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“Okay,” Iveani said, going up to get him something. They’d been living together long enough that she knew what he liked. When she got back, she handed him the drink. “Do you want anything else?” she asked.

It was getting closer.  Too close.  Soon Mareloen will leave and she will be left to take care of the estate.  Gone to Tevinter without her.  Just as she wished…  

But now things were different.  There was no one keeping her here.  There was Leon but well… 

Her heart still aches thinking of such things.  She was silly to think that it would lead anywhere.  Even if he made her believe so she should have known better.  And yet… 

It was far too easy to get caught up in the fantasy of it all.  She used those words once with Mareloen and he didn’t seem to favor them all too much.  Her fantasy and his nightmare if she recalls correctly.  Something about how Leon would have succumbed to mortality in half a century and the problems it would have caused.  Genevive wonders… Sometimes it seems like Mareloen forgets that she too is mortal.  That she too will fall ill to the fate of humanity.  Half a century… To her it seems like a long while away but to Mareloen it’s not much more than a blink of an eye she’d suppose.  They are so different…  One day she will be gone and he living as if she never had existed.  Perhaps not at first but after a couple decades or centuries surely her memory must fade from his mind.  And there's a pang in her chest at such thoughts.  A sadness to it all.  When will it end?  All the hurt…  Genevieve remembers a time all she really felt was joy.  A time she was able to find the positive of even the most negative but it seems as if the tide has turned and such things are becoming harder and harder.  A certain despair…  A hopelessness to the future.  

But alas… Best not dwell on such.  She can still put on a smile and pretend everything is alright.  For now that's all she can do…

Like now!  Grabbing the basket of goodies she puts on a smile and greets Mareloen as he enters the kitchen.  She was going to find him but this works too!  

“Goodmorning,” she greets all too cheery, the sound dancing off the walls to an almost eerie tune.  “I made you some muffins.  They’re fresh, straight from the oven.”  Recently Genevieve has taken up baking as a way to pass time when she wasn’t studying or training.  It was always easier to go to the market and buy her morning treats but now the market has become a place she avoids, everything reminding her of him.  “I’m hoping they turned out better than the last batch.  I couldn’t even get Hawke to swallow one and that man will eat anything.  But I’m fairly certain I used the sugar instead of salt this time around.  It’s not my fault they look deceptively similar.  Quite suspicious if you ask me,” she jests, holding one out for him.  “I used blueberries and lemon this time.  They smell quite good, hopefully they’ll match in taste.”  But her eyes shine, a sorrow laden deep within.  “I know it probably won’t be as good as the ones I’d bring from the market but hopefully they aren’t too disappointing.”  Looking up at him she waits for him to take a bite, a tad nervous for some reason.  “I hope to perfect them before your journey.  I wish to slip a few in your pack.  Something to remember me by.  There are only a few days left before you leave…”  

Things were hectic to say the least.  Tevinter was no small journey after all and they needed to make sure Mareloen left with everything he needed.  If only he needed her as well…  But alas.  It was her choice.  Her decision.  And she doesn't have the heart to ask to come with.  Not when they spent the past couple of weeks going over her tasks and duties here while he was away.  There were too many responsibilities that needed to be taken care of and there was no one else to do them but her. 

Iveani thought that this would just be a quick trip out of the camp to go collect some herbs. The others were still sleeping, no need to wake them and ask anyone to go with her. But here she was, about to get eaten by a stupid bear.

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Harellin first looked at the pouch before him and then up at Mareloen, before he finally took the smoking pipe from his mouth. “This garden is fragile and ain’t in as good health, as my ole one was”, he said instead of acknowledging Mareloen’s words, “Please try ta reign yerself in here”, a gentle warning, reminiscing of the first time Mareloen had been recklessly walking through his work.

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“No, I’m helping. I provide information that helps them defeat demons and seal up the rifts more efficiently, like what their weaknesses are and effective potions. Isn’t that great? I get my own office too!”

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If furniture could look scandalized without having a face to express emotions, then that was what Lugagge looked like, as it danced away from the elf’s hand on its hundreds of little feet. Tilting slightly it considered the corpse he held before scooting closer carefully. It was almost, as if it was sniffing the dead body. Which was absurd of course. chests don’t have noses to sniff with.

Yet.

Hadi thought he was pretty decent at summoning spells. He’d followed the directions as best as he could translate them, got all the ingredients and cast his spell with a great deal of good intent and energy and everything had been going well enough, really, it had felt right until it didn’t and then there was something in his basement. 

Expecting a spirit of some sort, he recognized the volatility of his choice and had been prepared with a linked object, the golden necklace clutched tight in his hand, to contain his new friend if things went awry. He knew better than to just give beings free reign over him and his house and then ask them for favors - he disliked being so manipulative, but it was a matter of necessity. He really, really hoped it worked. If not ... he was in way over his head with powers he couldn’t control.