Drabble: The New Girl

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Title: The New Girl
Pairing: Cara/Dahlia
Length: 449
Rating: T
Spoilers: not that spoilery. Mord'Sith, established Cara/Dahlia relationship...
Summary: Garen meets her new roommates.

 

The New Girl

Garen dumped her bag on the fifth bed, the one squeezed between the door and the closet, furthest from the window. She didn’t bother putting her meager belongings neatly away, guessing her new roommates would go through everything anyway.

Net that she cared—Mord’Sith learned not to place much value in tangible objects (save their agiels, and Garen was never without hers).

Garen was, of course, thrilled to be here, at a well-known temple within a day’s ride of the People’s Palace, but she couldn’t help wishing junior Mistresses of the Mord’Sith got their own rooms. Who knew what the others would be like?

“Gotcha!” A laughing voice exclaimed, as a warm, compact body cannoned into Garen’s, pushing her back on the bed. A blonde braid tickled her chin as an agiel was pressed to her heart—

When Garen woke, the blonde girl with the wicked laugh was perched above her, head titled to one side. “So you’re the new girl, huh?” she asked Garen casually.

This was Denna.

Garen next made the acquaintance of two more of her roommates, who came in already doing things to one another that might make anyone but a Mord’Sith blush. The golden-blonde one let go of her companion just long enough to shove, one-handed, two beds together under the window, but that pause was long enough to make the red lips of her companion pout adorably. Garen’s eyes widened when the honey-blonde bit that extended bottom lip and—

That was Cara and Dahlia.

Denna rolled her eyes, and pulled Garen to her feet. “They’re always like that,” she explained. “And you can forget about joining in—Cara’s so possessive.”

Bemused, as she always was after being killed and revived, Garen let Denna take her to the baths.

They both stripped, and Denna dove into the deep end, her hair a pale sunlit banner behind her—much prettier, Garen feared, than her own.

“You must be Garen,” said Garen’s last roommate, a brunette like herself. She leaned against the edge of the pool. “Let me wash your back.”

Not unwilling, Garen slid into the water.

“So,” her last roommate asked, would-be casually, “you’ve seen Lord Rahl, haven’t you? Did he give you a new assignment for us?” She was eager.

This was Triana.

“The rebel leader at Deerfork,” Garen reported, and Denna swam closer, and then somehow Cara and Dahlia were in the doorway, still wrapped up in one another, but not about to miss orders from Lord Rahl.

And Garen thought this wouldn’t be so bad, after all. Her Sisters might have their eccentricities, but they would guard her back.

How not? They were all on the same side.