This came to me a lot of time ago, in one play through of origins in which Zevran got caught is practically every single bear trap ever. Rowan carries him back to camp.
you probably can’t tell but since i hate origins armor so much, i used one of Kassandra’s sets (the pirate one…) for zev.
Talvinder wakes with a start, and almost as soon as her eyes open, she rolls to the edge of the small pallet she’s lying on and retches into a conveniently placed bucket. Little comes out, just bile and a small string of saliva, really, but her body shakes, the taste of acid coating her throat and tongue as her long, heavy braid falls over her shoulder. When the wave of nausea passes, she lies back, looks around, tries to figure out where exactly she is. Savreen lies next to her on the pallet, curled on her side and covered in furs and woven blankets. Her hair is braided too, thick curls combed and washed carefully, and she is clean, dressed in homespun cloth. They are inside a small house, laid out on the floor in front of a hearth, where the fire coaxes a slowly bubbling and boiling pot of stew along, and warms the sleeping lumps that are Abarie and Sher. The smell, of meat and salt and wild herbs and potatoes, makes Tali realize just how hungry she is, and she wonders when was the last time she ate?
And then she remembers. The Joining. The party. Alistair. And the meeting, and then the tower, and the battle, and the ogre, and her leg, and where is Alistair? Her heart drops into her stomach, and the hunger vanishes, replaced by a new kind of nausea. She sits, perhaps too abruptly, given the way her head spins, and then tries to stand, though she soon decides better of it. As she shoves away the blankets covering her own body, she looks to her legs. Where before her left leg had been broken, bone poking out of skin, it is instead scarred, but whole. There’s a line there of lighter, pinker, swollen skin that knots together, slightly raised and devoid of hair. It runs a few inches across and down the side of her lower leg, with a smaller, star-shaped mark just above it, courtesy of the arrow that had lodged in her calf. Remembering more, she tugs the neck of her shirt away from her chest, cranes her neck to look at her underarm, and again, among the dark hair there, is the scarred mark of another vanished arrow.
presenting the ferelden royal family, circa 9:38 dragon.
so i commissioned @frecklef0x for this absolutely gorgeouspainting of my aedan cousland (yes, the default name. i’ve had him since 2011, cut me some slack), anora, their daughter eloise, and aedan’s son kieran. i know realistically cousland’s mage bastard wouldn’t be in a portrait, but… it’s my comm and i wanted him there. some scandal will be good for the nobles, it’s fine!
thank you again to kara, who is so talented, was lovely to work with, and finished this so quickly it’s kind of terrifying.
Been playing with the designs for my warden girls during inquisition Tabris is hangin with Morrigan, helping watch over Kieran while Morrigan is off doing her court stuff with the Empress Mahariel and Cousland are both working to find the cure to save the wardens which Tabris eventually joins in
