Geese in Spring, Part II: Identity [1/?]
anonymous
June 23 2010, 21:59:17 UTC
And it goes on... If you missed parts 5 and 6 of Part I, they snuck in up there. XD; Someone mentioned halla to me in reference to this story, so here they are.Devin fell into a daily routine fairly quickly, which he figured was a good thing -- it kept him from fretting over the unexpected, and having some structure to his day made it pass a little faster. Every morning for the past week, he'd gotten up and dressed (with Zevran's assistance, which was both frustrating and somewhat embarrassing), and had wandered around the camp quietly while Zevran performed his duties as a hunter -- either actually hunting or foraging for food, or patrolling for intruders. Sometimes the mage listened to the storyteller Loreia teaching the children through tales and song; other days he watched Nallerin and his apprentice Verlis working ironbark and forging fine weapons. A couple of times he'd helped the clan's herbalist, a tiny, elderly woman named Hessa, make up some everyday remedies, using his knees to brace the heavy wooden mortar while he
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Geese in Spring, Part II: Identity [2/?]
anonymous
June 23 2010, 22:00:39 UTC
He suspected that Zevran was one of the few city elves who had run away to the Dalish and stayed, or been allowed to stay. That might explain the disdain of the proud elders, at any rate. But the only way to find out would be to ask...
"More accepting than their caretakers?" the mage offered, waiting to see if Zevran would take the bait.
The hunter looked at him sharply, then smiled, the expression not reaching his eyes. "So you've noticed, hmm?"
Devin nodded slowly. "You don't seem to... fit in, exactly," he murmured, looking out over the small pasture.
"I don't," Zevran replied with a slight shrug. "I have tried, for years, but it has been made clear to me since the beginning that I don't truly belong here." He waved a hand, cutting off the startled comment Devin had been about to make. "Oh, they have treated me well enough. I'm certainly better off here than I would have been otherwise, and for that, I am grateful. But I'm not to be considered as a serious bond-mate, or a master hunter, or any such thing
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Geese in Spring, Part II: Identity [3/?]
anonymous
June 29 2010, 00:56:20 UTC
Writeanon took the weekend off. :o Back to ye old typing device!
Zevran led him farther downstream than he'd gone before, away from the open area where the elves came to fetch water, and the slightly more concealed spots generally used for bathing. Here, the water was deeper and the leafy canopy overhead was thinner, letting some of the late afternoon sun through to warm the mossy bank. It seemed to be a very convenient little spot, and the mage wondered if others used it for this purpose, or if it was some private refuge of Zevran's. He suspected the latter.
Before he could ask, though, he was distracted by the distinctive slap of leather hitting the ground. He looked up in time to see the elf tossing his second bracer to land with the first
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Geese in Spring, Part II: Identity [4/?]
anonymous
June 29 2010, 00:58:24 UTC
Devin complied, settling down near the water's edge, but his mind was racing as he did so. Damnation. A new Warden wouldn't have had time to have gone the length and breadth of Ferelden several times over. Stupid. "Well... perhaps I'm exaggerating, just a little," he said, forcing himself to smile, "but I stand by what I said, all the same
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Geese in Spring, Part II: Identity [5/?]
anonymous
July 1 2010, 20:38:12 UTC
omg they won't stop talking T_T I want to say, "almost done with this part!" but... not so sure.
Also there will be sexin's in this story, I promise. XD;Devin's smirk widened into a grin. "I suppose we'll have to avoid that at all costs, then, won't we?" he drawled
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Geese in Spring, Part II: Identity [6/8]
anonymous
July 2 2010, 19:46:07 UTC
Writeanon apologizes profusely for this long and boring chapter, but the background info, it wanted out. That should be the end of that, however.
Meanwhile, captcha says "deviated diamond"... I like it, but I do not understand it.There were, Devin knew, a great many things missing from this tale. Zevran's expression, when he turned back to the mage, was open, as if expecting, even inviting questions, but the Warden hardly knew where to begin. Finally, he seized on one of the hunter's last remarks. "If the clan saw your skill with weapons, it's no wonder they accepted you," he began, "you'd certainly be an asset... But if you didn't learn your skills among the Dalish, then when
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Geese in Spring, Part II: Identity [7/8]
anonymous
July 2 2010, 19:47:21 UTC
"Well." The hunter smiled ruefully. "Perhaps it was proof of how young I still was, then, regardless of the training I'd been through. My mother was Dalish, you see, or so said the whores who raised me." He caught Devin's startled look, and those golden eyes dared him to say something, but the mage held his tongue for now, and simply nodded. "I suppose," Zevran continued, "some... sentimental part of me held to that thought, that I was half-Dalish. Perhaps I hoped that the true Dalish would be able to tell, somehow... or that they would remember my mother -- who left her clan to marry a city elf, can you imagine? -- and would accept me as long-lost kin. Foolish notions, no?"
The Warden shook his head. He noted that Zevran had made no other mention of his parents; he seemed to have been raised an orphan, much as Devin himself was. That being the case, the mage thought he understood the hint of wistfulness in Zevran's voice, even as the elf chided himself for being naive. To have a home, to belong somewhere, was probably a
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Geese in Spring, Part II: Identity [8/8]
anonymous
July 2 2010, 19:51:31 UTC
As they approached the camp, they heard a deep, booming bark, the voice of a very large canine. Zevran tensed instinctively, expecting an attack, but next to him, Devin raised a hand as the barks grew higher in pitch, more hopeful than menacing
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"More accepting than their caretakers?" the mage offered, waiting to see if Zevran would take the bait.
The hunter looked at him sharply, then smiled, the expression not reaching his eyes. "So you've noticed, hmm?"
Devin nodded slowly. "You don't seem to... fit in, exactly," he murmured, looking out over the small pasture.
"I don't," Zevran replied with a slight shrug. "I have tried, for years, but it has been made clear to me since the beginning that I don't truly belong here." He waved a hand, cutting off the startled comment Devin had been about to make. "Oh, they have treated me well enough. I'm certainly better off here than I would have been otherwise, and for that, I am grateful. But I'm not to be considered as a serious bond-mate, or a master hunter, or any such thing ( ... )
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Captcha says intimacy foreign.
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(wow, now that's a brilliant capture. XD Can be taken in two different ways, both quite appropriate!)
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Zevran led him farther downstream than he'd gone before, away from the open area where the elves came to fetch water, and the slightly more concealed spots generally used for bathing. Here, the water was deeper and the leafy canopy overhead was thinner, letting some of the late afternoon sun through to warm the mossy bank. It seemed to be a very convenient little spot, and the mage wondered if others used it for this purpose, or if it was some private refuge of Zevran's. He suspected the latter.
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Captcha is being silly today: paleface the
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Also there will be sexin's in this story, I promise. XD;Devin's smirk widened into a grin. "I suppose we'll have to avoid that at all costs, then, won't we?" he drawled ( ... )
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Meanwhile, captcha says "deviated diamond"... I like it, but I do not understand it.There were, Devin knew, a great many things missing from this tale. Zevran's expression, when he turned back to the mage, was open, as if expecting, even inviting questions, but the Warden hardly knew where to begin. Finally, he seized on one of the hunter's last remarks. "If the clan saw your skill with weapons, it's no wonder they accepted you," he began, "you'd certainly be an asset... But if you didn't learn your skills among the Dalish, then when ( ... )
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The Warden shook his head. He noted that Zevran had made no other mention of his parents; he seemed to have been raised an orphan, much as Devin himself was. That being the case, the mage thought he understood the hint of wistfulness in Zevran's voice, even as the elf chided himself for being naive. To have a home, to belong somewhere, was probably a ( ... )
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