Office #11, Sunday

[badnewsandwit]

Two days into the weekend, and no one had showed.

Alistair was now hanging about his office because he was getting the very strong idea that was expected of him, but his heart wasn't really in it. Last thing he knew, Duncan had written to let him know he was on his way, but... he'd probably been waylaid by some crisis or another. Saving a dwarf

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[wild_in_beauty]

"Now, what have we here?" The imposing woman standing in the doorway was... imposing. "A lost Warden?" Flemeth's lips curved up. "You must be my daughter's... foil."

[badnewsandwit]

"I'm not sure if I'm anyone's... foil, creepy dragon lady," Alistair said, after a beat. "For one, I don't have a pommel, and two, I'm not long and thin, and three, I'm not made of metal."

Either Alistair didn't read much, or he was messing with her. Or both.

[wild_in_beauty]

Flemeth barked a laugh. "You look like you are not sure of anything, Warden," she said, striding into the office. "But you are teaching alongside my Morrigan."

[badnewsandwit]

"Well, that explains the creepy," Alistair muttered. Louder, he said, "I should have known. You do look alike... you know, generally."

[wild_in_beauty]

"You are right to be afraid of me," Flemeth said conversationally, and strode towards the shield. "As well as about the similarity, not that Morrigan seems inclined to recognise it."

[badnewsandwit]

"Riiiiight," Alistair drawled. "So, er, can I... help you with something?"