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Once we got to the Imperial Highway, I lead, chatting with Leliana as we walked. I told her about Tomas and Theron, reminding myself to be even more careful with their aliases than I already was being. I explained that we were survivors from Ostagar waiting to meet up with three others, including two Grey Wardens - I think the existence of a third Grey Warden should remain a secret for now - and that we had a plan to defeat the Blight.
"So, two Grey Wardens, two warriors, and a mage. And what skills do you bring to the group, may I ask?" I opened my mouth to admit that I really didn't have any skills, just as Theron stepped onto the path from the trees.
"She's the brains. At least, I'm hoping she is, because we keep following her advice." Theron grinned, Leliana laughed, and I blushed. I stammered out introductions, and Theron held his arm out, I think expecting me to take it. I surreptitiously pushed Leliana forward, feeling only slightly guilty for throwing her under the bus, but she gamely took the proffered arm and Theron couldn't refuse without being rude. I tried not to smirk.
We walked into the trees a little ways, and Theron opened his mouth to talk just as I heard laughter, and shouting, the bark of a large dog, and that voice ... that distinctive voice that I knew so well, from my own fantasies as well as the game.
"Theron! You didn't tell me they'd arrived!" I rushed forward, suddenly optimistically eager to see my fantasy brother and my fantasy man, and burst into the clearing where I'd built the fire the night before.
First I saw a brown blur, as a growling canine creature came running at me across the camp. I had one second to see Alistair's face - well, that's unfair, he's even better looking in real life - before I saw bared teeth, heard someone shout, and nearly soiled myself. Mabari are huge! The hound rushed up to me, stopping just short of bowling me over, looked up at me and sniffed in my direction, turned around to face towards the camp it had come from, and sat on my foot. My vocal cords finally caught up with the rest of me, and I squawked in a combination of fear and discomfort as my foot was squished by about a hundred pounds of dog butt. The crazy animal turned his head, licked my hand, and woofed happily, then returned to looking across the camp from his perch.
Everyone stopped to stare. Theron and Tomas, Morrigan and Alistair, Aedan and even Leliana. In the game, it implied Mabari were one-person dogs. They imprinted for life. They didn't like anyone else until they were proven to be looking out for their master, and even then it was conditional upon good behaviour. I had absolutely no idea what to do with the overgrown critter deciding he owned me, when I was sure Aedan belonged to him first.
I gently extracted my foot from his hind end, trying to ignore everyone watching me as I hunkered down beside him. I realised I didn't even know his name. I held my hand out near him but not reaching towards him, palm up, fingers extended. It was all I could think of to be non-threatening. He looked over at me, hung his tongue out of the side of his mouth in a goofy smile, and then rested his snout in my hand. I cautiously scratched under his chin, and he wagged his tail and chuffed. I slowly brought my other hand over to pat his head, and ended up scratching behind one upturned ear. He tilted his head with a pleased whine and closed his eyes.
"Who's a good dog? Yeah. That's right. Good dog. I, um, I don't know your name, fuzzybutt. However, I'm Sierra. Thanks for the vote of confidence."
He opened one eye, only to roll it at me as if to say "Duh."
"Aedan?" I didn't stop watching the mabari, clearly enjoying the attention as I found ticklish spots on his head and down his back. His fur was surprisingly soft, and remarkably clean for the moment. I figured that wouldn't last long but enjoyed it nonetheless.
I heard footsteps approach, and out of the corner of my eye saw a tall, lean, dark-haired man crouch down beside us. "Yes?"
"I'm assuming you belong to this furball. What's his name?"
"Prince."
I laughed.
"What?"
"I used to ... dream I had a mabari too. In my dreams I named mine Prince as well." Prince opened his eyes, huffed at me to say "enough talking", and then thoroughly licked my face, making me sputter and curse. Aedan cracked up, but that only lasted until Prince turned to him and repeated the same action, with the same result, and both of us shouting "Prince, no!"
Aedan stood, and offered me a hand. My legs were a bit numb from crouching for so long, and I needed the assist. I finally looked up from the ridiculously self-satisfied dog to find everyone still staring at me, open-mouthed. As I looked from one face to the next, I saw expressions ranging from suspicion and worry on Alistair's handsome face, to a slightly embarrassed, guilty look on Aedan's, to attempted indifference on Morrigan's. It didn't take much to figure out who they'd been talking about before I interrupted their conversation.
I did notice that Alistair had his hand on Tomas' shoulder, and looked like he would never let go. Tomas bore an embarrassed but pleased half-grin, and I knew he was as happy to see the ex-templar as Alistair was to see him. Alistair and Aedan were both liberally coated in gore, and I remembered the darkspawn ambush when the mabari caught up with the party from the game. I tried to be discreet, looking at them both, but couldn't see any obvious injuries. Morrigan, on the other hand, was clean. And somehow dirty at the same time. Put on some clothes, woman!
I turned to Aedan, who still held my hand, and converted the assist to a firm handshake.
"Hi. I'm Sierra. You're Aedan. It's nice to meet you." I almost told him I was sorry for the loss of his family, but figured he wouldn't want to hear it from a suspicious stranger. "Leliana? This is Aedan. A Grey Warden. Aedan, Leliana is my ... friend." I hope. "I told her she had nothing to fear from you and the Grey Wardens."
I left them exchanging greetings after that thinly veiled plea and approached Alistair. Trying to keep in mind that I wasn't his, not in this world, and that he had every reason to think I was either deranged or evil, I kept a vacuous smile on my face, held out my hand, and introduced myself to him. I made eye contact, and felt a bit overwhelmed. He was way more gorgeous than in the game, but they got the expressiveness of his face dead on. And I was right - he was huge. It was hard to tell exactly when he was in plate armour, but he towered over me, and I hadn't ever thought of myself as short. His eyebrows quirked up, and despite the obvious emotions passing across his face he tried to smile. My mouth dried out, my tongue glued itself to my palate, and I mumbled my way through introductions to Leliana.
Next was Morrigan. I didn't offer her my hand, but tried to give her a friendly smile. "Hello, Morrigan."
"So. What are you supposed to be, then? Demon? Fade spirit? Another apostate, perhaps?" She was baiting me, trying to see how I'd react. I think. I'd know if I was a demon, right? I kept my cool. I remembered in the game always thinking you could never afford to lose your temper or be overly emotional in front of Morrigan. Not without paying a price. I heard Leliana mutter, though the rest of the group seemed unsurprised. Clearly this was what they'd been discussing then.
"Just Sierra, I'm afraid. Quite boring, actually, by comparison to those possibilities!" I heard Alistair snicker, and could picture the look on his face without turning. This is ... surreal. "I'm pleased to meet you. I wish I could have met your mother, but I didn't know how to find your home in the Wilds. Perhaps one day I will."
"I have never heard of a demon with polite manners. I suppose I'll have to cross that one off the list, shall I?" Without waiting for introductions to Leliana, or any sort of response, she turned and strode off into the bush. After an embarrassed silence, I cleared my throat and turned back to the rest of the group.
"And Leliana, you met Theron already," Alistair twitched in surprise when I said the name, pointing at the individual in question, but Tomas gave him a look and he quieted down, "but this is Tomas." He nodded at her. "Leliana was just telling me that Loghain has set a bounty on the head of any Grey Warden brought in, dead or alive. So you guys," I gestured to Alistair and Aedan, "need to be careful with your identities. It's a good thing your likenesses are not well known." I gave Alistair and Aedan a direct look, each in turn, and saw both men catch on to the silent warning I was trying to give. I was right. Alistair's not dumb. Smarter than Cailan, by far.
"So, we brought some food. Anyone hungry?" I gestured to the pack Leliana still carried, and then turned away from the group to quickly work the coin purse out of my cleavage. I handed both back to Tomas, and he tucked them away somewhere faster than I could blink. Does he practice doing that? Everyone grabbed a bite, and we all ate, awkwardly, silently. I tried to avoid feeling self-conscious despite knowing that practically everyone was either staring at me or studiously avoiding me. Prince wandered over, after begging scraps from pretty much everyone, and settled at my feet. Oh good, more staring. I was sort of uncomfortable, and I finally shrugged off my cloak, reached down to grab the hem of my dress, and removed it, just like I had the day before. I heard Alistair sputter until he realised I was fully clothed underneath. It was starting to get dark and chilly. I heard rustling, and Tomas tossed my coat at me after fishing it out of one of the packs. I smiled my thanks and put it on, still aware of the stares. I finally broke the silence.
"So ... who'd like to talk? I think we should talk." I grabbed a couple of pieces of wood to toss on the fire, then settled down to sit cross legged. I heard Theron snort and Alistair gasp, and rolled my eyes as I switched to a more ladylike position. That's going to get old, fast. Everyone slowly took seats, with the exception of Tomas who paced nearby. I made sure not to sit near Theron. I finally called out, clearly but not loudly, "Morrigan? I won't push it, but I'd love it if you would join us for this. Otherwise everyone will assume you haven't heard it."
I heard some rustling in the bushes, and then her voice as she called back "One moment, please." Tomas jumped, and I grinned. Shapechanging for the win. Morrigan emerged from the shadows and gracefully sank onto a rock; nearby, but not part of the circle. Good enough.
"I'm going to explain to everyone here who I am. Theron and Tomas have heard this story, but it's weird enough that I hope not to bore them with the repetition. As strange as it may seem, I actually trust each and every one of you implicitly. But there is a slight problem. I know you all have secrets, things you don't wish to discuss with strangers, or in this group. I know many of those secrets, and I will explain how that is so in a minute. But I don't wish to reveal secrets that aren't mine to tell. With Tomas and Theron, we discovered it was easier, eventually, to have some discussions one on one. So I'm going to describe who I am, but there are going to be times where you think I'm leaving things out, or being deliberately vague. You'll be right. Because I'll be avoiding telling someone's secret. So please bear with me." I looked around at the strange collection of faces around me, getting at least hesitant nods from each one. It's a start. I took a deep breath and began.
I repeated the story I'd told Theron and Tomas. The theatre performance analogy, the window, the sending stone. Watching the events of the Blight unfold through Aedan's eyes. The dizzy spells, the dreams, then waking in the Wilds on the day of the battle. The battle, the fear, and then finding that somehow, Theron and Tomas survived when no one else did. Us leaving Ostagar, walking slowly to allow Alistair, Aedan, and Morrigan to catch up. Me disappearing for two days, out of the middle of camp, with even Tomas, on watch, surprised. Returning just as suddenly in the middle of a fight, and the darkspawn ignoring me. Everyone asked questions, all of them good, most of them I couldn't answer.
And then I repeated the same process with the larger group that I'd gone through with Tomas and Theron. I passed around my boots, my coat, and my map of Thedas. I dragged my safety pins and compass, Swiss army knife and hand flashlight out of Tomas' pack. I flicked the lighter, asked Tomas to show them some of the money I'd given him. At some point Theron stood, wandering around camp, watching the rest of the group watch me.
Morrigan finally stirred, when I was done. She stepped up behind me, and I swivelled to face her.
"May I?" She held out her hand, and I placed mine in it. Suddenly Theron stepped between us, knocking aside her hand.
"I believe her. I saw her just appear out of thin air. She doesn't need to be ... tested, by an apostate."
I raised my hand, lightly touching Theron's arm. "It's okay. I'd like to know. If she can tell me anything about how I'm here, what magic this is, then I welcome it." Nudging Theron out of the way, I held my hand out to Morrigan again. "I said I trust you, and I meant it. And Alistair? Please don't smite anyone unless you've confirmed I'm dead. I don't want any misunderstandings." I heard a grumble, but ignored it, still making eye contact with Morrigan. She took my hand, and I felt that familiar crackly aura like when I'd been near the Emissaries while they were casting spells. I resisted the urge to twitch. I felt more than saw a ball of energy leave her and pass into me, and I could almost feel it running through my body, up and down my extremities, giving me butterflies in my stomach, briefly making my head burn, and then it returned back through me to her hand again. I waited with bated breath.
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