Suzanna Richardson (
girls_just_wanna) wrote in
radon_absinthe2015-02-06 03:29 pm
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mistakes were made
The night of the eighth of Kingsway in Zann's eighteenth year, she sneaks out of her room and knocks on the door of Metella's quarters. And knocks again. And keeps knocking until the door is opened.

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"Greagoir thinks I'm a blood mage and they're going to kill me or Tranquilize me and I'd rather the former than the latter so if you can't do anything about it I'd like you to break my neck before they can make their decision," she babbles without preamble.
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"They may have seen me practicing magic... near some blood. Possibly using some blood. Blood magic. Using blood magic. Mistakes were made. Metella, please help me, I have made fucking terrible decisions."
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Metella sighs.
"All right. How would you like to join the Grey Wardens?"
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"What the fuck! Why wasn't I informed of this? I've literally wanted to be a Warden since I was four fucking years old! What the fuck!"
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"Metella, will you hold it against me if I sacrifice my opportunity to join the wardens to instead boil the blood in Greagoir's veins while he sleeps?"
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Zann elects to redeem the hug immediately.
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"Well, uh, if you've been working all day I should probably let you get to sleep. And I should probably sleep too, if we're going to be accosting a Warden. Standard sleepover arrangement?" she asks, as she sets up the standard sleepover arrangement. (The arrangement consists of taking one pillow and one blanket from Metella's bed and using the former as a hugging apparatus and the latter as a sleeping bag and makeshift pillow. Zann has odd sleep habits.)
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She wakes Zann up just before dawn.
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"Hi! Is it time?"
(The other part of Zann's sleeping abilities is a complete immunity to morning fuzziness. She is well aware that many others would kill for this.)
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And she leads Zann to the Grey Warden's guest room, and deactivates the glyph on the door, and knocks politely.
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