Sisters of Tevinter

Daylight

    Jor was lying flat on her belly in her room, poring over the notes she had taken last night in the Undercroft with Solas. Notebooks were scattered all around her on the bed, her fingertips were stained with ink. She hadn't slept much, too excited about the lead she and the mage had discovered. Apparently, with the right ratio of black lotus and witherstalk, a bitter paste could be formed and watered down to numb pain and spike adrenaline. Combined with the blue variety of deep mushroom, it could be used to seal wounds and heighten the senses...

      "You're doing it again," Dorian said, sipping his tea from where he sat in the high backed chair beside the bed. 

      "Hm?" Jor jotted another hasty note on coagulation in the margins of her parchment, twirling a small stick of charcoal in her off hand. She'd been sketching diagrams of fungi and flowers all night. 

      "Ignoring me. Honestly, Jor, I'm dying here."

      Jor laughed softly. "Don't be so dramatic. I'm just trying to get a few more notes in." 

     "It's part of my charm. Please, my darling Inquisitor, speak to me. Don't tell me I came all this way for nothing-- you have ink on your cheek." 

      Without looking up, Jor brushed the back of her hand over her cheekbone, still scribbling lines and lines of notes. The chemical reaction between the chloroplasts and bioluminescent horomones creates a compound of platelets and matter with a strong smell. Strong enough to boost the immune system and increase focus simultaneously. Can be distributed with relative ease-

       Dorian yawned loudly. 

       Incensed, Jor set down her quill. "Yes, hello, Dorian. Hi, you're amazing and wonderful and a huge pain in my ass. What do you want?" 

       Dorian brightened, setting his teacup in his lap. "I'm glad you asked!" His silver gaze twinkled with amusement. "Tell me more about your night with the elf." 

     Jor flushed pink and scoffed, picking up her quill again. 

     "Oh come on, don't tell me all you did was spin intellectual anecdotes and scribble in each other's notebooks." 

      "That is exactly what we did." Jor held out her hand expectantly. 

      Dorian passed her the teacup. "Hopeless. Truly hopeless. What else did you do last night? You didn't bother to get piss drunk with me like I asked you to. I was going to toss you at some of your men, let them walk you to your room." 

       "You're evil and cruel and I don't want to talk to you any more." 

      "You don't mean that," the mage said dismissively, earning a snort from the scholar as she sipped her tea. "So where did you go? After the ceremony I mean. What does a newly appointed Inquisitor do besides misbehave and be ravished to celebrate? Arson?" 

  Jor passed the teacup back to him without glancing up. "I went to meditate on the walls. It was a nice night. Bull eventually asked me to spar with him. I obliged. Then I bumped into Solas-"

    "Now hang on. You mean to tell me you spent a good portion of your evening getting beaten to a pulp?" 

      "Yes." 

      "Well that explains it then. Is he as strong as he looks?" Dorian smiled slightly.

      "More so."

      Dorian sighed, that same smile tugging at his mouth. "Wonderful." 

      "You're gross."