"Who left the tents outside?!"
Cassandra's angry and frustrated voice filled the camp.
Neasa looked up curiously at the source of the noise, preparing dinner - she
was the only one who could cook anything edible - while Solas sat by the fire, reading
one of his books, glancing up for a moment before continuing.
She knew the older elf was always paying attention. He was
always frighteningly aware of what was going on around him, even when he
pretended to ignore it. She had become quite familiar with Sola's body
language, his small actions and what they meant. She smiled, then turned to
Cassandra.
"Why, what's wrong with the tents?"
"They are completely soaked! Two are completely
unusable, we will be forced to share the remaining two."
"Eww, I'm definitely not sleeping with the
Egghead!" Sera grimaced dramatically, and Solas didn't even look at her,
just responded with a cold smile.
"At least we agree on something, Sera." The two
elves hated each other, the archer constantly provoking him, Sera poking him
and everyone else just for fun. Most of the time Solas simply ignored her,
refusing to get involved in such childish things. Cassandra's voice muffled
Sera's next comment.
"If I were you, I would keep quiet, you forgot to cover
our tents properly."
"Perhaps. It doesn't change the fact that I won't be
sharing a tent with him." Neasa grinned quietly at Sera's comments, while
the older elf just sighed. Yes, it was an unfortunate pairing, bringing Solas
and Sera on the same mission. She will be smarter next time. She continued
chopping vegetables as she spoke.
"Solas and I will be sharing a tent, and you with Cassandra. I hope that suits everyone, and now I want to finish cooking without any more drama." She grimaced and Sera laughed.
"I can't promise anything." Lavellan was a mage,
and also an elfy elf - Sera's words, not hers - but the two women became good
friends. Sera didn't like magic and elves who were too elfish, and Solas
unfortunately fit that description. "Solas must be happy to finally have a
woman willing to sleep with him. Just sleep, of course."
"Sera!" The tip of Neasa's ear turned red and she
threw a spoon at Sera, useless of course, her companion was an excellent archer
with precise reflexes. "I have no problem sharing our tent. You are too
childish, Sera."
"Ugh." Sera's response was expressive, but Neasa
was now redder than before, barely looking at the elf sitting next to her.
Solas just smirked and put the book down beside him, and while their companions
started to prepare their own tents (they could still hear Cassandra's
scolding), he leaned over to Lavellan's ear.
"I don't mind shearing a tent with you, da'fen."
Neasa felt Solas' smirk and amusement, though she dared not look up, staring
into the fire. Standing up, he left her to arrange the other tent, and the poor
woman didn't even notice when she put salt in the pot, again.
Neasa's face grew hot, and she was sure it wasn't from
the campfire.