Yes, I know, I don't come around any more. I got caught up in reading Harry Potter fanfic.
I have, due to my DBZ history, a Live Journal and in the last couple of weeks have encountered a challenge going around LJ to write a drabble or ficlet about one's default icon.
Because my default icon is this:
originally the portrait I played my BG pc Narri with I ended up writing a ficlet about her and her team.
This is the result.
An after-dinner chat in Amkethran
Sarevok sat back wondering when the conversation had taken such a silly turn. Somehow discussion between Narri, Imoen and Narlia had turned onto creatures the three younger members of the party thought each other would best make.
"But I still think you'd make a wonderful pixie Narri!" Narlia giggled.
"Oh yes," the sarcastic edge was evident in the Bhaalspawn's voice. "Me with butterfly wings and wearing bearly anything! No thanks Narlia!"
"Oh but you'd look good!" The young noblewoman said. "Don't you agree with me Imoen?"
"I hardly think that is apropriate-" Anomen tried to defend his beloved.
"Oh stuff it Ano, this isn't the time for your prudishness!" Narlia cut him off.
"You're not going to get far with Narri about this either Narlia, she's been pretty damn prudish herself, especial since Irenic..." the theif'svoice trailed off drawing Sarevok's attention. As much as the girl tried to hide it the effects of her time in the hands of that madman could be still be seen.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Sarevok found himself sneering at Narlia's complete ignorance of Imoen's distress. He glanced at the more silent members of the party noting the frown on both Jaheira and Keldorn's faces. They hadn't missed it either.
"Scars, Narlia." Narri said flatly. "That leather-faced bastard thought it would be fun to slice and dice me. You think I like sitting around desert taverns in long sleeves?"
"Oh." Narlia was slightly more subdued. "Maybe something with fur then?"
