Chapter Text
Prompt: Ostagar
Date: May 3, 2011
Of course, she was still better than him.
He didn’t know why he’d thought things would be any different in the army. She’d signed up first, he’d joined at the last minute, tagging along at her heels again. But he’d hoped that maybe he could find a place here. Make a name for himself. Something besides Little Hawke or Little Brother.
Maybe if they hadn’t been stuck in the same unit someone would have noticed him. But no, they were both in the Third with Captain Varel, and the good captain was in awe of his sister. Everyone was. Lieutenant in the militia, now a lieutenant in the King’s army, leading raiding parties out against the darkspawn while he sat in camp and bashed practice dummies to pieces.
He growled under his breath and threw another twig onto the fire. He’d never get out from her shadow.
“Hey, little brother!”
Speak of a demon and one shall appear. He glanced up as she dropped down beside him in a clatter of armor. “Hey.”
She elbowed him in the side, grinning. “Guess who gets to join in the raiding party tomorrow?”
He did a double-take. “Varel said it was okay?”
“Took a lot of persuasion—apparently he has this thing about sending siblings out together, doesn’t like risking that much death in one family—but he agreed.” She gestured at the sword beside him. “Better sharpen her up. Darkspawn ain’t exactly squishy.” She got to her feet and clapped him on the shoulder. “And I heard that the troops from Highever should be here in a week or so. Then the real fun starts.”
He grinned back at her. “Can’t wait.”
She trotted off towards the kennel master. He pulled a whetstone out of his pocket and set to work on his sword. She’d want to go back to Lothering when this was done, but maybe… maybe he’d stay. Captain Carver Hawke. He grinned. Had a nice ring to it.