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Important business in Orlais. He didn’t like it, and he hadn’t agreed with it. The Inquisitor was a target now, and a valuable one at that. Orlais was not the most trustworthy of ventures either.

But still, Elicia had gone. A duty call, she had said. Just because the Inquistion was not needed so desperately did not mean she was not needed at all. His fears had become realised when they had lost contact with the party, and local scouts reported heavy fighting along their chosen path. Fierce storms had seized the hold, and his units had taken refuge for the night, unable to press ahead. He had paced holes in the flooring of his office waiting for any news, frantic and growing increasingly inpatient by the second, praying for even the smallest slither of information, yet none such had yet come.

And thus, he was in sole custody of the tiny bundle he and the Inquisitor shared. A baby girl; Imogen, they had named her, with tufts of blonde curls, and a gummy smile rumoured to command with ease the very Commander of the Inquisition himself.

Elicia had left enough milk to feed her (and half of Skyhold, Cullen reckoned on inspection) but still, she wailed and refused any more. She was clean (a cautious sniff to the napkin had confirmed that), warm (maybe too warm…or cold?!) and yet, he sensed that his growing anxiety was the culprit in this mess, that his own fear was terrifying her.

He had tried everything to calm her,  Maker, to calm himself, but it was all to no avail.  He paced the floor of their private quarters, bouncing the tearful infant over and over, shushing her as he did. So when his shaky voice managed to find the words to the Chant of Light, and she began to quiet from a scream to a whimler, it was a miracle. A sad sort of smile crept across his face as she finally fell silent, instead choosing to simply stare at him.

“I’m sorry, my little one. I’m not doing very well, am I? Most certainly not up to your mother’s standards. Maker knows what you are thinking right now.”

She continued to stare up at him from his chest, with a quiet hic, the same eyes he recognised as his own, locked to him.

“Actually, I know what you are thinking. What an awful excuse for a father, and for a husband. And you aren’t far wrong. I am not worthy, not deserving of any of this, and you and your mother deserving of something better. I pray you forgive me, little one, for all the instances I fall short of perfection in your eyes. I do not mean for it to be this way.”

He drew her to him, soft head tucking into the crook of his neck, and his cradling arms wrapped her in warmth, and in the sudden fierceness of paternal love.

“But, Andraste preserve me, I love you more than you will ever know. My child, the light of my life, you…have brought love into such dark places of my heart, with such ferocious power I did not know was possible. You and your mother, little love, you have given this sinful wanderer such purpose. I doubt you shall ever know just what you mean to me. And I shall never fail you, I will change it all for you and I will give my life before the Maker a thousand times before I see you come to harm.”

It had become a feverent, hushed muttering, and he pressed a shaking kiss to the side of her head, the wide, innocent eyes of his daughter seizing him once again as he whispered to her, leaning his nose down to rest against her own tiny one.

“This I vow to you, precious one.”

She nestled her head against him, her small body curling against his broad chest, a fist twisting with his linen shirt, and he felt his heart leap, a proud, moving warmth rising in him as her lips twisted with a peaceful sigh; “Da.

Seeing or feeling ghosts of the dead

Erasing/manipulating other dragons' memories

Communicating telepathically with non-mindreaders

Seeing thru walls

Feeling someone else's pain

Knowing what other animals are thinking and/or predicting their behavior

Not quite being a mindreader or a prophet but always being able to sense when someone else is there (stronger sense than is normal) or knows instantly when they're being watched/paid attention to

Knowing exactly what others think but only as it relates to them

Finding out someone else's fortune but only if they're touching them

Only knowing what someone else is thinking when they're touching them

Guessing everyone's name right without ever having heard it before. Like they can look at a dragon they've never seen and guess their name

Seeing a dragon and knowing exactly what they looked like as a dragonet and exactly what they'll look like when they're older. Like knowing exactly what they will look and have looked like at every age.

Seeing an egg and consistently being able to accurately guess the sex of the dragonet

A strangely accurate sense of time passing. Like they can just clock an exact minute in their head no biggie

Prophetic dreams

Writing down prophecies they come up with when they're drunk, waking up and finding them, and remembering them later when they come true.

Anything they paint or draw comes true in a few days or weeks

knowing what song is stuck in every dragon's head at a given moment and like nothing else that goes on in their thoughts

Seeing dragons in their dreams that they haven't met yet but will soon

Having the same or a similar dream as anyone sleeping next to them. If they sleep in a pile or otherwise with multiple dragons all the dreams smoosh together

Knowing when other dragons will die but not how

Knowing how other dragons will die but not when