I'mmmm Back...Well here is yet another chapter of Deals we Make. I would like to give a shout out to all the people who added me to their favorites even though i have a terrible update track record. As usual i don't own anything, though i wish i did. I did notice though, that my story is going pretty slow, so i will be adding more action in the next ones.

Peace Out-

Anala-Rose

"Go away Zevran."

"Ahh, so the beautiful Warden can speak…you have my pardon, I thought that you were mute my dear."

Fayne rolled her eyes and quickened her stride hoping that her would-be-killer-ex-crow-assassin would take the hint and leave her alone.

But fate was not kind to her as she watched the elf's stride become longer to keep up with hers. She blew a couple of curly strands from her facein frustration, it seemed fate was never going to relent it's unjust punishment for her.

"But dear lady of the grey-," Zevran was stopped mid sentence by Fayne poking him hard in the chest.

"I am NO lady" her finger was poised at him until he raised his hands in mock surrender.

"Very well, dear warden I was simply wondering, as your humble servant, if I could please have my weapons back. Or do you wish me to fight with only my looks and charm?" His tanned face stretched into a wide smile full of amusement and spirit.

Fayne looked at the back of Leric's walking form and silently wondered if all elves looked so handsome when they genuinely smiled.

Frowning at her thought processes, Fayne waved Zevran away, "Go ask him" she pointed angrily at Leric, "He was the one who wanted you alive anyway."

"I… see" was Zevran's sly reply as he slinked off to go harass Leric. Fayne really did wonder if the assassin truly could see how much she hated him. She despised him not only for trying to kill her, but for being the main character in one of her visions that turned out so wrong. She could feel it in her bones that the man had been a catalyst to some sort of shift in her curse.

Fayne's solitude was magnificent… for all of three seconds until another figure decided to walk beside her. Her shoulders tensed; she was not yet ready to deal with Morrigan, the woman was a loose card that had no place in her deck of life, and at the same time had the ability to it. However, as if sensing her discomfort, Morrigan walked a head of Fayne tilting her head in her customary aloof greeting.

Then came Alistair.

"I do not like that elf!" furiously whispered Alistair as he flexed his armoured hand. Her fear of Morrigan was quickly replaced with the irrelevance she often associated with anything Alistair had to say.

Fayne looked at his fist and gave a sardonic chuckle, "I can see that Alistair, what do you presume we do about the matter?"

She was not surprised at all when his youthful face turned to regard her with open emotion splayed all over it, obviously he never spent even a drop of time in a royal court. A second after that thought crossed Fayne's mind and she looked at Alistair's face, her vision quickly sputtered out of focus and then back to normal. She looked around confused; gone was the forest backdrop and instead she was in a high walled room with a warm fire place and massive carpets. She gasped covering her mouth as she came to realize that somehow she was seeing the royal palace in Denerim.

"Did you hear me Fayne, this is important."

Fayne turned to look at Alistair as he spoke, but gasped again and took a shaky step back. The man was sitting lazily in a plush chair with a glass of wine in his hand, the royal crown dipping slightly off of his furrowed brow. He looked just like Marric, and it made her want to scream, he had lied to her, to all of the party about his heritage. His eyes though, were what froze her to the spot. Instead of the warm honey colour they were like rock hard amethysts; unyielding and demanding.

A pressure was building on her left arm making Fayne break eye contact with Alistair. As if by magic a rough hand appeared in her vision, gripping harder and harder. Before she had a chance to even wonder who it belonged to, she was jerked so forcefully that her head snapped to the side and the air left her lugs.

Just like before her vision swirled, faster this time and when she opened her eyes she was again on the road to Redcliff. The unyielding hand though, was still latched on tightly to her arm. She looked up slowly and noted the concerned look Alistair was giving her, but he was standing in front, not beside Fayne. Her neck hurt to move, but she did it anyway. Fayne had a good idea whose hand was on her arm.

She was right, of course, Leric stood by her, gripping her arm hard. His face regarded her own, his eyes flashing quickly from one spot to the next as if trying to find some sort of injury. I must have gone catatonic mused Fayne as the horror of what happened made itself known. How was she going to explain her frigid body, her clouded eyes, and lack of response? She sagged as despaired took over, they were going to find out, they were going to send her away, kill her just like they had Andrastate. She didn't care that Leric was forced to quickly wrap his arms around her, or that her head was now firmly against his chest. In a sort of detached way, Fayne wished she was lying against Leric for another reason entirely, he was considerably comfortable.

Voices were around Fayne, but she was content to hang from Leric's arms and stare into the rolling valleys, mindless of those around her. A face, a woman's face was now in front of her and Fayne could just barely make the shape out with all her red hair in her face. Gently as if she were a doll, Leric's hand brushed the wild strands away from her forehead. Morrigan stood there with a worried face, glancing deeply into Fayne's eyes, What is she looking for? Fayne wanted to flinch when the witch's fingers curled around her chin and pulled her face away from the warm body under her. The fingers brought no comfort, but instead pain when they started to glow. Fayne jerked, her body having given its last ounce of energy against the magic flowing in to her. Morrigan let a sly smile spread across her lips as she brought her index finger to her lips telling Fayne to be quiet.

That was the last thing Fayne remembered.

Leric POV

Her body gave a jerk and then stilled, the way an animal would when stunned or killed. Leric looked over to Morrigan, his expression frozen. He did not trust the witch, he did not trust her smooth words of assurance. They were hollow.

"What should we do with Fayne?" he asked quietly gesturing to the body hanging limply in his arms.

Alistair bent down as if to grab her, but Leric moved to the side hoisting the woman up and into his arms. "Don't you think I should take her, I mean..she just…I think I would be able to carry her more easily." Again Alistair ended up scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.

"I don't see the point, she is already in my arms, there is no point in jostling her especially since neither of us know what is exactly wrong with her."

A laugh flitted from Morrigan's dark lips. Leric had to control the shivers that came to him due to the unsettling look on her face. "Hahah…boy I know what is wrong with her, there is no need to fret about the way she is being carried. You could drag her by her hair and she would not know it… all she needs is a peaceful sleep…nothing more."

Raising one brow Leric waited for Morrigan to elaborate, but the answer to his unspoken question never came.

"May I suggest that I take her, if neither of you handsome fellows want her I would be delighted." Leric visibly cringed at the Antivan's lilting voice and the accompanying giggle that Lilianna gave after the question. He would without a doubt prefer both party members to be mute.

With a long-suffering sign, Leric trudged ahead of the group with Fayne nestled in his arms, her face void of any emotion. He studied her face with the limited privacy afforded him, he would steal secret glances her and there. And though she held no joy or happiness on her face, the lack of anger and frustration was refreshing.

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Lilianna was laughing about something again…she had been all but butting heads against the Anitvan for the last couple of hours since they had made camp. Leric's thoughts came to him uninvited as he regarded at the assassin. So much like Tamlen, so care free and they move the same…. A sharp pain on his index finger snapped Leric out of his comparison. Looking down he grunted as he quickly sucked the blood off of his finger, his sharpening stone and hunting blade seemed to mock him as he scowled. No! Tamlen was nothing like that murderer…he should have never let the other elf follow them…he should have…

No answer came to Leric's mind. In the forests it was all so easy; hunt to eat, kill humans to live, marry and carry on the history of the Dalish. He threw the sharpening stone angrily on the ground, and like a petulant child, watched with satisfaction as he reaped some sort of petty violence against the object.

"What…What is wrong?" Leric started when he heard the soft whispering voice of Fayne. When had she awoken?

A slick remark came to his tongue about her minding her own business, but when he took in Fayne's upturned face, so innocent and confused with the first moments of awareness, he couldn't bring himself to lash out.

He watched as she tentatively touched her temples and winced, her eyes scrunching up in refined distaste. Ever the noble, even when in pain. He thought as he steadied her into an upright position.

"You have been unconscious for some time; the witch said the best thing was for you to sleep." He stood up and went to retrieve his wet stone, when he turned around he was shocked at the expression on Fayne's face. She was no longer looking at him, but rather intensely staring at Alistair. It looked like some sort of realization had come to her . Leric watched as her wide eyes narrowed from shock into anger. For a moment Leric actually wondered if he should say something to Alistair, it looked like Fayne was going to kill the man.

Fayne must have realized she was being watched because her face smoothly transitioned to a polite façade as her eyes slide to his gaze. Curiosity gnawed at him to find out what had caused such a powerful reaction out of her, but he had to remind himself yet again, he was supposed to dislike her very being, something he was having a harder time with as the days slipped by.

Leric looked back towards the rest of the camp, no one else knew that Fayne was awake, the witch was not even around, "Come on, do you want me to teach you how to hunt?" he asked Fayne as he extended his hand towards her.

She looked at his limb with unveiled mistrust, but then he felt, much to his surprise, a small hand fit into his large one. He was slightly surprised to feel the narrow tapper of her wrist and her thin long fingers, she felt so delicate.

"I already know how to hunt, I have been going on hunting trips with my fath—I have been hunting since I was very young. Her voiced cracked a little with the mention of her family.

He rolled his eyes, "Yes you know how to hunt on horseback with hounds to chase down and tire out your prey. You will be learning how to truly hunt today." Leric watched with amusement as Fayne crossed her arms over her chest with a huff.

"I don't think I want to go with you anymore if you so willingly throw my experience away." He watched as her delicate hand imitated throwing an object onto the ground, her wrist giving a dramatic flick at the end.

She started to turn around but Leric shot his arm out and grabbed her, "Did you already forget the deal we made? Remember not only do you have to get my people's tattoo, but you must learn about my culture." Even though he could only see the side of her face, he could tell that she had rolled her eyes.

"Fine, lets go and get this over with" she stomped into the forest louder than any Halla he had ever seen.

About two kilometres into the forest and after countless attempts to teach Fayne how to read the forest and follow a trail in the dimming light of day Leric stopped Fayne by putting a hand on her shoulder and slightly pushing her down. She turned on him, her hair flying with a mad look on her face. Apparently she didn't like to be man handled, but the dear whose tracks he had been following was by the next tree grazing, and he was amazed she was unable to see it.

He watched as Fayne opened her mouth to speak, but he closed the distance between them suddenly and bent his head to whisper in her ear, "If you turn around slowly, you will see our prey…don't make a sound." His whispered words were so light that he did not know if Fayne understood him. He slowly lifted his hand up so that it touched her face, and very slowly he inched her chin up until they were making eye contact.

And he stared trying to get his point across.

Leric stared for far longer than he had meant to, but for some reason he could not tare his eyes away from the other woman. She too seemed fine with the prolonged look.

The moment, however, was shattered when the dear turned its head towards the pair, grass and vines flying from around its mouth. The spell that had captured them both was over the minute Leric tore his gaze from Fayne's eyes to the eyes of the startled doe.

"Quickly…SHOOT her." Leric no longer whispered as he spun Fayne around and tossed his bow to her.

He watched as she struggled to pull back the string of the bow; it was especially tight and was designed with Leric's arm strength in mind. It would have been amusing to watch her struggle with a weapon almost as tall as she, but for the fact that their dinner was getting away

"Give me that!" Leric roughly pulled Fayne's shoulder back in order to yank the bow out of her grip. He was so focused on getting the dear he did not notice the fact that he had pulled on Fayne's injured arm, nor did he see that she hand fallen to the ground with a thud.

Just a little to the left…yes that is it. With a whoosh Leric let loose two arrows into the bush satisfied they had hit the target.

He got up from his crouched position and looked over to Fayne with a small smile on his lips, "And that is how you…" but he stopped at the look on her face. She was kneeling now, holding her shoulder gingerly. Her eyes were shut in pain, but once he paused his sentence they had flashed open into slits as sharp as daggers. Her clear eyes clearly showed emotion: anger.

"WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM LERICCCCCCCCCCCC" she screamed while she shot up from the ground. She would have been a more frightful sight if she was not panting in anger and holding her arm. She took three deep breaths and closed her eyes, her teeth clenched as she spoke, "For Andrastate's sake I was trying…I reaaaaallly was trying to do this right. BUT NO! You had to FUCKING THROW ME TO THE GROUND and do it yourself!" all the birds resting in their nests flew up and out of the canopy at her loud exclamation.

Leric just watched her and studied the way she was walking angrily from tree to tree. What could he say, I am sorry? That was simply out of the question, she was the one who didn't know how to shoot. Fayne walked over to where he had shot the dear, disappearing into the bush. Seconds ticked by in the now hushed forest and a nagging worry started to fill Leric's belly. She was angry and in pain…did she leave? It wouldn't be the first time the princess thought she could. Or is she hurt somewhere else? Leric's worried thoughts were brushed away by the sound of bitter laughter coming from behind the bush.

Interested in what could possibly be humorous in such a situation, Leric pushed aside low shrubs and hanging vines, parting them to see Fayne standing, her back to him. In her hands he could just make out the yellow feathers of the arrows he had used earlier.

Fayne swivelled to look at him, and threw the two arrows at his feet with a wicked smile on her lips, "It seems YOU can't even hunt correctly either." She let loose another bark of laughter and walked past him, whispering in his ear as she passed, "You missed the dear, elf."