Author's Notes: This tale was inspired by a wonderful drawing I saw over on dA. It is called Meeting and it was created by Sia-Chan.
As much as I'd like to take credit the concept and inspiration belongs entirely to her.
Also my apologies for any and all mistakes made pertaining to the voices/persona of the characters. I tried to keep it as accurate/canon as possible but I am fallible and may have missed the mark despite my best attempts...
Beta: None as of yet. So my apologies to any and all grammar nazi's out there. This story will make your eyes bleed (not intentionally of course!) but you have been warned.
IV
It was their fifth night on the road since Ostagar, and Alisa was loathed to be left alone with her thoughts. No one was feeling particularly sociable and Alisa could not blame them. Cousland ever silent busied herself playing with the fire. The apostate, ever sociable, had also chosen solitude. His private camp had been carefully set up some distance away from their tents.
After a failed attempt to speak to Cousland the former Templar decided to seek the young mage out. It had nothing to do with being lonely, or the need to be in the company of another, or so she told herself.
'I was wondering why do you wear face paint? Is it meant to make you look threatening? Or is it more related your magic?' Alisa began as she neared the warlock who was seated on a wooden log by the fire. Drawing from his thoughts the mage tilted his head and raised a brow to her question. Immediately Alisa regretted her decision to sate her curiosity.
'Are you done rambling now?' he replied with a smirk. Alisa's cheeks warmed as she frowned. Clearly amused by her response Morgan continued in mocking tones. 'Oh look you actually believe anyone cares what you have to say! How amusing!'
Alisa hissed a curse as she slammed a fist into the Warlock's jaw causing Morgan to fly back from the force of her attack. Landing hard on his bottom Morgan glared back up at the warrior who towered over him.
'Do I have your attention now?' Alisa challenged.
Scowling, Morgan jumped to his feet and began to draw on the energies around him. Under normal circumstances Alisa would been worried. After five days of tolerating Morgan's foul attitude she was just too fed up with the apostate mage to care.
'I'm tired of your constant nit picking, your belittling, and your lack of manners! Get over yourself already! Your not that special!'
Alisa stormed off before he had a chance to reply. In her wake she left and annoyed, stunned and oddly confused Morgan. It was not the first time such words were directed at him. However, it was the first time it actually mattered, though he could not understand why.