The Inquisition Family Road Trip
Sera: Ugh, Creepy, stop! Itβs been three days now! What is it this time? Sad bandits? A tree that misses its squirrel?Β
Cole: Itβs a song.Β The wind sings of what was lost, if you listen.Β
Sera: See? This! Who listens to wind? ItβsΒ wind! Itβs not saying anything! Itβs just...Β whoosh!Β
Cole:Β It speaks to who can hear, but itβs harder to hear when your heart is full of louder things. Too much noise, too much now, and it...Β
Sera:Β Right,Β that's it. Iβm pulling this horse over and weβre having a talk. With arrows.Β
Cole: But... weβre already talking.Β And arrows don't talk. They sing. Softly, like whistles through the air, until they land.
Sera: Ugh, youβre impossible! How does anyone deal with you?Β
Lavellan: Enough!Β WeβreΒ the ones dealing withΒ bothΒ of you! Sera, quiet. Can youΒ please go one hour without snapping at him?Β
Solas:Β Indeed. Heeding the Inquisitorβs request would be most desirable.
Sera: It's him! And his creepy wind-talking!Β
Lavellan: Sera, I'm going to stop these horses,Β tie you to a tree and let Solas give you a lecture. AboutΒ anything he wants.Β
Solas: I could start with a detailed discourse on the elemental theories behind wind patterns in the Fade.Β
Lavellan: Or your thoughts on the historical inaccuracies in common Orlesian depictions of ancient elves.Β
Solas: In addition to a full weekβs study ofΒ elvhenΒ grammar.Β
Cole:Β I could help with that! The words feel soft, like roots in the earth, spreading and holding, even when no one sees. They hum when you say them right. We could talk about that. And practice the sounds! I like the sounds.Β
Sera:Β Nooo! Not Creepy teaching meΒ elfy-words!Β Β
Lavellan: Solas has some wonderful theories about ancient elven architecture.Β
Solas: The etchings alone could fill days of discussion. Though I would begin with the foundations - metaphorically and literally.Β
Cole: The stones remember being shaped. Theyβd like to tell her.Β
Lavellan: Or Solas, what about explaining the finer details of your restoration theories?Β
Solas: Excellent suggestion! Beginning with the architectural significance of fenestration patterns.Β
Sera: What evenΒ isΒ fenestration?Β
Cole: Windows. The way light moves through them, dances β windows into the soul. Itβs beautiful when it shines.Β
Sera: Thatβs it. Iβm leaving. Iβll ride ahead. Iβll ride back. Iβll ride into a pack of wyvern. Just stop!Β
Lavellan: If youβre planning to ditch us, Sera, I can always add in a reading list to keep you busy on your way. All of Solasβ favourite texts.Β
Solas: A worthy punishment. I could start with an annotated copy ofΒ The Elven PantheonΒ for her convenience.Β
Lavellan: Well then, be quiet and leave Cole alone. Or the next stop is a mandatory lecture circle.Β
Sera:Β Fine, I'll shut it.Β
Solas:Β Well done,Β vhenan. You claimed Seraβs surrender with words alone. I was moments away from drawing my staff.Β
Lavellan: As much as I appreciate your staff, Solas, IΒ find a deft tongue far more... disarming when the moment calls for it.Β
Solas:Β As you should. A well-honed tongue can often prove far more effective at rendering one speechless than any staff.
Sera: Gross! Just tie me up and lecture me already. Iβll take diagrams andΒ elfy-words over listening to you two fenestrating each other.Β
Cole:Β Tongues and staffs, both strong, filling in soft spaces β fighting but...not?Β Β It feels like fire wanting to catch. Why does it make the air heavy?Β
Solas:Β Best not to dwell on it, Cole.Β