Okay, with story I will only do short chapters with this story. Mostly because I got other stories to write. Criticism is always welcome.
Ch.2
Hawke awoke in a sparsely furnished tent. It took Hawke a second to realize, looking at the Halla pelts and tomes that it was the keeper's. She tried to remember how she got here, she remembered ruins and then… Hawke gasped, her hand involuntary reached up only to caress a pointed ear. She groaned, how will mother react to this? If the city finds out that I am an elf. Will they will kick me out of Hightown? She had to explore that ruin, the best thing she could is transfer ownership to mother at least. Unless she was affected by the transformation as well, Hawke sighed. She took the moment look at her new body while she was slightly skinner and shorter, she still had the same figure. She sighed again. Being short would take some getting used to.
Marithari entered the tent while she was in mid thought, "How are you feeling Dalen?"
"I feel fine… well… a little sore actually," she said.
"That is expected," the keeper replied, "As with any transformation such as yours would."
"How long since I've been out?"
"Only a few hours, in which I had time to examine the artifact you found."
"What did you find?" Hawke got up and started bouncing on the balls of her feet. She felt surprisingly more agile.
Merrill and the rest of her group entered, "Hey Hawke, how is it going?" Isabella said plopping down on the keeper's bedroll next her.
"Fine," Hawke turned back to the keeper. "You were saying about the artifact."
"I still have not found much. We Dalish, still know so little about our past," Marithari explained, "I am afraid until I find more, I won't be able to reverse the effect."
Hawke sighed, "Thank you, Keeper." The Keeper bowed her head and left the tent.
"So Hawke think you should try out this new body?" Isabella ran her fingers across Hawke's shoulders making her shiver. She gave Isabella a playfull shove.
"Not on the Keepers bed, you dolt," she teased. Isabella chuckled.
"Fine I suppose we can wait until we get to the Hanged Man." Isabella purred. With that Hawke stood up and found her things. The rogue strapped on her daggers and walked out of the tent. She ignored the confused stares from the Dalish and waved goodbye to the Keeper. She walked toward Kirkwall hopefully the others would not give her too much grief along the way.
Merrill looked at Isabella, "Should you, you know, be up in front with Hawke helping her though this?"
"If I'm in front with Hawke, how will enjoy the view of Hawke's brand knew elven figure?" Isabella said not taking her eyes of Hawke's backside. Merrill blushed and fell into step behind Aveline.