Grant guidance, not command.

Dirthamen scoffed at the idea of his Varterral being a pet to someone.

“Of course it is not meant as a pet”, he said emphatically, while his hand shot out absentmindedly to once more keep the still a little unsteady little monster from falling off the table. Once it got hold of Dirthamen’s hand, the monster began to climb up his arm, until it found a somewhat steady perch on his shoulder, its docile behavior very much contradicting Dirthamen’s claim of it being unfit for a pet’s role.

“I chose to name it ‘Varterral’ and it will grow. I have prepared a dungeon, where I can monitor it’s growth within the next month. By the turn of summer solstice it should have increased it’s own height a hundred times over. Then I can have it set up as a town’s guardian, protecting the People from enemies and powerful beasts alike.”

There was one specific beast Dirthamen had in mind, when creating the varterral, making sure it would eventually have both size and strength to take on such a beast and win. But he refrained from mentioning that. he knew his current guest was close with Mythal and for all the grief his mother had given him the past years, Dirthamen wanted the existence of the Varterral to be an honest surprise to her - albeit not a happy one.

“Are you sure? It seems cute to me.” He smirked, teasing, as it watched the newborn crawl its way up Dirthamen’s arm. “About to fall asleep on your shoulder.”

“So fast to grow?” He perked a brow, curiously. A few months to grow a hundred times. Solas would stand and watch its growth, he mused. Perhaps that was exactly what Dirthamen intended. 

“Aneth ara!!!” Shar'laith cheered, turning to look at him and smiling widely, before actually taking a look at him and giggling slightly, “Oh! You need some honey!!” she said before pulling a jar of her bees’ honey out of her pocket, “Here, wakes you up like sunshine itself!”

“You do enjoy honey, lethallan. Perhaps we should arrange a hive just to stock your needs.” He smirked softly, and for a second his mind went to the various uses for honey on his time - it was essential for those entering Uthenera without the ability to survive it with now susteinance, and there were many recipes, and -- he stopped his mind before he could be caught blushing. That was in another life.

Shar’laith smiled, “Hope you have a good night, too,” she said, tilting her head and pushing her chest up momentarily, before going back to a more natural posture, her flirtatiousness always more fleeting than her brother’s, “Be careful with Sera though, she knows where you sleep.”

She stayed up pretty late, after Solas was gone, she went look for her brother, scolded him properly. Had dinner and drinks, and finally went to bed. 

Next morning she went for breakfast early, she didn’t sleep much, but it didn’t matter, her mood had stayed up and sweet.

Solas arrived for breakfast after, even though he’d gone to bed much earlier. It was always hard for him to wake up - it meant leaving the Fade.

A song for you - Shar’laith ( @samestarsouls​ ) Bandolins (Mandolins) - Oswaldo Montenegro

As if it were a pair That in this sad waltz Developed under the sound of mandolins

And how not? And why not say That the world breathed more If she pressed like this

Her lap as if it wasn’t already a time In which it’s improper To dance like this

She dared And confronted the world Spinning herself Under the sound of mandolins

As if it were a home Her body the sad waltz brightened And the night carried on like this

And like a pair The wind and the late night Lightened the fairy of my tavern

Waltzing like waltzes a child That joins the dance circle The night is ending

“Huh… I take it things were warmer in Arlathan?”

A song for you - Josephine ( @rufflesthediplomat​ ) Fogo (Fire) - Capital Inicial

You are so used to always being right You are so well-spoken, when you speak you don’t need to ask for attention

The power of domination is tempting And I already don’t feel a thing, I’m all torpour

And it’s as sure as the heat of fire It’s as sure as the heat of fire I no longer have a choice, I am part of your game I’m part of it

I can’t tell wether it’s good or bad Just like air, it seems vital to me Wherever I go, whatever I do Without you, it’s pointless

You always surprise and I try to understand You never regret, you like it and even feel pleasure for it

But if you ask me, I’ll say yes I’ll go on because the rain doesn’t fall only onto me

A song for you - Eirwen ( @shift-shaping ) Ausência (Absence) - Ednardo

Do you remember The thin street, such an ancient path And I showed you a song An old song of the place

In the road In the peace of the moon the sound didn’t make itself And without realizing it, I then forgot That we no longer have time to dream

You were smiling And your voice, a friend at each moment At once in a tight embrace Made to life, to a guitar, a way to make love happen