Dragon Age: One Year Later p25
The light sound of the music thrummed around the crowd gathered, watching the exchange between the King and the woman at his feet. Dancing and giggling from a nearby building from several other women dressed in similar outfits of white flittered through the crowd; two stopped and helped the lead dancer to her feet.
The music cued Deedo took her position, seductively slow towards the center of the fire-filled pots. Keeping eye contact with various people, suddenly the sound of the first drum broke their contact as she jerked her head back, her hair wildly following.
The others followed her movement halting their flirtatious dealings with the crowd.
Deedo slowly raised her hands above her head as she slinked her waist and hips, the glow of the flames danced on her caramel complexion, as it glimmered golden in the firelight. Deedolett lowered her right arm to the crowd of people on her right, pulling their attentions to her she repeated the same on her left.
Satisfied she had their
Ever Age Chapter 3As Greagoir and Cullen made their way down to the foyer of the tower to greet the visitors awaiting them, several templars were standing semi circle around the five armed- strangers. Greagoir watched as the cloaked and hooded figures stood patiently waiting, there were some . Walking forward between the strangers and the templars Greagoir addressed the guest.
"My name is Knight-Commander Greagoir and I would like you to state your business here." He tried to sound less annoyed as possible.
One of the tall figures stepped forwards extending a gloved hand in greeting.
"Well met, we have come seeking one of our own." When the gesture was refused she swept her hand in motion to the companions behind her.
Perplexed the Knight Commander scoffed, "One of your own?" he looked at the hooded female quizzically "I am not sure whom you are referring."
Cullen watching from behind Greagoir, felt as he has heard this stranger's voice before, pitch slightly differs but altogether familiar
Ever Age Chapter 2Denerim was hit hard, it was in a total state of chaos the dead littered the streets human, elf and darkspawn, buildings crumble under the weight of the attack, and fires that scattered about the city lit it with an unholy glow. The smell of rotted flesh and blood coved every nook and cranny of the Blight torn city. Deedolett and her group fought during most of the morning, but the darkspawn still came, tired and weary they fought until a path was clear from the front gates.
Leliana slumped against a partly crumbled wall, that was still intact,
"I am tired, so very tired." She took a thankful drink from her water skin passing it to Zevran who sat next to her, also drinking heavily of the skin.
"Yes - we must rest, the soldiers - seemed to clear a path - we should be safe for now." Zevran said between swallows.
Deedolett was feeling dizzy from all the lyrium she drank from the morning's battle and she laid a tired head on Leliana's lap. Wynne was assessing everyone's state, minor
Ever Age Chapter 1The western side of Antonica seemed to find an unrelenting storm outside, the rain hammered against the windows of the house in Qeynos, the city of man. A lovely High elf woman sits by the roaring fireplace lost in her thoughts, the flames lull her to a tranquil state with a heavy sigh her eyes closed.
Her friend and travelling companion spotted her, he was on his way to bed himself.
"Hey, what are you still doing up?" he crossed the room to help her to her feet, "You know what time it is?"
She sighed as she rose to her feet and let herself be led to her room, "Yes I do, I just closed my eyes for a minute." She smiled a sleepy smile and laid her head on his shoulder.
She squeezed his arm to get his attention, she wasn't sure how she was going to tell him and it was important that he knows, "I I just wanted to say that you have been a gem of a friend, and I will treasure you always." she hesitated slightly "I'm leaving."
They stopped just short of her room, he looked down at her p