The Dread Husband Rises

(Modern AU) Resonance :

[...] during a discussion about going group camping at some point in the future, Rook, who had been lying on her stomach on the warm rock with her chin on her folded arms, said: "Gods, I wish, but I have to go back on Friday." "Back where?" Zjinn asked. "Come on, the fairyponds in the Planasenes have some of the best jumping rocks! I vote skip." Davrin laughed. "She won't. It's this whole thing." "Seminar. Compositional Theory. I can't skip, it's required for my program." She said the words like she was identifying a terrible medical condition. "Three hours of Professor Solas explaining why everything I find interesting about music is wrong."

Ouroboros:

“She got carried away,” Shiveren said, slinging an arm around Maordrid’s shoulders while she pinched the bridge of her nose, muttering under her breath. “She had already stolen what we came for, and she was bored. That's what spending centuries in dark armouries does to inherently chaotic fools.” “I was not bored!” “During or after?” “Ammat-moledhis! Did we not require a distraction?” Violet-eyes beamed at Dhrui. “She was very specific.” He tipped his cup toward the group. “But nevermind that one—would you like to hear about the time,” he began, “we entertained ourselves by provoking the Dread Wolf into personally chasing us across Arlathan?”

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