Wolfbane
Why change the past when you can own this day?
"The Enchanter isn't gonna take us for adults no matter what we do. Trust me." Selana said as she walked back over "Although Alice should get dressed. If nothing else, red isn't her color." The girl did have a point. Someone like a first enchanter will always view these girls like they were seven. She supposes all grown adults do, almost like parents. Even hers did when she came of age.
"Child, what are these clothes you are wearing?" a elegant voice crept up from behind the. Kenzi's eye picked up the fragile and smooth lines of tattoos; not just any tattoos, but vallasin. Attached to that was sharp freckled face, with long brown hair and flat ears. An unusual combination on an elf. She took note of the bow, smiling to herself that there was another archer. She was going to make it a point to make this one feel welcomed.
"Why does it matter to you!? Haven't you ever seen...!?" Alice suddenly stopped when she saw the sheer elegance of the Dalish.
"Blessed Andraste I'm so sorry." She said with sadness her voice. "I'm afraid you've found me in quite an embarrassing situation and I snapped at you without just cause. These are my pajamas..."
As Alice continued to talk, Kenzi was staring at a flat eared Dalish elf. She had the markings, but her ears were that of city elves. Most were cast out and into alienages. Harsh punishment that kenzi did not agree with. How can they say they need unity yet they cast out their own kind as easily as she loosens in arrow from her bow. In some way she was enamored with the elf.
"My words exactly. Name's Kenzi. Good to see another girl that will stick a sharp one right up their arse'ole! You obviously just met little bird. Odd taste of clothing, that one. Don't stand there all buggered, have a seat! There's one right by me!"
"Child, what are these clothes you are wearing?" a elegant voice crept up from behind the. Kenzi's eye picked up the fragile and smooth lines of tattoos; not just any tattoos, but vallasin. Attached to that was sharp freckled face, with long brown hair and flat ears. An unusual combination on an elf. She took note of the bow, smiling to herself that there was another archer. She was going to make it a point to make this one feel welcomed.
"Why does it matter to you!? Haven't you ever seen...!?" Alice suddenly stopped when she saw the sheer elegance of the Dalish.
"Blessed Andraste I'm so sorry." She said with sadness her voice. "I'm afraid you've found me in quite an embarrassing situation and I snapped at you without just cause. These are my pajamas..."
As Alice continued to talk, Kenzi was staring at a flat eared Dalish elf. She had the markings, but her ears were that of city elves. Most were cast out and into alienages. Harsh punishment that kenzi did not agree with. How can they say they need unity yet they cast out their own kind as easily as she loosens in arrow from her bow. In some way she was enamored with the elf.
"My words exactly. Name's Kenzi. Good to see another girl that will stick a sharp one right up their arse'ole! You obviously just met little bird. Odd taste of clothing, that one. Don't stand there all buggered, have a seat! There's one right by me!"