character&universe. Tasha&Party, Recliffe and Amaranthine.
"What will you do once all of this is over?"
They are chatting like companions, like actually free happy people when Fate shows up, the Maker laughs at them all 'Ahah, you want free time, not happening' and they are virtually drowned in darkspawn. Again.
"The Blight is supposed to be over! Right?"
The group stares at their leader, dripping sweat, bloodied and injured, hair falling everywhere and an expression which makes them want to take two steps back. Make that three.
"What will I do?" Tasha snaps angrily. "Demand Sundays."
And then they remember they follow someone occasionally senseless.