A/N: I started doing those 10 minute challenges, drabbles, and vignettes, took them down, but decided to reload them since I am now doing more - ranging from DA:O-DA2. Reviews are awesome! And muchly appreciated!
Serendipity Mahariel huffed as she walked into her tent and sat, with her legs criss cross and her hands on her ankles. Another of her trinkets had gone missing. Trinkets she had picked up in their travels to give to her fellow warden, one that had been there for her since the very beginning; it was too soon, with too much going on, to tell the shemlen that she was certain she was falling in love with him. It was because of that she had been picking out small things that had enraptured her, so that she could give them to him in hopes that he would realize that she'd been thinking of him.
Yet, every time, without fail, she would place the trinket in some inconspicuous place in her tent, go to sleep, and wake up to find it gone again.
With a sigh she fingered the small flower in her hand, brushing her battle hardened hands over the exquisitely soft petals. Alistair had told her it was a rose; though she had traveled with her clan, she had never stumbled upon such a flower. It was the most beautiful thing she'd seen and, as embarrassed as she would be to admit it, Alistair was the most handsome shemlen she'd ever seen; not that she had seen many in her sheltered life.
She placed the flower down beside her humble pillow and lay down beneath her meager blanket, slipping off her boots and kicking them out. With another soft sigh, she let her lashes flutter shut and fell into a deep sleep.
It was a slight shuffle of noise that awoke her, eyes cracking open to see her Mabari hound – Knight, the one who'd escaped the massacre at Ostagaar, only to find her and imprint on her – gathering the rose into his mouth. He turned and moved from the tent, Mahariel leaning up and crawling toward the flap to see what it was that her hound was doing.
Alistair was sitting beside the fire, alone, his face somber. Her heart fluttered nervously and she couldn't help but admire his handsomeness as the light of the fire flickered over his features. Knight trotted up to Alistair and placed the rose on his bent knee.
"What is this, boy?" Alistair asked, holding the rose and admiring it. The hound whined and turned his head toward her tent, causing Mahariel to duck back in when the object of her affection turned to look. She never saw the smile that graced Alistair's lips, or the way he held the rose to his chest affectionately.
"It makes me happier than you know, boy, to know she's thinking of me." Or those soft words he murmured as he scratched the hound's head in appreciation.