SAERider

My brain won't be quiet My mind can't be still Together they chatter, so sharp, so shrill. To the idiot box I turn In despair "Shut these two up" I cry with less hair A quiet night, without terror Or creeps A silent night void of thoughts That are deep One good night of sleep Is all that I ask Of chatter and cheep How to bring them to task

“Both.” At their surprised looks she continued, “I have no reason to trust any of you. When both the Right and Left hands of the Divine live while she perishes, it lends a foul feel to the heart.” “What are you insinuating?” growled Cassandra. “That either you are responsible, extraordinarily incompetent, or very very lucky,” snarled Trysraine, matching Cassandra’s attitude. “And I don’t believe in luck.” Turning to gaze at Leliana, “But, as I said earlier, you’re the spymaster. I’m certain you can enlighten the Seeker.” All eyes turned to the spy

The Conclave destroyed, the Divine dead; and amidst the ruins, a single survivor. It was a less than auspicious start to his new career. Cullen sighed; the Spymaster and Seeker had gone to check on the survivor, leaving him to deal with restoring order to the chaos. “Commander!” a soldier slammed through the makeshift command post he had established. “Ser, demons are appearing everywhere Ser! What shall we do?” With a curse Cullen rushed out, grabbing his shield and helm. Outside, the situation was deteriorating with each passing moment. Demons of all kinds poured through the rift, laying waste to his ill-prepared tr

The dawn is so noisy, Think the children of Nyx. They long, for the song of the void. For in the darkest blackest night, Mocking and winking, Their newly birthed brethren. They yearn for the inky darkness, The silence of empty spaces. Forged in the brightest of places, Born to eternal darkness. So great the desire to return there. Wakeful they sit among the rising dead. The dawn is so noisy, Sigh the children of Night.

Cullen had taken her to Ferelden, taken her home to visit his family. Their reception to her had been frosty at best. They sat in awkward silence in the den, sipping tea from the good china. Mother only ever brought out the good china for important guests. He didn’t want Maeve to be an important guest to his family; he wanted her to be family. Gruff, father’s mabari, abruptly got up from in front of the fireplace and made his way over to where Maeve sat quietly on the sofa beside him. Laying his old head on her lap. Maeve promptly forgot about everything else and began cooing at the big animal, rubbing his ears. Gruff snuffed and

Striped tabby without a care, Grooming in the frigid air. Dragging paw above your head, You sit in immaculate flowerbed. Careless to all staring faces, You go about your daily graces. Striped tabby in the noonday sun, Basking without thought to anyone.