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No one even cast a glance at me while I walked to the Alienage with Varric. He was rambling on and on about how I should ask Hawke for a place to live. From what I understood, the mage I'd nearly killed ten years before lived with this…Hawke. I couldn't find a place in my heart to live with a mage who could kill me in my sleep for payback. He also made a point to mention Fenris-"Broody" as he called him, though I couldn't figure out why. My curiosity finally got the best of me.
"Why do you call Fenris 'Broody'?" I asked, interrupting him from one of his tales of Kirkwall's Champion.
"Because he is broody. That's all that boy knows how to do is brood, Elfie," Varric replied with a grin. "It's gotten better since he killed Danarius, but he still does it. I guess it's a tortured elf thing."
"He…" this was the first that I'd heard of Danarius's death. I didn't even know that it'd happened. Which probably meant that Nikoli didn't know that I was fully gone yet. I shivered at the thought of what he'd do to me once he found me. I'd attempted an escape only once before, and I still had scars on my back from the lashing he'd given to me as payback. "He…killed…his master?"
"You seem shocked, Elfie. Would you kill your master…ex-master if you were given the chance?" Varric's eyes seemed to know my answer. The dwarf was very observant, and it was actually quite refreshing.
"I would cut his eyes out for trophies," I found myself growling. Before I knew it, we were standing in front of a beautiful giant tree; that sat in the center of very poor houses. Worse than the ones we'd passed just to get there.
"Daisy's house is right there," Varric pointed to a door not far from the tree. He looked at me and smirked, "So who are you looking for?"
"My sister," I replied, and began my search. I spoke to several elves, none of them knew of a Zarrah, and I soon found myself cursing in Antivan angrily. The last thing that I wanted was to hear that I got the wrong information. What if she lived in a different Alienage? Just the thought that I wasted Nikoli's money to get here made me want to cry. By the time he catches me, there will be nothing left of my back! I fell to the ground and started to cry heavily.
"Elfie, are you okay?" Varric asked me.
"No one even knows her!" I sobbed out in Tevinter, unsure that he could understand me, I repeated what I said in Ferelden.
"Who is your sister, Elfie? I've got connections all over this city," Varric offered.
"She wouldn't even remember me anyways," I looked down at my hands. "I was five when I was sold to Nikoli, she was only three when I left. Oh, Zarrah." I felt the tears flow down my face with no mercy.
"I'll help you find her, Elfie," Varric promised me after a long moment. I could feel the other elves eyes on me in curiosity. I could only nod my acceptance of his help. I sniffed and accepted his outstretched hand. "How about we give Daisy a visit, Elfie?"
Again I nodded. He led me to the door he pointed to earlier and "Daisy" opened the door. Her light green eyes widened when she saw us.
"Varric!" she smiled. "And…uh…Elfie?"
"It's Aymjah," I sniffed.
"Oh! What's wrong?" she asked, rushing us into her small but seemingly comfortable home.
"Have you heard of an elf named Zarrah?" Varric asked her.
"Can't say that I have, Varric," the elf replied. "Oh, how rude of me! I'm Merrill!"
I gave a polite smile and looked around. There was power emitting through here, I could feel it. Being a slave of a Majester Lord had made me sensitive to magics, especially the dangerous…it was blood magic that I could feel. I looked at the elf in surprise, I hadn't sensed the magic on her the night before, but that could have been due to my shock of seeing both Fenris and…that mage. As long as she didn't use that vile shit around me or on me, I was fine with her doing her own thing.
"You know…I have seen many elven girls working in the Blooming Rose," Varric smirked at Merrill and me.
"T-t-the b-brothel?" I squeaked out. That was the last place that I wanted to find my little sister. No family of mine needed to sell themselves if they were free. I drew out my dagger and started my way to Hightown. Immediately I was followed by Varric and Merrill.
Varric finally stopped me outside the Hanged Man, "Elfie… let me check into this first before you let your rage get the best of you, and you take out the entire brothel."
"Good point," Merrill said. Obviously trying to calm me down. I closed my eyes and tried to think.
"A good bottle of Kirkwall booze sounds good right about now," Varric sighed. Once we'd left Merrill's it was pretty late out, and I was glad that I had Varric and Bianca to take care of me.
I made a funny face, "Do they have anything from Tevinter, the Kirkwall stuff…it tastes like… like…"
"Like rat piss?" Varric smirked.
"I wouldn't know…but if you say so, I'll take your word for it," I joked.
"Ah, Elfie, you made a joke…it's good to see not all elves go around being broody," Varric joked back. "I was about to nickname you Broody Jr."
"I prefer 'Elfie', but thanks," I grinned and opened the door to the Hanged Man
"You need to calm down, Fenris!" a man who I didn't meet the night before said.
"I don't need to do anything Choir Boy," Fenris growled. "You don't understand… she's never been alone."
"I'm sure the girl can take care of herself," Anders sighed. "She disobeyed her master and let me live. She can survive without a master."
"What's she going to do when she runs out of Nikoli's gold?" Fenris barked.
"I think I can figure that out on my own," I growled in Tevinter, gaining a glare from Fenris.
The man stood and gave me a polite bow, it surprised me when he spoke with a Starkhaven accent in Tevinter, "You must be the girl that Fenris has been freaking out about for the last couple of hours."
"I could care less what Fenris was doing," I mumbled in Antivan.
The man once again surprised me by speaking in my native tongue, "My name is Sebastian. If you don't mind me saying, Fenris really cares about you…he doesn't freak out over just anybody."
"I am Aymjah," I said so everyone could understand. "You speak Antivan?"
"In the Chantry I studied many languages," Sebastian grinned.
Fenris came up to me and grabbed my arm. Before I really knew what was happening, I was in my room alone with him. His markings glowed a bright blue as he turned to face me angrily. He walked towards me, and I found myself instinctively backing away from him. He reached out and grabbed me. He slammed me into the wall and looked at me, his eyes started to grow tender.
"Where were you today?" he asked me in a scarily calm voice.
"I went to the Alienage," I replied, my Antivan accent coming out terribly in my fear. "What does it matter to you what I do?"
"It doesn't…" Fenris turned away from me.
"You're lying to me," I accused him in Tevinter, grabbing his armored hand. "What does it matter to you what I do?"
"You're like me," Fenris replied in Tevinter. "You're like me in so many ways…Andraste's blood, Aymjah…"
"I doubt were that much alike," I felt myself smirk, because I couldn't help but know what he said was true. Both of our masters had ordered us to kill people against our will, the only difference was, I couldn't kill one person I'd been ordered to kill, and he was sitting downstairs with the group of Varric's friends.
His voice went soft; it was the first time I'd heard his voice so gentle, "We are more alike than you'd like to admit, Love."
My mouth dropped open at his last word. I wasn't sure that I'd heard him right; I thought I'd heard him call me "Love". How could he call me that? While at either Nikoli or Danarius's events we'd stand and just stare at eachother for hours, but I'd been sure it was only me who had the feelings for him when I was younger. It was still registering in my head when his lips met mine fiercely. It was hard at first, but soon afterward it turned gentle with a need that felt like what I'd felt back in Tevinter for him. I dropped my guard finally and wrapped my arms around his neck. I stood on my toes to deepen the kiss, causing him to lift me up into his muscular arms.
"I just wanted your safety," he whispered in Tevinter into my ear. "Forgive my rudeness earlier."
"Are you okay?" I was trying to use the right words in Ferelden.
"What?" he smiled down at me.
"You didn't bump your head did you?" I smirked.
He looked at me confused, then narrowed his eyes at me, "You've been hanging out with Varric too much… or have I mistaken by crossing this line?"
My heart skipped a beat before it began to pound in my ears. I felt myself beaming up at him; I couldn't stop myself even if I wanted to. Varric had told me he'd look into finding my sister for me, and even though he distracted me-that was what I needed. To be distracted from all of my worries. I pulled him down closer to me so I could whisper into his perfectly pointed ear, "You haven't crossed any line, Fenris."
He kissed me more passionately, skillfully caressing his tongue against mine. He lowered me down onto my bed and my eyes suddenly got wide. I pulled away from him and looked into his gorgeous green eyes. I gently moved back several snow-white strands of hair so I could see the lantern-light in his eyes, "I… not here."
He looked at me questioningly until a knowing smile spread across his lips. He lifted me up into his arms and carried me down into the tavern. "How about here, Love?" his lips quirked up to a grin as he spoke to me in Tevinter and sat me down.
"No!" I squeaked, earning us the attention of Hawke, Anders, Rivaini, a guardsman, the Captain of the Guardsmen, Merrill, Sebastian, and Varric.
"Please, speak in Ferelden so I can have stuff to work with here… or I'll have to improvise," Varric grinned at us mischievously.
"Then improvise, dwarf," Fenris smirked and lifted me into his arms. He spoke to me in Tevinter again, "Don't worry, Love, we can stare at eachother all night like when we were young at my place."
"Why can't we do it like we are now?" I purred with a smile. "We can at least touch now."
"Point taken," Fenris walked me out the door, but not before I heard his friends comment on him smiling and Sebastian translated what we'd said to Varric. Let him have his story, he just won't know what happens next, I thought with a smile on my face.