Kiera Amell thought her life was set before her. A talented Spirit Healer, she assumed that she would spend her life in the Circle of Magi healing the sick and mentoring apprentinces. That is, until a blood mage betrayed her trust and left her to pa...
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Keira hummed as she mixed a potion. It had been several months since the Battle of Amaranthine. Things had settled and the Wardens had been hailed heroes, the Commander even receiving a new title: Lionheart. There were still sections of the city that the guard had closed off due to damage, but the people of Amaranthine were rebuilding their lives and the city. Garrett was now Aidan's second in command and was well respected by the men for his leadership during the battle. Nathaniel had sent word to let his sister know he was still alive, much to Delilah's relief. She was nearing her due time now and she and Albert could barely contain their excitement at meeting their son. A knock sounded at the door as Kiera finished the potion.
"I'll get it." She and Garrett almost had enough money to purchase their own house. Kiera was surprised to see who their visitor was. "Anders?" She stepped aside so he could come in.
"Kiera," he greeted as he stepped inside.
Kiera could immediately sense something was different, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.
"Hello, Anders," Delilah greeted. The Mage had visited a few times since the battle, mostly to tend to the wounded still recovering and to check on the progress of the clinic he'd established that was run by none Mage healers. "What brings you here? Kiera is still working on potions for the clinic."
"I'm actually here because I would like to ask a favor of the two of you."
Kiera immediately looked worried. It was not like him to be serious like this. "Anders? What's going on?" she asked, the worry in her voice.
"Nothing," Anders gave a laugh. "Nothing at all. I'm going out into the field with a few others. Dangerous area." He produced a cat from his robes.
Kiera immediately giggled, remembering the Tower mouser Anders had called Mr. Wiggums.
"I came by to ask if you could look after him."
Kiera took the cat from Anders and he immediately began to purr and rub his head against her cheek.
Anders chuckled. "He likes you."
"He kinda looks like Mr. Wiggums. Only sweeter."
Anders laughed. "His name is Ser Pounce-a-lot."
Delilah giggled.
"Pounce-a-lot?" Kiera couldn't help but smile, remembering one of the books in the Tower that Wynne had her study when it was discovered that she was a potent healer. In the margins had been a drawing of Templars being eaten by a tiger labeled "Ser Pounce-a-lot". She should have known the artist was Anders.
Anders knew what she was smiling about and shrugged. "I can't take him with me."
