@daggerbean tagged me back for a WIP weekend (and it was a beautiful piece of art) and so since I’m on my break, I thought I’d share this WIP of a DA2 ficlet I’m working on :3
“I thought the Witch of the Wilds only kept daughters as her apprentices,” the soldier—Aveline—said from behind Trystan. He didn’t turn to look at her, his gaze solely locked on his cousin.
“Oh, but there are always uses for a pretty young lad!” Flemeth laughed, resting a clawed hand on Jurian’s shoulder. If Trystan didn’t know better, he might have thought that his cousin looked tense. “And I am not one so willing to waste a mage with such natural-borne talent. He can accompany you to Kirkwall. A favor for a favor.”
It sounded too good to be true—and too easy. Trystan scowled at his cousin; no doubt he had some motive in this, another ulterior game he was playing that he had dragged them all into. If only he could’ve done it sooner. Maybe Carver wouldn’t be dead.
The guilt stung. It wasn’t Jurian’s fault. That fault was solely his own.
“As you say, mistress.” Jurian spoke and broke the silence, and an amulet was dropped into his hand. Before Trystan had a chance to question it, Flemeth turned away in a burst of bright light, taking the shape of a dragon once more. At least their path to the Waking Sea would be clear.
FIN
