#Fivren Lairdir

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2, 12 and 22 from fifty more rook qs?

Thank you so much for sending me an ask! 💖 As of right now, Fivren is my canon Rook so I’ll answer for her.

2. A scene from Rook’s year with Varric and Lace

“Pay up old man” Fivren demanded jokingly, a large grin on her face and her hand outstretched, beckoning the coin from the table.

“All right, all right,” Varric replied, counting out the gold before handing it to her. “You win this round. How did you get so good at Wicked Grace anyway? I thought the Lords of Fortune were more prone to taking rather than gambling.”

“The Lords are prone to any means necessary to get their treasures.” Fivren responded, dropping the coin into the embroidered pouch that hung from her belt. She ran over the threads that covered the leather of the small bag. Brilliant blues and greens made the leaves and petals of a crystal grace flower, her finger stopping on the bright magenta that created its filament. It had been him who had taught her the game. Her eyes lost focus, the blue thread reminder her of the color of his eyes before…

“Good news, we got word from Inquisitor Trevelyan.” Harding stated as she took a seat. “She says there’s reports of suspicious activity happening near Raven’s Brook. It’s not far from here. We should see if it’s connected to Solas.”

“Rabbit would be rolling her eyes at you for calling her Inquisitor Trevelyan like that,” Varric chuckled. “But you’re right. It’s worth checking out.”

“What about Neve?” Harding asked.

“I’ll go with you,” Fivren offered, slamming down what was left in her mug. “You might need backup. And Varric can…”

“I’ll head to Minrathous. Just don’t get yourselves killed all right?” He said with a smirk, his eyes giving away the concern he felt. He held up the deck of cards, “One more round before we call it night?”

12. An argument between Rook and the LI(s)

Fivren pinched the bridge of her nose as she sighed in frustration. Taash could be so indifferent about things sometimes, even things that felt important to her. “You can’t just say that!”

“Why not?” They countered, arms crossing their chest as they shifted on their feet. “What’s the big deal?”

“The big deal is that it isn’t a big deal but you’re making it into a big deal!”

“How exactly?” The qunari replied as their brows furrowed further.

“Because!” Fivren shouted, her arms throwing up in the arm in frustration. “All I said was that I like to sneak truffles to Assan and instead of seeing that I enjoy doing it and that Assan enjoys it and it helps us bond you have to give me a lecture about how feeding him too many truffles is a bad idea.”

“Well… it is,” Taash shrugged, their indifference seeming to grow.

“It’s not like I’m giving him a ridiculous amount of them. I’m talking like one, maybe two mushrooms every once in awhile.”

“I mean, I guess that’s not so bad. Just don’t spoil him because then he’ll expect it and if he doesn’t get enough he could act out and misbehave.”

Fivren sighed again, dropping into the sofa and allowing her head to fall into her hands as her elbows rested on her knees. She took a few deep breaths before Taash sat next to her, placing their hand on her back.

“Hey I’m sorry all right? I didn’t mean to make it like… a thing.”

“I was just telling you about my day and trying to be playful with you,” the dwarf replied in a soft yet stern voice.

“Oh, right,” they said letting their hand drop back to their lap. “Sorry.”

“It’s a good thing you’re adorable,” Fivren smirked, pushing into them with her shoulder.

Taash rolled her eyes, “Don’t get all mushy on me now.”

Fivren smiled, “I won’t.”

22. In Rook’s opinion, what’s the best meal Bellara prepared? And Lucanis?

Fivren really enjoys Lucanis’ seafood paella, especially if he uses shrimp but won’t hesitate to eat more than her fair share no matter how he prepares it. For Bellara, Fivren really enjoys her forest fruit cobbler. It often changes depending on the fruits that Bellara manages to find during her travels but she always grabs seconds.