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Rolan’s reading was again interrupted by Brid flinging herself onto the couch next to him and shoving her hands between his face and his book. There on her palms sat a perfectly smooth rock, and a new-looking piece of linen. Rolan picked up the linen, and gave an impressed hum when he could find no flaws.
“I beg your pardon? ” Brid said, indignant at Rolan’s coolness. “Congratulate me, tell me how clever I am! Give me something! ”
Rolan looked over at her, and as his brain flicked through different things he could say—to annoy her, or frustrate her, or make her laugh—he noticed how close they were, and an idle thought occurred to him. If Brid were looking to be given something, how easy it would be, no effort at all, really, to close the distance between them and give her a kiss.
After an innocent spellbook theft in the Grove, Rolan and Brid forge a friendship along the road to Baldur's Gate--despite their best efforts to keep each other at arm's length. As they grow close, Rolan digs into the past she tries to forget, and discovers the primal power she once abandoned.
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Alternating-ish POVs, going from early Act I to post-canon.
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- Part 1 of The Water Our Bed