#Ciara mahairel

[thatdreadbitch]

From the micro stories list: dust motes, for any character/pairing!

@dadrunkwriting

Pairing: None

Characters: Ciara Mahariel, Alistair Therin

Setting: 5 weeks before the battle of Denerim

Word count: 192         Ciara brushed the flecks of dust off of the griffon emblem of the suit of armor before her, the skin around the wound on her shoulder still too tight to move fully. How many times had they visited this warehouse now? Either to hide from guards or stash a body of a thug that thought they would collect a bounty on one of them. Her hand traced carefully along the sleeve of the armor as she held it up in front of her. It looked like it could almost fit her. The blue hood would hide most of her hair and could probably conceal her face. But whether or not she deserved to wear it was a question that she was quite sure she wanted to be answered. 

“Ciara, we don’t have much time.” The sound of Alistair’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts. 

She turned to him before nodding and placing the armor back in the chest and following him. They didn’t have much time at all before she would discover the answer to her question one way or another when the Archdemon decided to make itself known to Thedas.

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