Sisters of Tevinter

Inquisitor

     The group of warriors watched as the Herald ran a weary hand through her amber hair and disappeared around the stone wall. 

     "Heh. Nice diversion, commander." Varric grinned. "You sure you're not a pathological liar like the rest of us?" 

       Kaisen observed as Cullen dusted off his gauntlets and glanced back at the dwarf. "I did not lie, and Josephine can handle her. The ambassador enjoys her company."

       "Ah, now there's a thought." Dorian snapped his fingers and traced his gaze musingly after Jor. 

         "About what?" Kaisen grinned, knowing the mage had an idea brewing. 

         He turned back to wink at her, his eyes dancing with playful glee. "Nothing, dear cousin."

        "Some of my best thoughts are about nothing." Kaisen giggled as she tugged off her gloves and stuck them in her belt. 

         "And other things, I'm sure," Varric ribbed, flicking his gaze to Cullen. The commander had turned a delightful shade of pink and cleared his throat.

         "I must be going. There's preparations to be made, after all." He tugged absently at the collar of his tunic. "You three can handle everything until then?" 

         "Of course, commander. We mustn't spoil the surprise." Dorian grinned. 

          "Good... My lady?" 

          Kaisen looked up to find the commander a step closer than he had been. She blinked. "...Yes?" It took a lot of focus suddenly to stand. Perhaps she was intimidated. That was odd, she hadn't been intimidated in a long time. Certainly not by this doofus of a templar. He was weak on his left side, frequently suffered migraines and could easily be taken out by a choice arrow to the eye. And they were lovely eyes. 

          She shook her head to clear it as Cullen looked down at her slightly. He was about an inch or two taller than she was. Though she was wearing heeled boots this morning. It was irritating. 

          "...I don't suppose you'll ever want to challenge me again?" The commander smiled slightly. 

           Kaisen scowled. "Don't get cocky, knight." 

         "I wouldn't have it any other way." He turned away to stride up the stone steps. "I did enjoy testing my steel to someone with such cunning." 

          Kaisen pursed her lips, watching him go and disappear into Skyhold's halls. Prick. 

         Dorian elbowed her in the ribs. "Not bad, not bad." 

           "I'm amazing and fabulous, I know." Kaisen turned to look up at the mage who had fast become her friend. They had similar disdains. Except now, apparently. "What's not bad?" 

         "What's not bad, she says." Dorian rolled his silver eyes and glanced over his shoulder at Varric, who shrugged. 

          "Did I miss something?" The Crow laughed. 

           "You missed everything," Dorian sighed, dramatically slumping his shoulders. "Were you even in the same courtyard we were a moment ago?"

           "Hm. No idea." Kaisen grinned and punched the mage's arm. "Now come on, we've got stuff to put together. Did you talk to Bull?" 

           "Yes." Dorian grimaced. "I did. He's spreading the word." 

            "Gods, it's like we're all getting engaged," Varric chuckled, rifling around in his coat to hand Kaisen a sheaf of papers. "Here, birdie. Take these to Leliana. Noon, you said?"