is my free prompt tonight. feel free to use it, or not use it. art or fic. or just a laugh.
Zevran grinned widely, examining Alistair’s reddening face even more closely than he had examined the shapes impressed in the snow. The ex-templar was actually sputtering, completely unable to speak.
“Perhaps I should have been more, ahhh… specific in my description of how to make snow-nobles to our three lovely ladies. One would have assumed that at least one them would realize it was meant to be made from a face-up position,” Zevran said thoughtfully. “Still, they are quite beautiful, in their own way.”
Alistair groaned and spun away from the three imprints in the snow, one dwarf-sized, and two human sized.
“The bard likely knew better,” Morrigan pointed out archly. “But the dwarf has never seen snow in her life before this, and the old woman has only rarely left the tower, and that only as an adult.”
“Hmmm, true,” Zevran said, then turned from admiring Alistair’s increasingly red complextion to take another look at the marks in the snow. “What a magnificent bosom.”