Fanfiction
Just a little silliness from a comment or two in the IRC.
Title: Goddesses
Author: vehlr
Rating: T for suggestive ideas
Summary: “They are truly stunning. Our scholars have been working hard at this site, finding out all we can about these goddesses.”
Lanaya sends for him - a point of cultural interest had been discovered, states the letter. He is eager for the break from politics and rides out to the Brecilian Forests immediately. They meet him halfway, and King Alistair rides with Keeper Lanaya for a while, merrily discussing the empire and their recent exploits since the end of the Blight.
Eventually they come across a small clearing, and it is immediately clear what the ‘cultural interest’ is - a statue of four elven maids, all made from marble and shockingly still in one piece. He dismounts, mouth open slightly as he walks up to the statue, admiring the fine details.
“Lanaya, this is.. this is amazing!” She smiles openly, nodding.
“They are truly stunning. Our scholars have been working hard at this site, finding out all we can about these goddesses.” He turns, eyebrows raised.
“Goddesses?”
“From the old religions, yes.” She steps forward, reaching out to gesture at each of the figures. “This is Saaga, goddess of frovility and joy.” The statue is adorned with a smile, her arms held out in a gesture suggesting a dance. “She was revered with offerings of flowers and garlands, and a festival in the springtime.”
“She must have been popular,” he murmurs suddenly. “Everyone loves a party.” She laughs slightly, nodding, before indicating the statue at the back, the tallest of the three standing elves.
“This is Creesiam. She was the goddess of mages. The single tear on her face is a reflection of the strife that magic brings its user.. not something I admit to knowing much about, sadly. Her offerings were usually lyrium.” He stared up into the sorrowful face of the goddess, her arms reaching up to the skies in an ever-silent plea.
“I hope she looked on templars with as much compassion.”
“This is Malacai,” she continues, gesturing to the third of the elves. “Goddess of the passion for thy fellow elfkind.” She blushes slightly. “There were little by way of actual tributes, but the festival in her honour was.. well, let us just say it was raucous.” He frowns slightly, looking between Lanaya and the statue of the demure elf, hands clasped together and a look of utter joy on her face. He opens his mouth to enquire, before realizing just what was meant by ‘passion’ for their kind, and closes it hurriedly. Lanaya coughs lightly, before smiling again and indicating the last of the maidens, slightly in front of the other three and crouched in a defensive position.
“And this is Vehlair, the protector. She is the goddess of the forces of nature, and it is said that whilst her sisters looked after the minds of the elves, she looked after their bodies and protected them from the harshest of winters and most brutal of summer rains.” She smiles fondly. “She inspired many of the original garments that we still wear today, and these were lain in tribute to her.” Alistair kneels beside her, smiling into the determined gaze of the statue.
“Garments? Such as?” Lanaya gave pause here, before laughing nervously.
“Actually.. the main tribute were smallclothes.” He reels back slightly, blushing, before laughing.
“Well, they do protect you from the elements, I suppose.” He stands up, brushing his knees off. “So what will you do with the knowledge?” She shrugs lightly.
“At the moment, it is a part of our culture that is lost. Just having a small piece of that back is wonderful enough. But in time, we will move the statue to the new homeland, and maybe some of the traditions will filter back into our lives. Who knows?” He smiles.
“Everyone loves a good festival, and if each of these goddesses had one.. well, send me an invitation.” He winks, before gazing one last time on the quartet of goddesses, keenly reminded of his own Dalish goddess lost to the archdemon, before heading back to the horses with Lanaya, humbled by this holy place.
Title: Goddesses
Author: vehlr
Rating: T for suggestive ideas
Summary: “They are truly stunning. Our scholars have been working hard at this site, finding out all we can about these goddesses.”
Lanaya sends for him - a point of cultural interest had been discovered, states the letter. He is eager for the break from politics and rides out to the Brecilian Forests immediately. They meet him halfway, and King Alistair rides with Keeper Lanaya for a while, merrily discussing the empire and their recent exploits since the end of the Blight.
Eventually they come across a small clearing, and it is immediately clear what the ‘cultural interest’ is - a statue of four elven maids, all made from marble and shockingly still in one piece. He dismounts, mouth open slightly as he walks up to the statue, admiring the fine details.
“Lanaya, this is.. this is amazing!” She smiles openly, nodding.
“They are truly stunning. Our scholars have been working hard at this site, finding out all we can about these goddesses.” He turns, eyebrows raised.
“Goddesses?”
“From the old religions, yes.” She steps forward, reaching out to gesture at each of the figures. “This is Saaga, goddess of frovility and joy.” The statue is adorned with a smile, her arms held out in a gesture suggesting a dance. “She was revered with offerings of flowers and garlands, and a festival in the springtime.”
“She must have been popular,” he murmurs suddenly. “Everyone loves a party.” She laughs slightly, nodding, before indicating the statue at the back, the tallest of the three standing elves.
“This is Creesiam. She was the goddess of mages. The single tear on her face is a reflection of the strife that magic brings its user.. not something I admit to knowing much about, sadly. Her offerings were usually lyrium.” He stared up into the sorrowful face of the goddess, her arms reaching up to the skies in an ever-silent plea.
“I hope she looked on templars with as much compassion.”
“This is Malacai,” she continues, gesturing to the third of the elves. “Goddess of the passion for thy fellow elfkind.” She blushes slightly. “There were little by way of actual tributes, but the festival in her honour was.. well, let us just say it was raucous.” He frowns slightly, looking between Lanaya and the statue of the demure elf, hands clasped together and a look of utter joy on her face. He opens his mouth to enquire, before realizing just what was meant by ‘passion’ for their kind, and closes it hurriedly. Lanaya coughs lightly, before smiling again and indicating the last of the maidens, slightly in front of the other three and crouched in a defensive position.
“And this is Vehlair, the protector. She is the goddess of the forces of nature, and it is said that whilst her sisters looked after the minds of the elves, she looked after their bodies and protected them from the harshest of winters and most brutal of summer rains.” She smiles fondly. “She inspired many of the original garments that we still wear today, and these were lain in tribute to her.” Alistair kneels beside her, smiling into the determined gaze of the statue.
“Garments? Such as?” Lanaya gave pause here, before laughing nervously.
“Actually.. the main tribute were smallclothes.” He reels back slightly, blushing, before laughing.
“Well, they do protect you from the elements, I suppose.” He stands up, brushing his knees off. “So what will you do with the knowledge?” She shrugs lightly.
“At the moment, it is a part of our culture that is lost. Just having a small piece of that back is wonderful enough. But in time, we will move the statue to the new homeland, and maybe some of the traditions will filter back into our lives. Who knows?” He smiles.
“Everyone loves a good festival, and if each of these goddesses had one.. well, send me an invitation.” He winks, before gazing one last time on the quartet of goddesses, keenly reminded of his own Dalish goddess lost to the archdemon, before heading back to the horses with Lanaya, humbled by this holy place.