Roads. Who better to recruit first?"
Alina sighed. "Eamon could get us thousands of soldiers in matter of-"
"Weeks." Sten interrupted. "Perhaps months. The landsmeet must occur before his forces will be provided. Even then, the strength of his support will be unknown."
"This is ridiculous." Alina rose to her feet, and Sten did the same. Alina was actually not that much shorter than the qunari and defiantly glared at him.
"Relax, Sten." Ana intervened without looking up as she continued to eat. "We will go to Redcliffe."
"We will?" Morrigan asked.
"Yes, we will. If my sister gives orders," she rose to her feet. "We must fall to command, should we not?"
Alina narrowed her eyes. "Why the sudden change of heart?"
"Because, if we do not secure the assistance of Arl Eamon, then we will know I was right, and then we will go the Frostback Mountains, where we should be heading now. But until you come to your senses, and more people are dead because of it, then we'll follow your lead. I'll take first watch. Sweet dreams Sister."
Morrigan watched the rogue disappear up the hill to go stand watch. She wanted to go with her, at least to keep her company, but she couldn't let the others know of her...interest, that's right, interest, in the woman. No one had ever been able to capture her attention quite so effortlessly. It irritated her to no end and she longed to find the reason behind her feelings. With a sigh, she rose to her feet and walked off to enter her tent which she'd set up away from the others. Perhaps a night of sleep would do her some good.
The way the Mage stares at her, the way she watches her, the way her eyes follow her, infuriates me. I cannot explain the way I feel for her either, neither can the Mage by her reaction to the woman. But she will be mine. I can feel it. Her hearts, our souls are intertwined. My very being longs to be with her. She must be mine, she will be, but I cannot reveal myself just yet. But I will follow her as long as I can bear being away from my forest. I will protect my mate with my life.