Frosted Leaves

This little scene between Dorian and Frieda was inspired by a picture prompt from the WriYe DreamWidth.  Frieda is my own character, but Dorian is from Dragon Age: Inquisition.


The leaves were frosted with snow from the storm the previous night.  To Frieda, it looked like ice fairies had come to dance over everything.  It was something her mother had told her when she and Liesel were very small.  The frost came from tiny people dancing over the surface of everything in tiny ice skates.

Frieda stared at the leaves with wide eyes for several minutes.  One part of her wondered if the stories might actually be true, even while another part of her knew they were just tales that mothers tell their children.  Then, she heard a muffled sneeze behind her and turned around.  She tilted her head at Dorian.  “Are you not feeling well, Master Dorian?” she asked, frowning.

He shrugged and waved around.  “Nothing more than the weather, my dear,” he assured her.  “It’s nothing that you need be concerned about.”

She stepped across the snow-covered ground to stand by his side.  He was shivering and she remembered the Iron Bull saying that it was typically much warmer where Dorian had come from.  He wasn’t used to the cold.  He was wearing a full robe today, not his one-sleeved robe.  She imagined that helped, but he wasn’t exactly bundled against the cold.

Frieda startled when she realized that he was speaking.  “I’m sorry… What?” she said, tilting her head to the other side and grinning at him.

He returned her smile.  “Your brother was looking for you,” he said.  “He wants you to join him in the… practice room, he said.”

“Right,” Frieda said, nodding.  She waved and hurried inside.  She was fairly certain that Dorian wouldn’t linger outside for long.  He wasn’t dressed for the cold, not really.  It was passed time that someone did something about that.  She giggled to herself and quickened her pace.  She needed to speak with Liesel.


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