To track a legend...

Varric stuck his tongue out a Kat. "I don't know, I think I am going to grow another one. I guess you can say it grew on me." Varric laughed at his own pathetic attempt at a joke. "Well now that you men-" Varric didn't even finish his sentence before snatching the sandwich from the plate and stuffing his face. The sandwich was gone in a matter of seconds and crumbs were littered around his mouth. "Got anymore?" wondered Varric out loud. He sat down on the bed and his eyes widen. "Holy crap this is comfy." Varric laid down on his back, to enjoy the comfort of the bed but then he hit the remote and the TV blared into life. Varric flew off the bed, grabbed Kat by the arm and pulled to the floor on the far side of the bed, using the bed as cover. The plate Kat had been holding was now shattered on the ground. Varric peer up over the bed and scanned the room. There was a thin black box on the far side of the room and there where people in it, talking. The movie continued to play and Varric looked at Kat. "Kat, they have a magic prison here, what should we do? The people don't even seem to notice they are trapped. I don't want to get trapped again. What should we do?"

Katrina smiled at Varric’s joke, “Yeah and if you do I have no intention of kissing you ever again. Facial hair tickles.” The tiny woman crinkled her nose. Compared to Varric she was tiny, five feet and three inches tall were as he was five foot ten.

The offer of a sandwich was snapped up almost instantaneously and it seemed like it had been swallowed whole. The Demon blade nodded, it was so strange to see her friend dressed in modern clothing. She was about to answer the sandwich question when Varric shot at her, grabbing her around the wrist. Then, pulling her down to the floor and securing her around her waist… this was in no way romantic.

“Varric,” Katrina stated slightly amused, twisting her head around to look at him. She managed to squirm around, propping herself up on one arm and hooking the other around Varric’s neck so she wouldn’t fall over. “That’s called a television. T.V. Remember how we used to go see those plays when we were younger? Well that’s basically that… except recorded and on T.V. Not a prison. You are being quite jumpy. Hey, look at me.”

She finally managed to make eye contact with him. “It’s okay, nothing is coming to get you. Besides, I won’t let them take you away. You can let me go now.” Katrina suggested, arching a white eyebrow.

"Oh..." said Varric. The strange box wasn't a prison, just some weird play machine. His face was red from embarrassment and he let go of Kat, getting up. "Y-Yeah, I know, it's just... being in there for so long..." Varric wasn't able to finish his thought and walked to the door. "I-I think I am going to go on a walk for a bit. I think I need some air. There is still a lot to let sink in." Varric walked through the door before Kat could reply. Varric walked around to the other side of the in. He saw a sign that said nature trail. Couples and Family where walking in and out of the path so Varric turned down the path. After a while of walking there was a huge tree. There was a plaque in from of the tree saying that it was believed to be over 2000 years old. This cracked a smile on Varric's face as he jumped over the rope in front of the tree. It's not like there where many people around. He climbed the tree and sat near the top. He let out a sigh. "Looks like we are both relics, huh?" said Varric to the tree.

Katrina looked at Varric as he exited the inn, sighing slightly. Somehow, she felt like it was her fault even though it wasn’t. The Demon blade could only imagine what he was going through. After leaving him alone for about five minutes she decided to follow, pulling on a jacket and grabbing an extra sweatshirt as she went.
Tracking his footsteps wasn’t hard. After all he was the one who had taught her anyway.

“Relics aren’t a bad thing,” Katrina stated, swinging herself up into the tree and climbing up with ease. “They help understand and have a strange aura about the that attracts people.”
She offered the dark blue sweatshirt, offering a small smile.
“Trust me things get better. You have yet to discover all the unhealthy food available and buffets.” Katrina crossed her legs and looked out at the forest, sighed, and then leaned her forehead against the bark of the tree trunk.

Varric jump a bit when Kat suddenly appeared next to him. He must of zoned out or something. He smiled as he took the sweatshirt. He put it on. It was a bit warmer, and it was nicer then having nothing. A smirk appeared on this face.

"Yeah... Relics are nice, I mean look at you. You're over 2000 years old and don't look a day over 30." said Varric, attempting to keep a straight face. Varric put his arm around Kat. Her skin still felt like normal but there was no heat coming from her body so it was cold to the touch. Varric wondered if she could even feel the cold or she was just so used to it she stopped caring. "Hey... as long as I didn't get moved around wouldn't that mean your old home would be in that direction." said Varric pointing to the north.

The Demon Blade snorted, rolling her eyes, “Excuse me Mr. I am exactly two thousand years old and I look twenty! You on the other hand, if we still lived when we did, would be considered an old maid! We would both be considered old maids…” She grinned as Varric’s arm slipped around her and pulled her close to him. Katrina rested her head on his shoulder.

The smell of the leaves made her happy; it reminded her of home and fall time. The air was crisp and cool and Varric jolted her out of her reverie. “Yeah… I suppose it would be. Nothing is there anymore though. They bulldozed it to put in some newer more modern buildings. That was the last of our age.”

She smiled sadly and looked down at her hands, small and white as well as cold. It was weird to think that she had lasted two thousand years. Survived many major battles and spilled many people’s blood.

"I'm pretty sure I would be considered a maid, that would be weird." Varric let out a laugh. He rested his head on top of Kat's head, if she was going to use his shoulder, why not.

"Hmmm... that's a shame." said Varric, slightly disappointed. "Hey... since we are here I got to wonder. What can we do to make it by. I mean we only have each other and we are used to relying on each other. I'm pretty sure there has to be someone that can use our talents..."

Katrina smiled slightly at Varric leaning over to rest his chin on the top of her head. The warmth from his body was making her skin warm and soft like it had been when she was human. She lifted her head slightly and touched her fingers to her cheek… strange...  it felt strange to feel human again underneath her fingertips.

“Well… we could do our usual? Sabotage, blackmail, thievery, or looking adorable; I prefer looking adorable. But that is just me.”

Katrina crossed her legs and looked up at the sky, a grey blue color. Rather pretty. “We could start with an antique shop just for fun.”

She smiled brightly, flashing white teeth. “Or fencing classes or horseback riding classes.”

"Our usual was you looking adorable while I did all the sabotage, blackmail, thievery and every other bit of hard work." said Varric, a small twinge of sarcasm in his voice. Kat shot some ideas at him although he frowned at the horseback riding lessons. But something she said did stick in his mind. An antique store, something about it stuck with him.

"Hmm... antique store..." said Varric. "We could always use a front, unless what we used to do is now legal. And something about it feels right. The TV, it mentioned some place called America, maybe we can set up shop there."

Katrina snorted with suppressed laughter, “I don’t know about that Varric, a few fair women made goo-goo eyes at you at more than one occasion. Then I had to do the dirty work. Sit back and look pretty my backside.” The Demon Blade grinned crookedly, leaning back slightly in the tree branch, tendons stood out on her arms before she slid back into place.

“I bet we could do antiques… as well as nic-nacks. You still do those dinky little carvings?” Katrina teased, looking up at him and wiggling her eyebrows.”I bet we could rig something up. But in America? Really? They are quite uncultured. Not to mention you’ll be hassled by women cause of your accent.” Katrina was teasing him again before she climbed down a few branches and down to the ground. “Come on drama queen.”

"Well you do have a very pretty backside." said Varric, twisting Kat's words around. Although he looked offended when Kat brought up his carvings.

"They aren't dinky!" said Varric. "And I've been out of practice but I am sure I can make them again. They probably have easier ways of making them now anyway. And really nic-nacks?" He followed Kat down the tree. He stuck his tongue out at her for calling him a drama queen but he wondered how bad being America was.

"If you remember we are uncultured, you were a farmers daughter and I am a thief, not much culture there. It can't be that bad and if anyone hassles me they will mysteriously find there wallet missing."

“Now I know why my parents didn’t like you, making constant and inappropriate innuendos.” Katrina stated, fluttering her eyelashes jokingly and tilting her head up as he drew level with her. “Personally I don’t like America, to loud and noisy. But then again… you were always happiest amongst noise. Unless you were trying to sleep.” Katrina grinned naughtily. “Couldn’t stand me singing when you were trying to sleep could you?”

She shoved her hands in her jean pockets before rolling her eyes, “Of course you would pick pocket them… after you flirted a good long while and possibly kissed them. Oh, if you wanna talk about uncultured then go on ahead. Thief who turns invisible to sneak around my house, steals kisses from defenseless Katrinas, and then oh be so bold enough to suggest marriage to the farmer’s only daughter. Just as a joke to see how he would react.”

The woman did have a point there, even if it was a teasing point. She just grinned and tried to dash out of reach not sure how fast Varric was exactly in case he tried to give chase. She slowed down a little bit and stuck out her tongue.

"You make it to easy." said Varric, a smirk growing on his face. "And noise equals safety. Even though I am silent while I am invisible, noise is my best friend. Keeps people off of me. But that being said, it's not welcome at 3 in the morning while I try to sleep after running all day. And if I remember correctly it was all over some cake you had to have. That was what, the 3rd time I broke into the castle to get you something trivial from it?"

Kat then rush ahead, just out of Varric's reach. She would slow down and right as he would get close speed up right out of his reach. So that's the type of game she was playing now, well two could play that game. When Kat wasn't looking he faded into invisibility. He silently speed around the forest, making his way in front of Kat. Turing visible, he kissed Kat on the lips.

"And whose idea was it for me to sneak into your house because your father kept you from leaving at night." said Varric, fading back into invisibility. He made his way around Kat, poking her on the shoulder to distract her. He made his way around her again placing his hands over her eyes and turning visible again. "And who said that was completely a joke? Either way your father chased me away with an ax for the following few weeks."

“The first two times was for an emergency!” Katrina stated “Besides you had a bone to pick with Arthur anyway. What did he do? Marry your adopted cousin?”

Her lips were suddenly covered by his for a few seconds and she groaned slightly under them, lips parting reflexively.

“Did you have to do that?” Katrina mused, whipping around as he prodded her in the shoulder. “I have enough issues thinking straight when we play this game anyway. Helping my air headedness doesn’t help the situation.”

“Who said it was a joke? You did! Unless you lied?” Her mouth had suddenly gone dry and her voice had dipped in tone for a few seconds before she looked around for Varric again. He was still invisible as she could only see trees and grass.

"Different types of cakes are not an emergency." said Varric, moving around unseen. He kept moving so Kat couldn't figure out where he was. He smiled as Kat protested against his little game. "Yes." he answered simply from beyond the trees. Apparently what he said to her surprised her. He smiled, even though he was unseen. He snuck up behind Kat again, and turned her around. He kissed her again, turning complete visible this time. He pulled away from her slowly, the smile never leaving his face.

"Kat, I am a thief. I my job is to misdirected and steal, so yes, I lied about it being a joke. And I'm pretty sure your father picked up on that. Which is why he chased me away pretty much every single day following that. Like I mentioned before, our memories together is what kept me sane in that box."

This kiss was soft rather than teasing and it nearly distracted Katrina, “A thief you are indeed, though I think it’s cheating that you can turn invisible.”

Her voice had gone low and if her heart still beat it would be going about a hundred miles a minute but Varric didn’t need to know that. Slowly she raised her eyes from his lips to his gaze.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything? You could have. Why not?” Her brow crinkled uncharacteristically as her brain turned over this information.