#iveanis

@dadrunkwriting @for-the-ninth

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Iveanis stood among the rubble of the castle of the Fallow Mire, staring intently at the Avaar wielding a hammer and remaining silent as Bull came up behind him, clapping hands to the teenager's shoulder.

"Little boss, you ready?"

Iveanis shifted, hands sliding into battle-ready stances on his staff as he rolled his neck. "Is it still murder if I give them a head's up?"

Dorian cackled from where he sat, perched on a pile of ruined stone, rain falling down around him as Blackwall leaned against a pillar, shaking his head in amusement. Boy, the Inquisitor was funny without the strict party members about.

"I... don't believe so. Give him fucking hell, little boss."

Iveanis gave a bloodthirsty grin, bouncing on his toes. "I will."

Iron Bull shook his head, laughing quietly as he pushed the teenager towards the chieftain, and watching as Iveanis laced the steps with runic wards before whistling to catch the chieftain's attention and luring him down the steps to shift into a sudden block of ice.

"Iveanis is insane."

She moves silently on the Inquisition’s library, she does not have a lot of time to stay there and actually try and learn how to read common, but that didn’t mean she didn’t try. She would learn, one way or another she would learn how to decodify the small letters and memorize the sounds that each combination made and what they translated to a page. She had a small book under her arm, the priestess approaches the Inquisitor that was reading quite a thick book ( she could only imagine how small and complicated the symbols must be ).

      “What are you reading Inquisitor?” her eyes move from him to the book for a few seconds, a sea of symbols and their combinations that didn’t mean anything to her, a churning sensation erupts from her stomach forcing her eyes to turn back to him.