#araniel lavellan

My Lavellan thinks Solas is Dalish — he wears traditional leg bindings and footwraps, after all — but was kicked out of his clan. (Since Solas does say in the game the Dalish attacked him.) Then, she finds out he’s a dream walker — something that is believed to have died out in the Dalish 200 years ago — and she can’t fathom what his Keeper would have been thinking to let him go.

what are lips. what are eyes.

"How would you stop them?"

she’s so pretty 😭

based off this dialogue

Varric: So, here we are, elf, cleaning up another human mess.

Solas: What would the Inquisition do without our stabilizing influence, Master Tethras?

Varric: I assume they'd just start burning things.

Solas: That does sound like most humans I know.

Cassandra: If you gentlemen are quite finished?

Varric: Now, now, don't get touchy. We're just here to lend you simple humans our help.

Solas: Before you cause everything to explode.

Varric: Again.

after this dialogue

Araniel laughed. Her shoulders shook with it, light and soft.

“You know how to laugh?”

That cut her off, and she looked over at Varric.

“And here I was thinking you were a serious one,” he said with a calculating look.

“I—“ she started and then frowned. “Considering the situation I’ve found myself in, I have had little to laugh about.”

“You could laugh at the irony?” he suggested.

Araniel’s smile was fast, like a flick of a swallow’s wings. “Yes, I suppose.”

Now that she had his attention, he sped up so he could walk alongside her. “Hey, are the rumors true that when you first woke up you tried to escape and took down two guards and a Templar while doing so?”

Araniel glanced toward Cassandra, who rolled her eyes and increased her pace further up the hill.

She turned back and smirked. “Yes.”

“Surprised you didn’t make it out.”

“I—“ she lifted her marked hand, which flared its green light. “My magic was stronger. I was not expecting it and it caught me off-guard. I think the mark feeds it.”

“Hmm, don’t tell that to the elf, he’ll want to study it more.”

She glanced over at Solas, who looked curious.

“If that is the case, you seem to have learned to channel your magic and the mark well,” he said.

“I think he just paid you a compliment,” Varric muttered in amazement.

Later

“You’ll get used to it, kid. A roof over your head, humans, the smell. Give it time.”

“You speak from experience?” she asked.

“My friend, Daisy,” Varric muttered. “She was like you. Had to leave her clan; had to make a home in Kirkwall. Took her a bit getting used to the city, but she got the hang of it.”

“A heavy price.”

“The important things usually are.”

She reached out and laid a hand on his shoulder. “I hope you get to go home soon, Varric.”

Thank you, mods.

(And the 10 years later look.)