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The Brecilian Forest

Three days later, Brianna, Alistair, Morrigan, Zevran, and Rufus were on their way to find the Dalish elves in the Brecilian Forest east of Redcliffe. The weather had turned warmer and spring was in the air as evidenced by the numerous flowers scattered everywhere they looked.
Alistair had recovered from his illness as far as anyone could tell. He still took the tonic that Ballard had prescribed and Morrigan reluctantly brewed it for him each day as a favor to Brianna. “We cannot do this without him, Morrigan, even you know that,” Brianna had told her. The witch had agreed and delivered the tonic to Alistair each night with a warning to drink it first thing in the morning. Whether he did or didn’t, she didn’t care, Brianna had asked and Morrigan would do it for her.
After the morning when she had awakened alone in Alistair’s bed, Brianna had returned to her own room. It was clear that Alistair didn’t need her to care for him any longer, but she couldn’t help but be sad that she had left him. She had slept better during the nights with him than she had at any other time since she had left Highever. Plus, she simply missed him.
Alistair had asked that she return to his bed, promising to behave himself and not press his attentions. Brianna had smiled and admitted that while she had enjoyed their time together, she should return to her own room and bed. He had shaken his head and said, “I won’t give up, you know.”
“I don’t expect you too, Alistair. Perhaps one day I will return,” she replied. He had not been happy but had accepted her decision.
Four days out, Zevran spotted a trail that led into the woods. “Halla tracks,” he told them. “The Dalish have passed this way and not long ago.”
“What do you say, boss? Ready to meet the Dalish?” asked Alistair with more than his usual cheeriness.
“Find them Zevran,” Brianna said and followed him into the forest.
After a week searching for the Dalish they were no closer to finding them than they had been when they first left Redcliffe. “Is there any way to find them in all this, Zevran?” asked Brianna as she stopped to take a drink. The heat of the early spring had reached the forest and while it made travel easy it did nothing to relieve their discomfort. The thickness of the trees blocked out the sun but also the breeze, making the air heavy, hot and humid.
“They are here; we will find them when they wish to be found. I know they are watching us and when they see we are not a threat, they will show themselves.” Zevran wiped his brow and took the water skin from Brianna, drinking deeply.
Alistair had found a large log and sat down, sweat dripping from his face, his discomfort in his heavy armor more than apparent. His linen undershirt was soaking wet and so was his hair. “What about a water source? I could really use a swim. I don’t think I could take much more of this.”
Morrigan laughed as she noticed his discomfort. She had not been outwardly troubled with the heat since they had entered the forest, feeling quite at home there. “There should be water in that ravine over there if you are so inclined. But the fall is quite long. Don’t let me stop you.”
“Funny. I’m laughing inside at your rapier wit.” Alistair’s comment was followed by an extremely rude gesture involving the prominent use of his middle finger. He had learned early on in their relationship that while Morrigan could speak the common tongue, she was unaware of many of its idioms and gestures. As soon as he had realized that, Alistair made good use of the knowledge, besting her in many arguments without her even knowing she’d been bested.
Morrigan simply shrugged and turned away, eliciting a laugh from both Alistair and Zevran. Feeling it was time to help, Brianna whispered to the witch, “We really need to talk sometime about communication.”
Morrigan turned to look at Alistair and then back to Brianna, “Perhaps that would be a good idea. Maybe without their knowledge?” Her eyes took on a mischievous look and Brianna smiled.
“Of course. You think I would want them to know?” Both women laughed and started down the hill together in search of a water source.
“It’s really unnerving the way those two get along,” Alistair pointed out.
“I am beginning to wonder about that myself. Perhaps they are….No that couldn’t be, but it is a delightful thought,” answered the assassin.
“What thought?”
“Morrigan and our dear commander, my friend. It would be something to behold, I’m sure, the two of them together. It’s not like our sweet Brianna hasn’t before, you know.”
Alistair’s head snapped to attention, “You mean to tell me that Brianna has…no way!”
“Ah, but she has my friend. You do know of her training, do you not? She has been trained to please both men and women. It seems she has had the occasion to ‘practice’ those skills.”
“But Brianna and Morrigan?”
“I will admit that I do not believe in the prospect myself. I have it on good authority that our dear witch much prefers men. However, Leliana does not, so perhaps that is the vision you are questing for.”
“Brianna…and Leliana? Maker! That would be a site to behold!” Alistair rose from his seat and started down the hill, following the women.
“Where are you going?” asked Zevran as he quickly caught up.
“To watch. You think I’m going to pass this chance up? Even if they don’t do anything, there’s always fantasy and self-abuse.”
Zevran laughed all the way down the hill. “There is that, my friend. There is that.”