"Did you hear that?" Leliana asked softly, silently slipping an arrow from her quiver. She did it without pause, without thinking, her bright blue eyes trained on the tree line further down the trail. A soft breeze stirred her red hair, and she tossed it impatiently out of her eyes.
Zevran came to stand beside the bard, penetrating, amber eyes narrowed as he searched the underbrush for movement. He shook his head. "I hear nothing but the wind in the trees," he answered under his breath. "That does not mean something is not there." He turned to look over his shoulder, shooting a silent question at the mage who walked behind them.
Soraya paus
"Where is the Grey Warden?" Zevran asked Morrigan. The mage was sitting on the steps outside a land ship in the Dalish encampment. They had been here almost a month, and rainy season had set in. The camp elder insisted that two of the aravelle's being used for storage be cleared out one for Zevran, another for the three women and made comfortable to accommodate them during their stay.
The dark clouds had parted, temporarily allowing the sun to shine through. Rainbows faded in and out of view, and Dalish children were playing in the puddles, laughing and screaming. Zevran made a wry face, expecting that at any moment they wouldn