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I felt someone watching me while I slept. I motionlessly grabbed my blade from underneath my pillow and waited for some sign of movement from the intruder. I prayed to the Maker that it wasn't Nikoli. I prayed silently that he hadn't found me. I moved so quickly that it took everything in me to stop myself when I realized the intruder wasn't Nikoli. I had my blade up against Fenris's glowing skin, our faces were inches apart, and I realized that his dagger was pulled out as well, held to my side incase my blade went any farther.
"Fenris," I said his name in my native tongue. I had no idea if he understood Antivan, or any other tongue besides Ferelden and Tevinter. I was sure he understood, his name in my tongue was pronounced ; "Feen-riss."
We stood still for a long while, neither of us moving, our daggers were at a point where they could draw blood. My ears twitched slightly as I put down my weapon first, knowing the stubborn warrior wouldn't back down first. As soon as my blade was no longer at his throat he smiled and put his dagger in his boot. He moved closer to me, closing the distance between us, "Aymjah, you don't need to be… here."
"I'm here to get my sister," I said stubbornly. If it hadn't been for Nikoli, I wouldn't have been separated from my family. I have no idea what he saw in me when he bought me when I was barely five, training me to be a ruthless killer.
"I mean here," Fenris looked around, grabbing onto my arms. I felt heated from being so close to him, the closeness wasn't something I was used to.
"Fenris," I breathed, trying to move away, but he didn't releace my arms. I tried to swallow, but I still couldn't move. Being this close to… I closed my eyes at the memories that flooded me. I had wanted him more than anything else, but my master wanted to ensure that I obtained my…innocence. I was checked every month to make sure that I still held my maidenhood. I was very young then. His face was moving closer to mine when the door swung open. Varric stood there grinning at me and Fenris, probably thinking up a crazy story to put behind our current state. I breathed out in Antivan, "Andraste's flaming ass! Does anybody in this bloody country knock?"
"Should I…uh…leave you two alone?" Varric grinned ruthlessly at the two of us.
"We're fine," I ducked under Fenris's arm, thankful that Varric had come to my rescue. Not that I was in a situation I couldn't handle. I just…couldn't afford to let anything or anybody get in the way of me getting my sister.
"Aymjah…" Fenris sighed.
"I'll see you later," I whispered as I walked out of my room. Varric followed me to the bar, and I sat there thinking. Where do I even start looking for her? Where would I find a free elf in Kirkwall? I really didn't know. From what I understood about free elves, they lived in places called an "Alienage", and to me that didn't sound very inviting.
"Elfie, what are you doing?" Varric asked me.
"I'm thinking?" I sighed.
"Are you thinking about Broody?" Varric grinned at me. "Or something else?"
"Something else," I said honestly before I looked over at him and asked, "Do you know where I can find free elves?"
"Just go where Daisy lives, Elfie," Varric told me.
"I only just met 'Daisy'," I had a feeling that it was just another nickname. "I don't even know where she lives."
"The Alienage," I shuttered at the word. I would have rather gone to seek out the Dalish rather than live in whatever an Alienage was. I don't believe I'd ever been in one. I was sure there was many of them throughout the world. "I can go with you, if you'd like," Varric offered.
"Why would she want to go with you, dwarf?" I stiffened as soon as I heard Fenris's voice.
"Why do you dance from room to room in that mansion of yours all day?" Varric shot back, making my jaw drop open. That was the last thing I could see Fenris doing ever!
"Point taken," Fenris left then, but seemed to keep his eyes on me until he was out the door.
"Somebody likes you," Varric smirked before he jumped up off of the barstool. "Come on Elfie, let's go see if you find this 'free elf'."
"Why would you help me?" I wondered out loud.
"Why wouldn't I help you?" Varric chuckled. "It must be in my good nature to help sweet little elves like yourself and Daisy."
"Thank you, Varric," I whispered. It must have been the first "thank you" that I'd ever given out and actually meant it. I prepared myself for what I was going to see, and for seeing my sister who I haven't seen since I was five-years-old. That was if I could even find her…if the information I'd paid for with Nikoli's money was actually true. How many Zarrah's were there in Kirkwall? Especially a "Zarrah" who happened to be a free elf. I jumped off my barstool and followed Varric out the door, slightly afraid of what I'd find.