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The Avaar warrior stood around the battlements of Skyhold, a few lowlanders attempting to talk to her. For what reason she was not really sure. Initially she believed it was her sheer size. That was usually what these odd peoples were dazzled by. Most men gawked and whispered harsh words under their breath about being a giant. If I had not been for her companion she would have never guessed they were insulting her. In her eyes, her build and height were things to be praised. Back with her people they sung of her prowess with a weapon. The way in she swung her axe brought awe and excitement into most of the children's and even some of the adults.
"So tell us Freida," she blinked down at a grinning dwarf, "What's your secret on the battlefield? How do you mow down foes so quickly?"
Puzzled by the question, the warrior glanced around, her light eyes landing on the small form of her elven companion not too far from her side. Barely moving from her spt she scooped up the smaller female and held her off the ground in front of herself.
"Hey!Woah! What are you doing? Put me down this instant!"
The dwarf and his companions burst into laughter at the odd display. The elf, heald carefully in Freida's strong grip managed to turn and smack the warrior in the head.
"We've talked about this Frey! Put me down!"
The Avaar looked genuinely apologetic as she set the small female down, "I'm sorry Lari... I really like showing you off..."
The elf sighed when Freida put on that kicked puppy look. Reaching up, she cradled the warrior's cheeks in her slightly calloused fingers and pulled her down for a soft kiss. They were both grinning as they pulled away.
"Next time ask. Even a warning would be nice. Don't go sweeping me off my feet at every opportunity."
Frieda pressed their foreheads together, her smiled growing soft, "I make no promises, but I will try to restrain myself from now on."
"Good. Now come along you big oaf, the commander has a mission just for us."