This WARRIOR woman has come                fully alive today, she is no longer anyone's                       slave or prey, she is taking back her                          life today, and those who know                            who she TRULY is, can stay.

I WILL BE HERE

“ Perhaps. Who knows, maybe I’ll like it. ” he’s joking. Maybe.

         “ Do you not have anything better to do, sir?”

“ I’ll punch you in the mouth with my lips. ”

         “Perhaps a kiss with my fist would be a bit more eye opening.”

                     This WARRIOR woman has come                fully alive today, she is no longer anyone's                       slave or prey, she is taking back her                          life today, and those who know                            who she TRULY is, can stay.

I WILL BE HERE

     Parties, smelling of despair, of people kissing in the corners simply because they believed the end of the world would be near. He did not doubt child birth would peak in less than a year, people wanted someone to be close to – and that often caused children. But he enjoyed himself nonetheless, watching, not needing anything like that when there was wine to drink and people to watch – and his eyes rested on a blonde woman, not managing to look away before he was caught looking, the before slightly sombre face turning to a smile. 

     “Oh no, I was simply admiring your hair – it looks well kept, it’s not a wig, that’s not often seen in Orlais.”

            ( Andwhere else would she feel so uncomfortable? She's like a mouse in apit of VIPERS, so susceptible to lies, rumours, manipulation. It'sher own fault for playing with finger. Idle fingers rise to toy witha messy, blonde braid – so self-conscious, even dressed in a gownof silk her mother had once wore to parties. Not that she has beeninvited to many places that required a dress of such grandeur. )

                      “Isuppose on a Hunter's wage I can't afford a powdered wig.”

       “Oh please.”

           She gave a slight shake of her head. “Not all the rich,”            There was a slight pause as she chose her next words            with care. “Just the stupid ones.”

“And there are certainly no shortage of the stupid ones.”

               ( A small smile, and she cants her head, flaxen braids draping over her shoulder and her cheek pressed against the others. Stupid people, stupid children. That’s how it worked, right? )

“I guess that could work. It’s starting to get dark, though.”

           ( It is not through fault of his own that he finds his hunt less thansuccessful, for it is clear he does not know these woodlands as shedoes, and does not know that there is a group of deer only a tenminute ride from where they currently stand, or that she has twoalready skinned and strung up in her own fireless camp. )

                 “Would two deer be acceptable?”

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Kindness was a hard pill to swallow. Suspicion was easier.Hate slid down like honey, but this… after so long of assuming every soul wasout to hurt hers, this was hard. Beatrice nodded slowly. The warrior was right,with the rain coming and the cold already seeping around the fading light ofthe sun. Camp was their best bet for surviving the night.

“I can…” Cannot mention my magic. “I’ve a fair hand withherbs. I picked them up as we walked y’ken. If you can find some meat, I cantake care of the other.”

She glanced round at the surroundings, a faint frown at thebareness of trees this high above the Hinterlands. “If – if we can g-get to acliff overhang, strip the branches off a tree and make a buffer against therain and wind. Unless you know of a cave nearby?”  

              ( she just takes her as she is, for all that Mjoll can figure out isthat she is not a warrior, her hands are too soft and while she isnot fragile, Beatrice was not dressed for the bitter winds that forcerain against their cheeks that prickle like a needle invading everypore. Mjoll feels little more than the desire to protect her woman, aburning necessity that causes her to glance back every so often tomake sure she is still upright. )

                    “Oh, you're a herbalist? Never quite got the hang of that myself.”

           ( words are fragmented by the chattering of teeth, and her tone remainsfalsely pleasant, as though it would lighten the mood of the two women. )

          “I believe there is one not far from here, 

          though I might need to clear it out of whatever lurks within.”

              She laughed. “And you are one to join me               there, no?”

            “I don’t really think that counts as the same              thing, love.” her reply was sweet as a swift kiss              was press to the other’s cheek.

         “I wouldn’t dream of it -- you might get too big for your boots!”

            ( amused though she was, the thought of families scrambling for money before their ( quite recently ) deceased loved ones were barely cold is enough to make her sick to her stomach. warm lips press against her cheek, and Mjoll heaves a sigh. )

                “The rich spoil their children too much.”

“You couldn’t kill me if you tried for a hundred years”

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