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14 Days of Dragon Age Lovers 2023

Prompt:  Hart

For @14daysdalovers writing prompts :D

Pairing:  Isobel Hawke x Fenris (will add link to AO3 later)

Rating: G

She had never seen a hart before, and the monstrous beast before her had her shaking in her boots.

Isobel was not sure exactly why Merril had insisted they needed a hart for this stretch of their journey, or why Fen looked about as thrilled to see the beast as she, but regardless, the creature was before her, snuffling and thoroughly destroying her carefully maintained hair, and she was over it.

“Look here you,” she poked the creature on the tip of his nose, careful not to hurt but to get attention. “We have places to be, and a weird mirror I don’t understand to transport,” she grabbed the reins that were dragging. “and you are going to get us there.” The beast stared at her with red, doleful eyes and let out a long, low kean that had Hawke’s hackles standing on end.

“Oh don’t give me that.” She had dropped the reins to cover her poor ears.

“Oh Izzou, you just have to treat him with respect and he’ll just adore you!” MErril chirped beside her, hazel eyes positively aglow in the early morning light. 

“She’s right you know, these creatures can smell fear, much like that dog of yours.” Fenris had come up behind her, his bored tone not quite masking the amusement he found in her unease.

She grabbed the reins back up, watching as the hart shook his head in annoyance. “I suppose you’re both right.” She found her footinn in the stirrup and swung herself up. Looking down at her companions, she smiled uneasily as the best pawed the dirt.

“So,” she began, her hands gripping the reins tight, “ Who’s up here with lil ‘ol me? She fluttered her lashes and smiled prettily, her woad crinkling at the corner of her eyes.

“Oh, I could never dream of keeping you two sweetkins apart, “ Merril gently pushed Fenris before her, his eyes going wide for a bit when the hart turned to look at him doubtfully.

“It’s quite alright, maleficar, ladies first.”

“Oh Fen, you’re not scared, are you?” Isobel covered her smile with a hand. The broody elf’s face scrunched up in annoyance, then deftly made his way up behind her.

“Nonsense, Hawke,” he mumbled, a blush tinting his ears.

Merril smiled up at them, her friends' antics always good to raise the spirits.