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Fic drabble: Mutual Friend
Title: Mutual Friend
Characters: f!surana (Neria), f!Amell (Maggie), Anders (guest appearance)
Summary: Since an AU "if they never became 'the' Warden" version of of my main character made something of a guest appearance in the Fractures universe, I wanted to do the same with one ofmiri1984's characters
Rating: Safe for all! Really!
Words: 900 (hey, under 1000 for me is a drabble!)
Mutual Friend
“Enchanter Neria?”
She looked up from her book with a sigh. “Yes, Ser Bran?”
“Sorry to disturb you,” he offered. “I was asked to bring you a message.” He handed her a small piece of folded paper, nodded, and left. Neria groaned as she looked at the seal. Blue wax, bearing two rearing griffons. What does that woman possibly want with me?
Neria-
I need to speak with you. I realize we’ve never exactly been friends, but I think you will want to hear what I have to
say.
I’m here until tomorrow recruiting for the Wardens, please meet me behind the third floor storage room. I’ll wait
there during dinner tonight and breakfast tomorrow.
-Maggie
PS- Don’t tell anyone!
“Don’t tell anyone?” she muttered to herself. It was infuriating. Neria could see why she was picked for the Grey Wardens. Mages focused on battle were rare, and mages focused on battle who wanted to join an order with a reputation for being near-suicidal fanatics even rarer. That they saved her from punishment didn't even bother Neria, since her infraction had been helping their only mutual friend escape being made tranquil. Deep down, she suspected if it was her he had asked she would have done the same.
Neria understood why the Grey Wardens wanted her. What she didn't understand was how naming someone who switched between acting like life was nothing but an unending children’s adventure story and acting like life was nothing but a dirty Antivan novel the commander made sense. Knowing that she had become practically synonymous with ‘mage’ in the minds of most people in Ferelden didn’t help. Neria could list a hundred mages that would be a better public example of their kind.
Annoyed, she crumpled the letter and tossed it in her fireplace.
Maggie paced behind the storeroom. Quickly realizing her boots were far louder than the soft Circle-issued ones, which had never been designed for walking outside, she stopped and sat against a wall in the shadows. It was amazing how little the tower had changed in the years since she left. This was still an area few people even knew existed, much less visited. No wonder it smelled a bit... sweaty. Come on, she thought. You don’t hate me that much, do you?
Just as she was about to give up there was the sound of soft leather shoes on stone. Maggie watched in silence. Petite, even for an elf. Dark hair, cut short. A very sensible haircut. Yep, it was her. “Figures,” she muttered. “Not even here.”
“Wait,” Maggie called, standing up and stepping out of the shadows. “I’m right here. I was hiding.”
Neria sighed. “Hiding?”
“Yes. Hiding. So no one could see me.” She nodded as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. Maggie briefly wondered if her note didn't stress the secrecy of this meeting enough.
Neria sighed with annoyance. Apparently the responsibilities of command hadn’t granted her anything resembling maturity. Everything was still a game to her. “I assume there was a reason you asked me to meet you?”
"You came alone, right? No one followed you?”
“Followed me? Are you mad?”
She shrugged. “Probably. I think anyone with my job would be, though. Now were you followed? Yes or no!”
“No,” Neria sighed.
Maggie nodded, looking pleased, and leaned over so she could whisper. “We have a mutual friend among the Grey,” she said. When Neria looked at her blankly Maggie sighed. “Let’s say… it is not a life of tranquility.”
Neria sucked in a breath. “You mean—”
“Yes,” she said, cutting her off before she could say his name. “He’s married now. His daughter will be four soon.”
"He's... all right?"
She nodded, grinning. "He's fine. Got used to the job fast, but I knew he would. It was kind of a last-resort thing for him, but he likes it now. I'm just glad I could do something."
“You’re allowed to do that? Even though he’s a…”
“Grey Wardens can use any means necessary, we fight things much worse than demons and abominations,” she said, sounding very serious. Neria was briefly surprised. Perhaps she had changed. “And the Chantry can kiss my ass.” Or not.
“Thank you,” she said, feeling an enormous sense of relief. Until then, Neria hadn't even noticed how much worries about him had plagued the back of her mind. “I appreciate you telling me.”
“Happy to,” she said cheerfully. “He sends his love. Says not to study too hard.” Still slightly thrown off by surprise, Neria muttered a response and Maggie cheerfully walked off.
“There you are,” called a male voice.
“Here I am!” Neria heard Maggie respond. “Had to deliver a message.”
“Work work work,” he laughed.
Neria saw her speaking to a tall blonde man, in similar blue robes embroidered with a repeating pattern of griffins. After a moment she recognized him as a mage who spent a good deal of his time away from the tower. When he was in the tower it was in solitary confinement more often than not, since he didn’t bother to ask for leave when he went on all those trips. There had been whispers around the tower when he joined the Wardens, stories of dead templars and the Warden Commander jumping in to grab him before the Chantry could seek justice. I guess they will take just about anyone, Neria thought.
Walking back to her office, she felt very grateful for that.
Characters: f!surana (Neria), f!Amell (Maggie), Anders (guest appearance)
Summary: Since an AU "if they never became 'the' Warden" version of of my main character made something of a guest appearance in the Fractures universe, I wanted to do the same with one of
miri1984's charactersRating: Safe for all! Really!
Words: 900 (hey, under 1000 for me is a drabble!)
Mutual Friend
“Enchanter Neria?”
She looked up from her book with a sigh. “Yes, Ser Bran?”
“Sorry to disturb you,” he offered. “I was asked to bring you a message.” He handed her a small piece of folded paper, nodded, and left. Neria groaned as she looked at the seal. Blue wax, bearing two rearing griffons. What does that woman possibly want with me?
Neria-
I need to speak with you. I realize we’ve never exactly been friends, but I think you will want to hear what I have to
say.
I’m here until tomorrow recruiting for the Wardens, please meet me behind the third floor storage room. I’ll wait
there during dinner tonight and breakfast tomorrow.
-Maggie
PS- Don’t tell anyone!
“Don’t tell anyone?” she muttered to herself. It was infuriating. Neria could see why she was picked for the Grey Wardens. Mages focused on battle were rare, and mages focused on battle who wanted to join an order with a reputation for being near-suicidal fanatics even rarer. That they saved her from punishment didn't even bother Neria, since her infraction had been helping their only mutual friend escape being made tranquil. Deep down, she suspected if it was her he had asked she would have done the same.
Neria understood why the Grey Wardens wanted her. What she didn't understand was how naming someone who switched between acting like life was nothing but an unending children’s adventure story and acting like life was nothing but a dirty Antivan novel the commander made sense. Knowing that she had become practically synonymous with ‘mage’ in the minds of most people in Ferelden didn’t help. Neria could list a hundred mages that would be a better public example of their kind.
Annoyed, she crumpled the letter and tossed it in her fireplace.
Maggie paced behind the storeroom. Quickly realizing her boots were far louder than the soft Circle-issued ones, which had never been designed for walking outside, she stopped and sat against a wall in the shadows. It was amazing how little the tower had changed in the years since she left. This was still an area few people even knew existed, much less visited. No wonder it smelled a bit... sweaty. Come on, she thought. You don’t hate me that much, do you?
Just as she was about to give up there was the sound of soft leather shoes on stone. Maggie watched in silence. Petite, even for an elf. Dark hair, cut short. A very sensible haircut. Yep, it was her. “Figures,” she muttered. “Not even here.”
“Wait,” Maggie called, standing up and stepping out of the shadows. “I’m right here. I was hiding.”
Neria sighed. “Hiding?”
“Yes. Hiding. So no one could see me.” She nodded as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. Maggie briefly wondered if her note didn't stress the secrecy of this meeting enough.
Neria sighed with annoyance. Apparently the responsibilities of command hadn’t granted her anything resembling maturity. Everything was still a game to her. “I assume there was a reason you asked me to meet you?”
"You came alone, right? No one followed you?”
“Followed me? Are you mad?”
She shrugged. “Probably. I think anyone with my job would be, though. Now were you followed? Yes or no!”
“No,” Neria sighed.
Maggie nodded, looking pleased, and leaned over so she could whisper. “We have a mutual friend among the Grey,” she said. When Neria looked at her blankly Maggie sighed. “Let’s say… it is not a life of tranquility.”
Neria sucked in a breath. “You mean—”
“Yes,” she said, cutting her off before she could say his name. “He’s married now. His daughter will be four soon.”
"He's... all right?"
She nodded, grinning. "He's fine. Got used to the job fast, but I knew he would. It was kind of a last-resort thing for him, but he likes it now. I'm just glad I could do something."
“You’re allowed to do that? Even though he’s a…”
“Grey Wardens can use any means necessary, we fight things much worse than demons and abominations,” she said, sounding very serious. Neria was briefly surprised. Perhaps she had changed. “And the Chantry can kiss my ass.” Or not.
“Thank you,” she said, feeling an enormous sense of relief. Until then, Neria hadn't even noticed how much worries about him had plagued the back of her mind. “I appreciate you telling me.”
“Happy to,” she said cheerfully. “He sends his love. Says not to study too hard.” Still slightly thrown off by surprise, Neria muttered a response and Maggie cheerfully walked off.
“There you are,” called a male voice.
“Here I am!” Neria heard Maggie respond. “Had to deliver a message.”
“Work work work,” he laughed.
Neria saw her speaking to a tall blonde man, in similar blue robes embroidered with a repeating pattern of griffins. After a moment she recognized him as a mage who spent a good deal of his time away from the tower. When he was in the tower it was in solitary confinement more often than not, since he didn’t bother to ask for leave when he went on all those trips. There had been whispers around the tower when he joined the Wardens, stories of dead templars and the Warden Commander jumping in to grab him before the Chantry could seek justice. I guess they will take just about anyone, Neria thought.
Walking back to her office, she felt very grateful for that.