The bottommost drawer of her small dresser contained a neatly-wrapped parcel. Daisy pulled it out for the first time in a long time and unwrapped it in her lap. Inside was a dress. While it seemed to have once been fine, now it was clearly travel-worn. She must have carefully examined each fiber looking for clues. Now she rubbed her thumb over the fabric of the left shoulder, where the stain of blood could still be seen faintly, even after having been washed. This was the dress she had been wearing when she was found bleeding and unconscious in the street.
Next she picked up the small leather pouch she had worn on her waist. The pouch itself was unremarkable, as were the few coins inside. Still, she never spent them, just in case. But the smallest item contained in the pouch had actually given her the most clues to her past, as well begged the most questions. Daisy removed the ring from the cloth she had since wrapped it in and placed it in her palm. Brass, and far from new, she peered at it for what must be the thousandth time. Inscribed on it were two words, but rather than being in the Common Tongue, they were in Dalish. She remembered with fondness the day she read those words out loud in the Prancing Pony Inn, naturally, and without accent. This led to her revealing one of the first details of her past. Daisy smiled as she recalled announcing excitedly to her friend Eliad, “Elliad! Elliad! I'm Dalish! I'm from Dale!”
Those two words: FOREVER ONE. They raised so many questions. Most she showed the ring to agreed it was likely an engagement or wedding ring. But...what did that mean? Was she betrothed? Married? Or was it simply a family heirloom she carried around with her? Whatever it was, being one of the very few possessions she carried, it was clearly important. And now she knew it was all tied to the man who lied in the bed before her.
The man spoke very little during their encounter yesterday. Most of his words were just warnings for Daisy to flee, that she was in danger. But it was one thing he said that truly caught her off guard. Just before receiving a nose-breaking kick to the face from his cruel captor, he called out to Daisy, “Whatever happens, we are Forever One!” The only way that this man, this “Lugiri,” could know those words was if it was he himself who gave the ring to her, or so Daisy reasoned. Clearly, this man was the final ingredient in unlocking the secrets of who she was.
Daisy carefully put all of her precious clues back in the drawer. She then turned to look at the man, his chest regularly rising and falling. She had waited too long for answers to lose them now. He would live. He would heal. And he would solve her mystery.
She looked at his hand and moved her own to take it. Hesitating, she bit her lip, not wanting to be too forward. Then she went ahead, gently holding his large hand with both of hers. The fingers were long, matching his lanky build. She rubbed her thumb against his palm. It was calloused, as if from years of hard work. “Tell me who you are!” she whispered. “Who am I? Who are...we?”
On a whim, Daisy turned around in her chair, putting her back to the man. His hand she picked up and placed on her shoulder, holding it in place with her own. It felt...right somehow. Large, strong, but comforting. With a sigh, she began to slide his hand from her shoulder, only to find...it didn't move. Rather, it stayed put, gently gripping her shoulder with its own strength.
Her mouth opened in surprise, but without a hint of fear. Slowly, she turned her head, and looked into Lugiri's kind eyes.
