Dec 05, 2019 10:11 PM
Zevran rescues a Sarah
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"I do owe you my life. You should do with it what you will. But -- we are quite inseparable." She rolls up her sleeves, her arms are covered in tattoos; runes. She then pulls down her shirt collar, more runes -- some already visible on her neck. "The demon, Destruction, is tied to me. To my body and my spirit. We are more than one."

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As she starts to reveal this, Zevran pulls her between two houses, out of view and earshot of people on the street.

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"I have never seen such things. I haven't even heard of them."

Wildling steps closer, fingers hovering over the runes. "You are an abomination but...not. I don't know how to describe it." She takes a step back, looking admiringly at Devera. "The Chantry wouldn't even try to take you to the Circle if they knew."

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"Could we have this conversation later? As in, privately, with walls between us all and other people?"

He could not hide the flash of fury he felt at seeing just how far Devera's master went. 

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She covers herself up again.

"I can show you all of them, even sketch them out for you for further inspection. In private, like you said."

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Wildling's look becomes almost clinical. "I will need to see them all. We will probably have to break a few to make any contact with Destruction."

Her mind is already whirring with the possibilities.

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Zevran's mind does not go in a scholarly direction, but he hides it well. He is no longer a wild youth, after all.

"Then let us be off to your patron's, Wildling. Lest he sound out a search party."

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"There is a ritual. To contact her in the fade. It's all very dramatic." She shrugs. "Lead away."

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Wildling does.

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Zevran takes Devera's hand again and follows after Wildling. 

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A few streets later (Zevran stopping to buy Devera a snack, just as she requested), and the streets open up into a plaza, a huge fountain in the centre. Wildling takes them past it, taking a final turn, and before them is the The Boulevard of the Seas.

It is a stunning street, paved in blue-green tiles that seems to rise and fall like the tide. In the early afternoon light, the whole street glimmers.

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It's beautiful.

Devera holds tight to Zevrans hand and beholds the beauty with delight.

She could paint this and never even touch upon it's true wonder.

Her finger itch to try.

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"Told you. You had yet to see the real beauties of Antiva."

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She smiles.

"I want to see everything."

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Zevran pulls her close to press a kiss to her temple. He has half a head's worth of height on her, he notes. 

"And you will. I'm not going anywhere for some time. The Crows like their assassins rested."

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He's warm and bright and he smells like no one she's ever met before. (Leather and blood and another clean sort of smell completely unique.)

She smiles up at him, delighted.

"You'll take me on a whirlwind tour?"

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"But of course! You haven't seen the Gilded Plaza, and I happen to know a way two lowly elves, such as us, can break into the Palace. It's called the kitchens, and they adore me there." 

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"I'm an excellent cook. Maybe I can endear myself to them with a taste of 'Vinter."

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"You tell Maria that you cook better than her, and I will have to say goodbye to my special privileges."

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"I'll make her some mel crustulams and she will fall in love with us both and the kitchens will always be open to us."

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"With confidence like that, I cannot even hope to deny that would work," Zevran says. He hasn't stopped smiling this whole time.

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"Oi! Lovebirds!" 

Wildling has excellent timing.

She's leaning out of a doorway, patterned beautifully to match the tiles of the street.

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She laughs.

"The siren calls to us. Should we follow?"

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"I'm concerned by what she'd do if we didn't. Drowning isn't in her usual repertoire, but I would not put it above her."

He takes his hand from Devera's to wrap an arm around her waist instead. "Once more into the breach?" 

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"It's now or never."

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