Moon Times - VK

"You knew damn well what you were doing messing with 'sensibilities.' If I tossed a cone at your head it would upset your woodsy demeanor just as badly, so there. As for my smell," He smirked, "You certainly did not mind it that one time, or the times... or was that Jerrissa I'm thinking about."

Sinjan smirked, "Oh ho you are jealous! My poor' sweet elven maiden of fiery mood is jealous of the shem and half shem's possible rendevous."

He chuckled as she landed' "It is too bad you don't like my shem smell or I would haave suggested we both go to a pond together. Then again, you certainly are acting strange considering you don't own me."

The fighter winked then waved at her before going around a tree so she would not have a clear shot at him. If there was one thing he learned it was to never trust turning your back on someone. least of all Lithawen.

Lithawen's eyes slanted shut in a deep glare. "I am not jealous of a dirty shem." She growled out. She would not admit that she was jealous of anyone, least of all a woman of another race.

A snort was her immediate response to the pond. "Of course you were." she said sarcastically. "But what makes you so sure I would have accompanied you?"

The mage stood and watched as he retreated, tactfully behind a tree. Her body shook slightly. What an annoyance that man has become. No other man she had simply slept with caused her this much trouble. Then again she had never slept with a half-being before. But she doubted that was truly the reason...

"A dirty shem even?" He peeked around a tree, "Actually, she is very clean and tends to bathe in lovely smelling flower gel she buys from a dealer in Denerim."

Sinjan chuckled as he moved to another tree and peeked back again, "Of course you wouldn't. You are much too important a person to choose to spend any time with a hal-witted half-elf. There would be gossip about your lax morals on who you spend your time with. We would not want to give anyone a reason to gossip or believe you are less than you are."

He was having fun teasing her, knowing that she hated anyone forcing their views on her. He turned back to his path and looked about trying to remember where he saw that pond.

Lithawen snorted. "Of course I do not care what other think of me. It is the fact I would not be able to live with myself knowing that I let a No-Wit idiot like yourself has gotten to me. Therefore I will not listen to a word you say!

She breathed hard, each inhale freezing her the edges of her chest. Closing her eyes so she might try and push her anger towards Sinjan to the side.

[[Bringing in Desire]]

Opening her eyes, the mage could instantly tell something was wrong. She looks around, and heard nothing. Not a sound of the forest. It was almost as if all the animals had ran. The breeze no longer played with the leaves, causing the little chiming song with each gust.

"Sinjan..." Then elf tried to talk, but her voice lacked the volume she had wished it to have. And no matter how hard she tried she could not manage to yell out.

Stepping forward, muscles tense, Lithawen drew her nameless sword and looked around trying to see if Sinjan was still close by. But behind every tree all that could be seen was moss.

Growling she turned when she sensed a presence. A man stood next to the tree she had just dismounted. Tall, rugged, obviously aged.

"Lithawen," His voice was so familiar to the girl, that the shock of seeing him caused her to drop her small sword.

"Papa . . ." It was almost like a fog was covering all Lithawen's senses. She knew her father was dead, he could not be standing here no matter how much she prayed to the creators.

The man stepped towards his daughter. He seemed real enough, and having been caught off guard the mage fell for the trap.



Desire had been traveling the woods for what seemed like a life time to this body. This decaying corpse she inhabited to occupy her time in this world. Or rather so she could stay in this world. The girl was dead though, and her body did not want to support the new being inside. So Desire was on a mission for survival. She hoped if she could get a more talented and trained mage she could sustain the body with her power alone.

There were voices a head of the possessed teenage girl, and she slithered through trees quietly. 100 paces away and she could already feel the power and anger coming from one of the two. A mage. One with a temper. The perfect target.

A lulling feeling came over the body, and the trapped Desire Demon projected it forward towards the two. Casting her illusions, what the two hearts wanted most, in front of their very eyes.

The mage went down easily. She collapsed to the ground, mind and heart already submitting themselves to the demon's. A powerful but unguarded mage. A daughter who wanted nothing other than her father to simply love her.

Desire watched the man for his reaction. Interested to see the very thing his heart desired the most, perhaps something he didn't even know about consciously.

He chuckled as she reacted and was about to walk off when it went quiet after he thought he heard a small voice saying his name. He swirled and went back towards Lithawen but before he got to her he saw a form, an elven woman putting out a hand towards him, gesturing for him to come close.

"Sinjan, my lovely boy come here."

Sinjan stopped, his eyes wide as he looked at the apparition and an apparition she had to be. His mother was dead having left long ago due to fearing that his father would be shamed and lose his status for loving an elf and siring a son with her. His chest heaved as he looked at her, his memory supplying the woman clothes from long ago.

"Mother?" He stared at her and began walking towards the person then stopped. Sinjan fought with himself, putting his hands on his head and shaking it back and forth. Mother was not alive. He had to remember that. This trick had been played on him before in the fade as they had been trapped in their dreams.

That was right. A fool he had been that time as he had been entranced by the dream even as Nygozy tried to release him. He'd felt like an idiot for weeks after and for some reason he and Alistair both sat pouting after that incident as well. Ok, so he knew Alistair must have been just as dense as he had been. The two men were known for falling for what they wanted and being stubborn about losing their dreams.

"You are not my mother. Zevran said you were dead and I believe him." He struggled with himself, shaking from the strain of forcing the want back.

Lithawen stared at her father. He was old, just as she remembered him. Every freckle, wrinkle and crease in perfect place. She could even smell the city that stayed in his clothes even after years after living in the clan.

"We should get back to the clan my dearest. It is late and dinner will be served soon."

Lithawen found herself nodding, and following the man who was her father, and who never utter a sentence like that to her. He was never one for extended conversations, and useless words.

The smells, tastes, and sounds of the forest, the clan, the food, everything was in place. It drove Lithawen further into the dream. Sitting by the fire, Kalera kept the Arcane Warrior company. They giggled and laughed. Something Lithawen hadn't done with the girl since they were little maglings.

Across the warm orange glow, Lithawen saw a red head whom she couldn't place. She knew him certainly. But his name and where she knew him from were hidden from her. She flirted with her eyes as she and Kalera continued to giggle as if they were little girls.

The sound of soft words floated through the air. Lithawen's mother was singing to the children. Singing them the stories of the clan. The myths of gods and the fall of the Dales. Sad, but beautiful from her lips.

This was what she wanted. Peace. She wanted to not be controlled by her anger. She wanted her father to love her. She wanted to be girlier. She wanted her mother to be alive and happy. And she wanted above all else to have someone she could connect with and be as happy with as her mother was with her father.




Desire smiled as both fell into her magic. The body was wavering, but the mage was close to submitting. She need just a few more minutes and then she would be almost in the clear.

But the man was strong. He had an encounter with the magic of the fade before. Desire focused her energy on him, watching him wearily. She had to admit she was not at the top of her game due to her weakened state.

Frowning, Desire took a step back. She had no death wish. And she could continue from this distance. She wondered if she could keep up with the red-head. His desire for his mother was strong, but he had cooped better with this longing than the mage did with her own.

He fought the image and turned away from what seemed to be his mother, walking towards where he remembered Lithawen to be. Sinjan closed his eyes to get there as he was much better at memory that way. Sure he probably would bump into trees, and he did, but somehow he always knew the feel of the land beneath his feet even if his eyes deceived him.

"Lith!" He called, putting his hands out in front of himself to try to touch her, or boot her if his feet found her, "LITHAWEN! WE HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE!"

What about the wolf girl? Kassina was her name? Where was she? He was worried that maybe whatever was affecting him got all of them. No. Lithawen first. Then they could see about the shape shifter as he had no idea where she had gone off to.

"Lith," The Sinjan sitting across the fire smiled to her as he said her name softly. "Lithawen. Let's get out of here." He stood up and offered her his hand. Lithawen stood up taking his hand and the two walked away from the fire.

But there was something off about this. Something strange. Lithawen didn't remember the man being a part of her clan. But she remembered him. How could she remember him if he wasn't from her clan? She had never been away from her clan. Or had she? The situation wasn't adding up.

There was a slight pressure in her side. Her vision was a bit hazy. Wasn't she walking with the red-head? How did she end up on the ground? And what was in her side?

Desire pouted. She wanted the pretty little elven mage. An arcane warrior had to be trained, their power was great. And this one was easily swayed by her emotions. This one, the blond one, was most likely to fall to her.

But the man did not seem like he would let it happen easily. Desire was patient, she could wait until the mage was alone, and off her guard. Then she could jump into that body.

For now she retreated back, and watched as the man bumped into the elf. The woman sat up, though she was still in Desire's dream. Wasting energy wasn't on Desire's to-do list. So she let up the spell. Allowing the two to continue in their own minds.

Lithawen sat up, and opened her eyes. She looked up at Sinjan and frowned. "So you like kicking sleeping girls in the side?" she asked, just as pissed off as she was before she fell victim to the Desire demon's trick.

"So you like kicking sleeping girls in the side?"

Sinjan moved his head to look down but his eyes were still shut. He opened them and growled, "No I like trying to find sleeping girls and get them away from spells that could kill them. Come on. We have to get Kassina and go tell Nygozy about this."

Now he was mad. How dare she snap at him when he'd just risked his own skin to get her out of a pickle. Whatever was going on had to be dealt with and that was all there was to it. He turned and looked about, scowling at the forest as if it was what was making him so upset then started walking off in the direction of where the camp was. Or the direction he thought the camp was.

Now where was that girl? Kassina should be around here somewhere as well. He hoped she wasn't hurt.

Lithawen looked to the ground, trying to shake the odd feelings that were stirred up from the spell. "It was probably just a Desire Demon, projecting their powers through me. ...Maybe."

Standing up made her dizzy, she wobbled a bit on her feet as she stayed the light headed feeling that nearly made her fall to her knees. "What happened. . ." she started, looking to Sinjan. "in your illusion?" she asked.

"Maybe it was 'just a Desire Demon' but I tend to look on the side of caution before all else."

Sinjan looked back and noticed that Lithawen was wobbly so walked over to her to stand by her side as if to only answer her question. He would be there to help but he would not ask if she required any due to her strong sense of being able to do things herself. He looked away from her for a moment as she asked her question, "My mother. I have seen pictures of her and something deep down in me remembers her voice even though she left when I was a baby. That trick has been played on me before though."

Lithawen nodded, she had wondered why she asked him about his dream. She figured it would be something with his mother, seeing as he had issues with that and all. Perhaps she was feeling nostalgic about her own illusion.

The mage could pretty much figure out the reason her father was still alive and the reason she was with her clan, but why was the half-elf there as well? This was a troubling thought to her. She knew that she didn't like him. And there was only one thing she liked to get from him. . . and that's all that she wanted with him.

"I'd be able to feel if the vail was thin around here. And Desire Demons can't just go walking around willy nilly."

With a sigh she took a step away from Sinjan. "Let's get back to the group,"