Abandoned Sanctuary
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Adult +
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6
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Chapter Two: High is the moon tonight
Title: Abandoned Sanctuary
Chapter Two: High is the moon tonight
Defying the whirling wind,
I am searching for the lost season.
Even if it’s only a little,
it is towards the direction I’m aiming for,
that vivid memories provoke me.
-Season’s Call
-Hyde
He had been enjoying a nice light nap when Sten had dragged him by the collar of his leather tunic to go hunting. Needless to say, Zevran Arainai was not happy with this arrangement. He was a hunter, this was true, but of man, not of beast. They were successful, naturally, with his catch of two rabbits and the Quanari’s buck—even if he had used the Warden’s mabari, Eric, to corral the rabbits into his awaiting traps.
As Zevran and Sten approached the camp, they could hear the soft mummer of talking followed by loud fits of laughing that signaled the arrival of their four other companions back at camp. Zevran put a swagger to his steps as he approached the Wardens, his main focus was on the female Warden. Laurena had turned to face the trio with a smile on her face. When she waved them over to her location, the mabari chose to leap at his mistress. The female warden held out her arms for the war hound to leap into.
“Yes, Eric, I missed you too,” Laurena answered Eric’s happy bark and rubbed his large head playfully. She turned and smiled at Zevran. “I see you were a successful.”
Zevran put on his most charming smile. “I have returned with a grand bounty,” Zevran said indicating the rabbits in his hands causing Laurena to giggle and Alistair scoff at his comment. “My friend,” Zevran approached Alistair and held out his catch. “Are you cooking vegetables? No… perhaps some herbs for a stew then?”
“Actually, I’m cooking lamb and pea soup,” Alistair stated, taking the rabbits from the elf. Zevran gave him a questioning look. “We brought supplies back from Redcliffe at the arl’s insistence.”
“Hmm, is that the only thing you brought back with you?” Zevran bent down to stir the pot filled with soup then made a face as the aroma hit his nostrils.
“What do you mean is that the only thing you brought back?”
Zevran smirked as he looked in the direction of the tree, in which Aslinn was slumbering, then started to mechanically flip a dagger in his hand. “There is a figure sleeping in that tree, it was not there when I was last at camp. I merely wondered if they were one of yours.”
“That’s Aslinn. I had forgotten about her sleeping in that tree,” Laurena mentioned as she came to stand beside Zevran.
Zevran put away the dagger the moment the Warden had approached him. “A woman?” He asked Laurena thoughtfully.
“’Tis surprising you could not already tell that another pretty face t’was at camp,” Morrigan’s voice came from the direction of her small camp, every word dripping with sarcasm.
“Ah, my little witch, do not worry. She shall not take away my lust for you,” Zevran said giving Morrigan his trademark smirk.
“I am not your little anything, you lecherous elf,” Morrigan sneered
“Oh, how you wound me so,” Zevran dramatically held his hand over his chest in mock pain, Morrigan scoffed and turned back to her own camp.
Laurena smiled and shook her head at Zevran’s antics. She silently walked over to the tree where Aslinn was slumbering and called up to her.
“Hmm?” was Aslinn’s muffled reply.
“Why don’t you come down and eat something? Dinner will be ready shortly,” Laurena strained her neck up towards the branches in which Aslinn was nestled. She let out a surprised gasp when, Aslinn jumped off the branch without warning and landed calmly on her feet. “That was some leap.”
Aslinn giggled. “Sorry, didn’t mean ta scare yah.”
“Don’t worry about it but some warning next time would be nice, it’s not every day I have people jumping out of trees at me,” Laurena sighed and watched Aslinn smiled sheepishly.
Zevran watched Aslinn’s aerobatic descent from her treetop perch and land effortlessly in front of Laurena. They went to join Leliana outside her tent, the three women chatted amongst themselves until Alistair called over to them telling them dinner was ready. After each person doled out themselves a serving of the grey soup, they sat around the warmth coming off the fire. Zevran watched Aslinn take a spoonful of soup, make a disgusted face then forced herself to swallow. The auburn haired beauty shuttered and forced herself to eat another spoonful.
“Alistair, what kind of soup is this may I ask?” Leliana asked causally over her steaming bowl.
“Ooh, that? It's traditional Ferelden Lamb and pea stew. Do you like it?” Alistair grinned.
“Lamb....hmm,” Leliana took another spoonful. “This has a certain texture I don't normally associate with lamb.”
“I guess they didn't have rich foods in Lothering then,” Alistair looked thoughtful. “Soo the last time you had lamb it was probably cooked Orleasian style am I right? Food shouldn't be frilly and pretentious like that.”
“Frilly and pretentious?” Aslinn interrupted.
“He means made to make to food look pretty in presentation. The nobles banquets I've attended in Orlais, as a child, had pretty displays and I didn't know if I they were meant to be eaten or looked at,” Laurena explained from the left of Alistair.
“Exactly, now here in Ferelden, we do things right. We take our ingredients, throw them into the largest pot we can find, and cook them for as long as possible until everything is a uniform grey color. As soon as it looks completely bland and unappetizing, that's when I know it's done.” Alistair smiled proudly and poured himself another bowl.
Leliana looked shocked. “Y-you're having me on.”
Alistair laughed hearty. “You need to eat in more Ferelden inns.”
“Ya mean that all inns cook like that?” Aslinn exclaimed. “Here, I kinna thought it wus just the poor one I wus at.”
“No my dear, all inns in Ferelden cook much like Alistair here. It is as shame that you have not tasted the delicacies that come from my Antivian City,” Zevran looked nonchalantly at Aslinn across the fire.
Aslinn chuckled. “Why so interested in woot goes in ma mouth?” She gave Zevran a heated look and licked the end of her spoon. Alistair sputtered and choked on his own soup. Laurena blushed and patted Alistair on the back. The rest of the group just seemed stunned. Zevran couldn't help himself and chuckled loudly.
After dinner was cleaned up everyone left for their respective tents save for Aslinn who retreated to her tree for the night. It was well past midnight when Leliana woke Zevran for his turn at watch. Zevran sat in front of the fire and enjoyed the relative peacefulness of the night. He scanned the darkened forest just outside of the camp's fire when he heard a rustle of leaves.
“You are awake, yes?” He called out to seemingly no one.
Aslinn dropped down from her tree and sat across from him. “Most people wouldn’na have noticed.”
“Ah but I am not most people.”
They sat in silence for a while each lost in their own thoughts.
“In Gridania, me house was high above the ground among the trees. Dat is why the trees be where I sleep,” Aslinn explained.
“Hmm that does explain some of it. You are from Gridania, yes?” Zevran leaned forward resting on his knees.
“Eorzea but Gridania is me hometown. It would take yah many a month to cross the sea to get to it and just as many more to get to Gridania.” Aslinn smiled softly at the memory then shook her head. She stood up and walked toward the darkened forest surrounding camp. “I’da better be going to get this grim off me.”
“Am I allowed to watch?” Zevran smiled at her.
“Yah are on watch but I don’na think it'd be dat kind,” Aslinn giggled and disappeared into the darkness.
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Aslinn chuckled as she walked away from Zevran and towards the smell of water. She took just plain soaps with her, instead of soaps the made her smell of flowers, as she planned to wash the filth from both her body and clothing. Aslinn reached her destination in a matter of minutes then paused to listen for the sounds of someone following her from the woods. When no sounds other than the normal murmur associated with the forest nightlife came, Aslinn began to strip the clothes from her body. Normally she wouldn’t have minded if someone like Zevran had followed to bathe, he was rather handsome and an elf on top of that. No, she normally wouldn’t have minded at all, but until she knew how this group was going to react to her secret she was taking no chances.
A/N Special thanks to my Beta Janac Shannon. Check out her story “Stars” http:// www. fanfiction. Net /s /5655515 /1 /Stars.
Also check out her version of Aslinn. http:// janecshannon. deviantart. com/ gallery/ #/ d2s8cf3
And my Version http:// evalyne. deviantart. com/#/ d2s0vn0
Just take out the spaces on the urls
Thank you to my viewers and Thank you to my wonderful husband for making the mini knight a spacers.
Chapter Two: High is the moon tonight
Defying the whirling wind,
I am searching for the lost season.
Even if it’s only a little,
it is towards the direction I’m aiming for,
that vivid memories provoke me.
-Season’s Call
-Hyde
He had been enjoying a nice light nap when Sten had dragged him by the collar of his leather tunic to go hunting. Needless to say, Zevran Arainai was not happy with this arrangement. He was a hunter, this was true, but of man, not of beast. They were successful, naturally, with his catch of two rabbits and the Quanari’s buck—even if he had used the Warden’s mabari, Eric, to corral the rabbits into his awaiting traps.
As Zevran and Sten approached the camp, they could hear the soft mummer of talking followed by loud fits of laughing that signaled the arrival of their four other companions back at camp. Zevran put a swagger to his steps as he approached the Wardens, his main focus was on the female Warden. Laurena had turned to face the trio with a smile on her face. When she waved them over to her location, the mabari chose to leap at his mistress. The female warden held out her arms for the war hound to leap into.
“Yes, Eric, I missed you too,” Laurena answered Eric’s happy bark and rubbed his large head playfully. She turned and smiled at Zevran. “I see you were a successful.”
Zevran put on his most charming smile. “I have returned with a grand bounty,” Zevran said indicating the rabbits in his hands causing Laurena to giggle and Alistair scoff at his comment. “My friend,” Zevran approached Alistair and held out his catch. “Are you cooking vegetables? No… perhaps some herbs for a stew then?”
“Actually, I’m cooking lamb and pea soup,” Alistair stated, taking the rabbits from the elf. Zevran gave him a questioning look. “We brought supplies back from Redcliffe at the arl’s insistence.”
“Hmm, is that the only thing you brought back with you?” Zevran bent down to stir the pot filled with soup then made a face as the aroma hit his nostrils.
“What do you mean is that the only thing you brought back?”
Zevran smirked as he looked in the direction of the tree, in which Aslinn was slumbering, then started to mechanically flip a dagger in his hand. “There is a figure sleeping in that tree, it was not there when I was last at camp. I merely wondered if they were one of yours.”
“That’s Aslinn. I had forgotten about her sleeping in that tree,” Laurena mentioned as she came to stand beside Zevran.
Zevran put away the dagger the moment the Warden had approached him. “A woman?” He asked Laurena thoughtfully.
“’Tis surprising you could not already tell that another pretty face t’was at camp,” Morrigan’s voice came from the direction of her small camp, every word dripping with sarcasm.
“Ah, my little witch, do not worry. She shall not take away my lust for you,” Zevran said giving Morrigan his trademark smirk.
“I am not your little anything, you lecherous elf,” Morrigan sneered
“Oh, how you wound me so,” Zevran dramatically held his hand over his chest in mock pain, Morrigan scoffed and turned back to her own camp.
Laurena smiled and shook her head at Zevran’s antics. She silently walked over to the tree where Aslinn was slumbering and called up to her.
“Hmm?” was Aslinn’s muffled reply.
“Why don’t you come down and eat something? Dinner will be ready shortly,” Laurena strained her neck up towards the branches in which Aslinn was nestled. She let out a surprised gasp when, Aslinn jumped off the branch without warning and landed calmly on her feet. “That was some leap.”
Aslinn giggled. “Sorry, didn’t mean ta scare yah.”
“Don’t worry about it but some warning next time would be nice, it’s not every day I have people jumping out of trees at me,” Laurena sighed and watched Aslinn smiled sheepishly.
Zevran watched Aslinn’s aerobatic descent from her treetop perch and land effortlessly in front of Laurena. They went to join Leliana outside her tent, the three women chatted amongst themselves until Alistair called over to them telling them dinner was ready. After each person doled out themselves a serving of the grey soup, they sat around the warmth coming off the fire. Zevran watched Aslinn take a spoonful of soup, make a disgusted face then forced herself to swallow. The auburn haired beauty shuttered and forced herself to eat another spoonful.
“Alistair, what kind of soup is this may I ask?” Leliana asked causally over her steaming bowl.
“Ooh, that? It's traditional Ferelden Lamb and pea stew. Do you like it?” Alistair grinned.
“Lamb....hmm,” Leliana took another spoonful. “This has a certain texture I don't normally associate with lamb.”
“I guess they didn't have rich foods in Lothering then,” Alistair looked thoughtful. “Soo the last time you had lamb it was probably cooked Orleasian style am I right? Food shouldn't be frilly and pretentious like that.”
“Frilly and pretentious?” Aslinn interrupted.
“He means made to make to food look pretty in presentation. The nobles banquets I've attended in Orlais, as a child, had pretty displays and I didn't know if I they were meant to be eaten or looked at,” Laurena explained from the left of Alistair.
“Exactly, now here in Ferelden, we do things right. We take our ingredients, throw them into the largest pot we can find, and cook them for as long as possible until everything is a uniform grey color. As soon as it looks completely bland and unappetizing, that's when I know it's done.” Alistair smiled proudly and poured himself another bowl.
Leliana looked shocked. “Y-you're having me on.”
Alistair laughed hearty. “You need to eat in more Ferelden inns.”
“Ya mean that all inns cook like that?” Aslinn exclaimed. “Here, I kinna thought it wus just the poor one I wus at.”
“No my dear, all inns in Ferelden cook much like Alistair here. It is as shame that you have not tasted the delicacies that come from my Antivian City,” Zevran looked nonchalantly at Aslinn across the fire.
Aslinn chuckled. “Why so interested in woot goes in ma mouth?” She gave Zevran a heated look and licked the end of her spoon. Alistair sputtered and choked on his own soup. Laurena blushed and patted Alistair on the back. The rest of the group just seemed stunned. Zevran couldn't help himself and chuckled loudly.
After dinner was cleaned up everyone left for their respective tents save for Aslinn who retreated to her tree for the night. It was well past midnight when Leliana woke Zevran for his turn at watch. Zevran sat in front of the fire and enjoyed the relative peacefulness of the night. He scanned the darkened forest just outside of the camp's fire when he heard a rustle of leaves.
“You are awake, yes?” He called out to seemingly no one.
Aslinn dropped down from her tree and sat across from him. “Most people wouldn’na have noticed.”
“Ah but I am not most people.”
They sat in silence for a while each lost in their own thoughts.
“In Gridania, me house was high above the ground among the trees. Dat is why the trees be where I sleep,” Aslinn explained.
“Hmm that does explain some of it. You are from Gridania, yes?” Zevran leaned forward resting on his knees.
“Eorzea but Gridania is me hometown. It would take yah many a month to cross the sea to get to it and just as many more to get to Gridania.” Aslinn smiled softly at the memory then shook her head. She stood up and walked toward the darkened forest surrounding camp. “I’da better be going to get this grim off me.”
“Am I allowed to watch?” Zevran smiled at her.
“Yah are on watch but I don’na think it'd be dat kind,” Aslinn giggled and disappeared into the darkness.
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[_ ] )o{=====>
UU
Aslinn chuckled as she walked away from Zevran and towards the smell of water. She took just plain soaps with her, instead of soaps the made her smell of flowers, as she planned to wash the filth from both her body and clothing. Aslinn reached her destination in a matter of minutes then paused to listen for the sounds of someone following her from the woods. When no sounds other than the normal murmur associated with the forest nightlife came, Aslinn began to strip the clothes from her body. Normally she wouldn’t have minded if someone like Zevran had followed to bathe, he was rather handsome and an elf on top of that. No, she normally wouldn’t have minded at all, but until she knew how this group was going to react to her secret she was taking no chances.
A/N Special thanks to my Beta Janac Shannon. Check out her story “Stars” http:// www. fanfiction. Net /s /5655515 /1 /Stars.
Also check out her version of Aslinn. http:// janecshannon. deviantart. com/ gallery/ #/ d2s8cf3
And my Version http:// evalyne. deviantart. com/#/ d2s0vn0
Just take out the spaces on the urls
Thank you to my viewers and Thank you to my wonderful husband for making the mini knight a spacers.