Dragon Age: Coexist

Raven

Winter is coming, I thought. The last of autumn's leaves had fallen, draping the wilderness, along with the following season's contents.

Frost had fallen from the sky in the awakening day, resting itself in a thin sheet on the landscape of the Korcari Wilds. It was ice; the snow had yet to show itself.

I sighed, as the bitter wind once again encircled me, making my hair dance. I wrapped my fur blanket tighter around me, bathing myself in the cold. I enjoyed being outside in the winter, being amongst the cold and white. It was all so mystical to me, how winter could make everything seem beautiful, even the crude and unsightly landfill that was the Wilds.

I heard the door of the hut open, and Jaiden's voice follow. "How long?" He asked.

I frowned, not taking my eyes off of the scene before me. "You mean in all? Or how long we've been here?"

He paused. "Here,"

I sighed. "Four."

There was no verbal response; only the sound of the door closing gave me insight.

I watched the scene before me intently, admiring the beauty. Something black defiled the white.

I frowned, watching the black run closer and closer towards the hut. It stopped in front of me, gazing into my silver eyes with its golden ones.

Morrigan transformed before me, losing her fur and four legs. I regained eye contact with her, once the bright light that was shimmering from her faded into the air.

"You are still here, I see," said she, "I am curious as to when you and the silent one will take your leave of me."

I shrugged. "I can't answer your question. I actually don't mind staying here. I think my brother is just glad to be somewhere that he can consider safe."

She scoffed. "You consider this place 'safe'?"

"I don't consider any place safe. I never said that I did. He does."

Her eyebrows were slightly lifted. "I see."

I didn't respond, nor did she ask for one. I simply returned my attention towards the view, and she joined me in my gazing.

"'Tis beautiful, you think?" She suddenly asked.

I smiled. Her voice and diction was that of a poetess'. "I think the frost is amazing."

"Amazing? How so?"

"It can disguise anything. Make even the Wilds seem beautiful. The alienage."

Silence replied.

When a few moments passed, she asked, "I am assuming that the alienage is not a place that one would enjoy being in, for you have not spoken of it lightly."

I sighed in annoyance, and looked at her. "You and Flemeth are fond of interrogation."

She frowned, appearing to struggle with her words. "I….you and your brother are the first people that I've actually conversed with, besides my mother. I was simply…."

I sighed again. Being the apostate that she was, it was obvious that she had not had any social contact with anyone else in the world, as to not risk being revealed to the Chantry. I imagined that she would be full of questions, since she has finally met people from the outside world. "The alienage is a place of despair, poverty and strife. It's walled off from the city, forcing elves to be segregated from humans, though I don't necessarily consider that part a bad thing. We're not forced to live there, but it's hard not to. Every time an elven family leaves, misfortune follows them, and they always come back. Always. The shems make sure of it."