Now I write Dragon Age fic, apparently. For @littlestartopaz, who requested this prompt:
“You know the difference between subjective and objective, right? ‘Some rabbits’ is the former, ‘three rabbits’ is the latter, and much more accurate. So I’m going to need you to be very clear when you say there are ‘a few’ dragons outside.”
Dorian Pavus, formerly of House Pavus in Tevinter and lately of Skyhold, Altus and ex-heir of the Magisterium, had borne witness a number of strange things in his life, the vast majority of which had come to pass in the last six months. These strange things have included, among others, an archdemon, a Qunari with a jovial temper, a Seeker and a Templar working side-by-side with mages, a truly preposterous number of demons all-too-solid for his liking, and whatever the blessed hell that sword-horned terror in the stables was called. And, of course, there was Rhosyn Lavellan, Dalish elf, Inquisitor, Herald of Andraste, and presumptive savior of the world, whom he had personally seen get into fights with no less than seventeen great bears.
Seeing that sort of person walk out of a ravine and immediately turn on her heel, looking distinctly pale under the black ink of her lacework vallasin, was notably strange, even among such a prodigious collection of oddities.
