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Summary: A City-Elf/Bann Teagan collection of drabbles and one-shots based on a prompt table from an LJ-community. These will be more or less in chronological order with the faintest traces of added plot here and there. Will vary from drabble length to one-shot.

Author's note: A bit different but I kinda like this one. What can I say, understanding has to begin somewhere.

In this chapter: We may wish for great things but wishes that matter are usually small.

012.

Teagan likes the castle walls. Tasha likes the river side. They meet half way, first by chance, then as soon as she returns from whenever she was drafted to and he has managed to flee the army camp. These are stolen moments because there is too much to do, too many people requesting aid or attention. This is nothing more than personal time, shared because they know the other will not demand it to be destroyed. And who would suspect them to wander away, who would expect them to be together, to speak or be silent? It's a little secret, they both think, even though they know their respective parties and families might have an inkling to where their feet wander. When asked, they don't reply. Stolen moments are private, hardly supposed to be shared.

"What do you see for yourself in the future?"

He sits under the tree, the trunk a comfortable presence against his back. She sits down a little ahead, almost at the edge of the cliff where the sound of the falling water is stronger, the tall tree giving shade and respite. From their point of view, the world seems at peace. There is no blight, there is no civil war and they are not needed.

"Alienage. An arranged marriage with the shopkeeper. Half dozen children. Convincing everyone Soris'd be a bad choice for Hahren. Marry Cyrion to someone. Convincing everyone Shianni should be the Hahren. Some grey hairs. Grow old. Convince my husband I do not kill darkspawn for a living."

"Hahren?"

"Elder."

"Soris?"

"Male cousin."

"Shianni?"

"Female cousin."

"Cyrion?"

"Male father."

"Truly?"

"Yes, truly."

"I would have never guessed it."

"A human disability. Do not be concerned."

"What do you see for yourself in the future?"

"You already asked that."

"You lied."

"I'm an elf. By definition, I lack a proper code of honor and morals. And gold."

"You are a Grey Warden. By definition, you should not lie."

"Lies by omission are accepted. Never met Duncan, have you?"

"No. You lied outright, not by omission. Will you reply if I ask again?"

"No."

"What do you see…"

"Thought you wouldn't ask again."

"Just because you do not answer, it does not mean I cannot ask."

"Humans."

"The round ears gave me away, didn't they?

"The persistence. It is annoying."

"Should I ask again?"

"No."

"Then?"

"I'll kill the archdemon."

"And then?"

"It will be dead."

"I would have never guessed that either."

"What can I say? I am horribly wise."

"I fail to see this wisdom of yours."

"Yet another disability. What do you see for my future?"

"The Alienage. A crowd of children with blue eyes, grey on your hair, you will be the Hahren, your cousin will marry the shopkeeper and your father will look after his grandchildren. No more killing darkspawn."

"Incomplete. You forgot Soris."

"Rainesfere for further conversations?"

"Forced to deal with your future wife? No."

"Redcliffe?"

"Your sister in law would have me jailed within the week."

"You shouldn't say those things."

"Will you tell her?"

"Not unless I wish to trouble Eamon."

"Then I can say these things. Is that all?"

"You will kill the archdemon."

"Very well dead. You know, you are an awful fortune teller."

"Am I?"

"You don't lie well enough."

"Perhaps I am wishing instead of lying."

"Then what else do you wish?"

There is no immediate reply. Tasha looks over her shoulder inquiringly, the pace of their strange game lost with his hesitation.

"My Lord?"

"Teagan." His eyes are somewhere above, somewhere beyond, looking at something she cannot phantom. What an odd human at times. Odd man.

"Teagan?"

"My name. Use it. That is your answer."

He is the Bann, she is the Warden. On that cliff, they are neither.

Note: Prompt 012 (Wish) from Troyed community table of prompts.