A/N: Here's chapter two of the fic, it's dramatically shorter, only because I hate the Ostagar part of the game...
Alistair and Yundura's friendship was blossoming at an alarmingly fast rate, they slept in the same tent, they shared food, and drank from the same water skin. Alistair had even let Yundura borrow his shirt when she'd gotten thick grayish stew on hers, a bare chested templar and elf with a shirt long enough to fit as a dress was quite the site on the road to Ostagar. There was playful banter exchanged within the trio as well, teasing from Duncan and protests from the other two, it got fairly intense if you ask me. They discussed the most interesting things on the journey so far, the weather, the time it took to get to Ostagar, anything actually.
Yundura said that her favorite part of Ferelden was Alistair and riding on his back like a horse, in those words exactly.
"Amazing." The youthful woman murmured as they entered Ostagar, the ruined fortress so new and astounding to her eyes. From atop Alistair's shoulders, she touched the stone walls, running her fingers over every crease and crack she could, thinking of the history in the bricks.
"I love it here already." She whispered to Alistair, tugging on his ear with her index finger and thumb.
"You'll think differently when the wet season sets in." Alistair groaned, setting her to the ground with ease and care. The elf took her things from his back and continued their pace behind Duncan.
"Through the thick and thin, my infatuation will falter not!" Yundura made gestures with her hands as a comparison to her statement, making Alistair chuckle heartily.
"Laugh if you wish, you are jealous, I can tell." Yundura blew a kiss to the stone archway they'd only just walked under.
"Oh how you wound my pride! Such a scarred little thing it is now." Alistair mocked agony as he clutched his chest, grinning. Yundura flicked his nose like a naughty puppy, making a goofy face at him.
"Hey!" Alistair ruffled her pitch hair and felt the strands of silk beneath his rough hands. It was a miracle that her hair stayed so perfectly soft even in this cold and wet weather.
"Egad you two, now act like civilized adults, the king approaches." Duncan gave them a stern look and turned back around, composed and ready.
"Sir, yes sir!"
Yundura giggled at her own rudeness, laughing even harder when Duncan and Alistair joined in with her.
As punishment, Alistair and Yundura were sent off to fetch the other recruits, a rogue and a knight their leader said.
Daveth was the rogue, and quite the lecher, when Yundura found him he was trying to ask a woman into her tent on the eve of battle, saying that the next day; her head could be decorating a darkspawn pike. Such a bastard.
"You must be Daveth then." Yundura drawled, looking over his scrawny torso and arms.
He spun around to meet her icy gaze with a warm smile. His teeth shown clearly in his overbearing grin, yellowed by lack of cleaning.
"I don't think we ever met before. Ya know me, sweetie, but what's your name?" He smelled the air between them, making Yundura's skin crawl with discomfort.
"Mhm." He uttered, drawing out the feeling of disgust deep with the elfin woman. "You smell so good." Daveth clasped Yundura's wrists suddenly and wrenched her in close to him, pressing himself between her leather covered thighs.
"Feel that?"
She brought her knee up and into his erection, throwing her forehead into his face to send him to the ground.
"Feel that?" She mocked, spitting in his face as he moaned in agony. "My name is Yundura, remember that, scum."
The elf pranced away proudly with the look of surprise from the soldiers to accompany her.
She found Alistair talking to a mage, no; arguing heatedly was more the word. The mage had lightning dancing on the tips of his fingerswhile Alistair's own twitched slightly.
"I was even going to name one of my children after you….the grumpy one…." Alistair waved at Yundura without taking his eyes off the mage.
"Fine! I will speak to the woman if I must!" He turned, making his robes swirl around feet. "Get out of my way, fool." The man tripped over the cloth and was sent crashing into the ground. His face flushed red with embarrassment as he scurried away.
"Psh, men topside are either stupid, or need mental help. What do you think Alistair?" She jutted her thumb behind her and with a second thought, pointed at her best friend too.
"We prefer the term 'special', Yundura, it's a heavy title to carry, but we do it anyway." He made parentheses with his fingers and burst out laughing, hearty and strong.
Yundura shook her head at him, so proud to have an actual friend who wouldn't judge her for her thoughts. Alistair was one in a million, the diamond under fools' gold.
He was so…..utterly confusing to her. Whereas by now her smart comments would have gotten her struck down and beaten in Orzammar, Alistair treasured them, he quipped back at her, made her think of a comeback.
The two could go hours arguing heatedly about something as simple as who got to sleep on the left side of the tent. Yundura loved the warmth he offered to her, the safety.
"I've met with Jory, he should be waiting with Duncan and Daveth."
Yundura shuddered in disgust, but quickly shook the feeling away.
"I suppose we shouldn't keep them waiting, yes?" She motioned to the stone archway. "Let's go."