"Here, do you know what this is?" Alistair asked, a faint tremor in his voice.
"Hm?" Pilar looked up from cleaning darkspawn blood off her armor to see her friend crouching next to her, holding a small flowering plant. "Oh yeah!" she grinned. "Leske and me, we stole a bunch of these off a surface merchant once." She shook her head and grimaced at the memory. "They don't make good eating, though. Real tough and bitter even after we boiled them for hours!"
Alistair furrowed his brow. "No, it's not for eating. It's a rose."
"If you can't eat it, what's it for then?" she asked as she turned back to her chores.
"What's it for?" he repeated, baffled. "It's just to... look pretty. And it's for you."
She stared up at him. "For me? Really?" She quickly ran through every option she could think of to come up with a reason to possess such a thing. "Why?"
He blushed a deep red and became even more flustered. "Because it's nice to have beautiful things. And it's for you because it reminded me of you. And... I have to go," and he ran off, stumbling over a tree root.
She sat for a moment, stunned, staring at the flower. Its petals were a deep velvet red, soft and silky. Its smell rich and sweet. The thorns had all been painstakingly trimmed. She stood and wandered over to Morrigan's tent.
"Hey, Morrigan?" she asked as she sat next to her at the fire. "Do you still have that mirror I gave you?"
"Of course," Morrigan reached into her pack to retrieve the shiny thing, and handed it to her.
They sat in companionable silence as Pilar alternated between studying her face in the mirror and studying the flower. "Reminded him of me," she murmured to herself, still not quite believing it.
Here's a snippet I've been working on for Valentine's Day
"Hm?" Pilar looked up from cleaning darkspawn blood off her armor to see her friend crouching next to her, holding a small flowering plant. "Oh yeah!" she grinned. "Leske and me, we stole a bunch of these off a surface merchant once." She shook her head and grimaced at the memory. "They don't make good eating, though. Real tough and bitter even after we boiled them for hours!"
Alistair furrowed his brow. "No, it's not for eating. It's a rose."
"If you can't eat it, what's it for then?" she asked as she turned back to her chores.
"What's it for?" he repeated, baffled. "It's just to... look pretty. And it's for you."
She stared up at him. "For me? Really?" She quickly ran through every option she could think of to come up with a reason to possess such a thing. "Why?"
He blushed a deep red and became even more flustered. "Because it's nice to have beautiful things. And it's for you because it reminded me of you. And... I have to go," and he ran off, stumbling over a tree root.
She sat for a moment, stunned, staring at the flower. Its petals were a deep velvet red, soft and silky. Its smell rich and sweet. The thorns had all been painstakingly trimmed. She stood and wandered over to Morrigan's tent.
"Hey, Morrigan?" she asked as she sat next to her at the fire. "Do you still have that mirror I gave you?"
"Of course," Morrigan reached into her pack to retrieve the shiny thing, and handed it to her.
They sat in companionable silence as Pilar alternated between studying her face in the mirror and studying the flower. "Reminded him of me," she murmured to herself, still not quite believing it.