Just a little short I cooked up out of boredom this morning, thought I'd let Mindless Neria have a little fun with Ali :)

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Neria rolled over and cuddled up to Alistair, she'd finally convinced him to spend the night with herin the tent...And it was damn nice.
She slowly opened her eyes, waking in the middle of the night, she stared up at the star-speckled sky. "Ooh! Ali! Wake up, it's so pretty." She said, quickly shaking the Templar awake beside her.

"What in the...grumblegrumble...do you...grumble." He groaned, sitting up straight and looking at the sky...Something was off,
but he might as well enjoy the moment with the dimwitted Maji...He'd finally felt himself coming around to be with her, maybe Ferelden would see their King take an Elf to be his bride...And queen? Afterall, usually queens didn't have to be all too bright to get by, so it just might work.
Though, taking the Elf to bed had meant he'd lost his relationship with Zevran...But the Antivan Rogue had been wanting to experiment with some very odd ideas and well...Alistair decided it was time for THAT to end. So instead he'd swung over to the female side.
And for a Magi who'd spent her life in a tower...She sure was somethin' in bed, or rather, the tent. Then it finally dawned on Alistair what exactly was wrong...He was looking up at a star-filled sky, laying next to a beautiful Elf he'd spent the night with.

Sky.

Stars.

Uh.

What.

"Neria..." Alistair growled, turning over to face the black-haired Mage.

"Yes, love?" She said, batting her eyelashes...Alistair groaned, wiping his hand a crossed his face...Again.

"Where's the ceiling the tent?" He asked, bemusedly looking at her as she began to ponder...Her face turning into the expression of puzzled.

"I...Uh...Must have misplaced it?" She squeaked, innocently standing up and looking around.

"Young lady! Put some clothes on!" Wynne snapped, seeing the naked Neria stand up from the ceiling-less tent.

"But I have to find the top of my tent! I've misplaced it!" She cried, beginning to run around the campsite looking under inconspicuous places.

Wynne looked over at Alistair, raising an eyebrow then indicating the confused Elf.

"So...She's to be our new Queen?" The old mage asked, sighing as Alisair slowly nodded.

Ferelden would be saved, yes, but the to-be Queen's mind? Probably never.