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My attempt at a break was denied pretty damn quickly. Not-Kane grabbed my arm before I had had time to properly get acquainted with the cold ground. Part of me was thankful for that, but my arm wasn't at being nearly pulled out of its socket. I looked at him outraged. It rolled off him like water off a duck's back…do they have ducks here, I mean they have chickens…Anyhoo. He kept a hard hold of my arm despite my attempts at twisting him loose. By the Gods he would pay for that later, provided he got rid of his armour and his arms were tied behind his back and he were perhaps asleep or comatose.

"We sense no dark spawn, though it is interesting you should know that. But he was actually drawing attention to those."

With a free hand he poked at the side of my head. I was nearly, nearly fast enough to bite him. Though that wouldn't have done me much good, covered as they were in leather and metal, and several noxious substances. It did make me feel better. Token gesture as it was. I had a piercing in my ear, but I would have assumed that women here probably had the same, I mean Zevran's present and all that…I wasn't wearing headphones…What the hell?! I lifted my free hand to investigate what the hell this punk was on about. Oh. Well. That certainly changes things. Instead of the simple sleeper in the curved shell of my upper ear, the ear kinda didn't finish there; it rose and well, pointed. The giggle wasn't my fault. It was entirely that bloody illogical monster again. No it wasn't. It was the fact that my mind wanted me to be an elf. Enough. Just enough. This time I shook Him off and staggered a step. Dragging in a breath to fuel not just the descent into madness laughter, but the mother of all pinches. Pain will do it right? Jolting the mind into resetting or something, right. Right? Nope. I did draw blood. Several times. All down my arm in an attempt to wake the hell up. I can see why Morrigan chuckled at me. Not sure what Alistair and Him were doing. Finally I squeezed the top of my nose and closed my eyes trying to just relax and coax the logic driven gal back to life. Let's review- Kane is a dick, earthquake, concussion and brain spasms leaving me in a pseudo virtual reality of the Wilds. With Morrigan, check we have a bitch. Alistair, check. Quite good looking and his sword has been sheathed. And Him. Kane's doppelganger Cousland…Finn was it? No mabari hound running around so we have a potential sore spot and also tells me that we still have to save that one from the marauding spawn and…Wait a minute. I am not sticking around for a long term gig. Eventually, soon if I have anything to say about it.

"She doesn't act how I thought one would act."

She can still hear you. And apparently really well with those ears. I opened an eye and catch him in my peripheral vision. I offer him a Look and he smirked again. He is a cock. Then I digest. One? One of what….No. I can make the leap. Ears, no elvish warden. I had no problem with just being me. No that's not true, I had enough trouble just being me thanks very much.

"How did you think one would act?"

"Less crazy."

I turned to look at all three. Morrigan was looking at me with interest, maybe she dug crazy. Maybe it took the spot light off her a little.

"You'd be surprised if I acted any less. But I'll cut you some slack, I realise what you run from."

"We are not running!"

Oh-kay. Note to self; do NOT piss the Unnamed One off. Too much. It was impressive, similar to the real life Kane. Except when he was really angry he got a British accent. Not so the case here. And though he was yelling at me, I could imagine how he was feeling. I had played a Human Warden first and I had been outraged at Howe. I had really liked Eleanor and Bryce. Oh and Gilmore, he would have been an awesome…I digress.

"An aside, any of you have a mirror?"

Did I have vallaslin too? Did I look like my Warden or just a normal (but still cool) elf? Apparently that question was odd and apparently didn't do much to dispel the whole crazy vibe I was nurturing. Pursing my lips I tried again,

"So the group of you, carefully not running, heading to Lothering huh?"

"How would you know that?"

Morrigan answered that one for me. Actually not hating Bitchy Face that much right now.

"It is the only village nearby; it would be the logical place to head."

The clap and whole charades 'you got it' gesture pointing at Morrigan with one hand and touching my nose with the other. Logical yes, suave? Hell no.

"But it is also not a place I would expect a lone Dalish to be heading to."

Oh. Hate is back.

"Well, in the midst of a blight, give them another target right."

Again, smooth. Oh and yay rhymes! Eyes narrowed at me, but it garnered a grin from Morrigan. She was fun.

"Why are you here?"

Serious twin was back, hand obviously resting purposefully on the sword that sat at his side. Not on his back, huh interesting observation ma'am.

"You mean aside from the horde of darkspawn broiling from the earth that destroyed the King's army and the king and the Warden line trudging on our heels?"

Ooops.

"I'm smelling the daisies my friend. Seriously? What about you? On a date, with a chaperone? Come on. We are all trying to keep our asses safe until someone comes up with a plan."

Why must I be cocky? Why can't I just try and get along? Is that a Jack Nicholson quote? What the hell is up with my brain at the moment? Maybe I'm dead.

"Is your clan nearby?"

"No clans pass through the Wilds."

And then she crossed her arms. That was that. I shook my head at Alistair.

"Then why are you here?"

Now there's a sensible question. I like you. Shut up brain. I crossed my arms, registering the black jeans and singlet not so pristine anymore. And totally inappropriate for my new environment and for the elf I was now apparently. Good one brain. Think, think!

"How about we walk and talk? I'm freezing bits off literally, and the sooner we get to Lothering the better for all concerned yeah?"

"And if we don't want you with us?"

I wish I had forethought and exercised it; instead I pointed at Morrigan and run my mouth off.

"You'll bring the meanest Witch of the Wilds, who would poison you if you ask her to make you dinner, or would engulf you in flames if you said anything, along with you on a journey through the Wilds which she openly prefers to anywhere else in the world on the say so of another Witch of the Wilds who is also a Dragon. A Dragon. Two Wardens and bitchy witch (cha ching!) versus the world huh and you want to nitpick about the Dalish Elf? I'm pretty sure Bob Dylan or Rage Against the Machine would write a song about this injustice."

Jeezus would my mouth ever just shut up! Cousland (we haven't yet been properly introduced) glared at me; Morrigan looked at me with a more calculating look. And Alistair looked like he was trying to hold back some laughter. I'm glad, I've lost a loved one I know a small victory when I see it.

"Er, shall we?"

I got a grunt in reply. I took it as a reasonably good sign and waited for all three to move past before I followed them meekly. By the way something to be said about those elves. Pretty impressive natural skills. I would have tripped and fallen into rather deep and murky looking water a thousand times in the first few hundred metres. But I'm like Legolas on snow, bitches! I keep any glee in check as I look at Him and Alistair floundering in their heavier armour. I can tell they are tired, near exhausted already. And though they are figments of my imagination I do feel sorry for them. More for Alistair than the other guy. Just saying.