Flutiebear: Rambling My Way Through Thedas

Work on this Sabrina!DA fic is slow, but steady. I’m still toying with this, but I thought iheartapostates might like to see a taste of what madness she has inspired with her beautiful artwork. So here’s the intro — which is a take off the monologue that opens the original movie.

(*”Sabrae-da” means “the little Sabrae” in elvish, where Sabrae is the [rather fortunate, don’t you think?] name of Merrill’s clan)

Sabrae-da*: The Prologue

Once upon a time in the Hightown district of Kirkwall, some 30 miles from Starkhaven, there lived a small girl on a large estate.

The Amell estate was very large, and had many servants. There were elves to take care of the gardens, and a tree spirit-healer on retainer.

There was an elf to hang the banners in the spring, and scrape the snow off them in the winter.

There were elves to take care of the grounds: the outdoor tennis court and the indoor tennis court; the outdoor swimming pool and the indoor swimming pool—and, oddly, a young dwarf of no particular title who took care of a small pool in the garden for a goldfish named Enchantment.

For all these servants on the estate, there was a Keeper by the name of Marethari, who had been imported from the Sundermount some years ago, together with a new landship. Marethari was a fine Keeper of considerable polish, like the eight Dalish landships in her care, in which she comported her employers about Kirkwall in the true Orlesian fashion.

And Marethari had a daughter by the name of Sabrae-da—but everyone called her Merrill “for short”.

It was the eve of the annual Feastdays, and as had been tradition for the past several years, the Amells were giving a party.

It never rained on the night of an Amell party. The Amells wouldn’t have stood for it.

There were four Amells in all — Mother, Uncle, and two sons – although three of them were of the modern sort, and insisted on going by their deceased father’s name, Hawke. Mother, in particular, would inform solicitors and houseguests alike, “We are a flock of Hawkes.”

Leandra and Malcolm were married in 9:06 Dragon. Among their many wedding presents was a town house in Ferelden, and this estate for weekends. But Malcolm died several years back, and the town house had since been converted into a Grey Warden outpost.

Carver Hawke, the younger son, graduated from Gallows University, where his classmates voted him the Templar most likely to leave his alma mater millions.

His brother, Garrett, followed more closely to Uncle’s example. He went through several of the best Marcher colleges for short periods of time, and through several marriages for even shorter periods of time. He is now a successful six-goal wallop player, and is listed on Carver’s tax return as a deduction.

Life was pleasant among the Amells, and the Hawkes—for this was as close to heaven as one could get in Kirkwall.