MATCHING

Written for Pagbis/Noggenfoggerpot as a pinch-hit for dragonageholidaycheer. They don't all go their separate ways, and so find themselves in the Anderfels one winter. Of all the places they could have gone, Hawke thought—Llomerryn with Isabela was merely one example, its bonfires burning on the shore and whiskey-brown spirits burning even brighter; Orlais with Aveline, where they could overburden the infamous horses after eating too much of the equally infamous cheeses; even somewhere elvhen would have been preferable, a vacation planned entirely by Merrill, with no one allowed proper footwear in true Dalish fashion—they had to find themselves in the Anderfels, amidst the bald mountains, amongst its bald people.