@arsuledin.
❝ SOLAS, ❞ GREETS THE INQUISITOR as she hears a familiar set of footsteps track lightly across the earth behind her. with a flick of her staff, the campsite brazier roars to life – perhaps a little more intensely than it should – and saeris takes a moment to calm the anxiety pinging off her chest like raindrops on armor. they’re cordial. as much as it hurts to look at him, to rein in the thousands of questions on her tongue without batting an eye, there is work to be done. and there is, regrettably, still joy to be found in traveling with solas. sometimes, she almost finds herself falling back into comfort at his side – and then she looks at him, about to reach out, and remembers herself. it hurts. it does. but there is no time for pain. there hasn’t been for a long time; not when her clan was massacred, not when solas left her, not when there’s a world to be saved. shove it down, fel’era. ❝ we’ve uncovered more artifacts of the veil in an elvhen ruin excavated by cullen’s team, ❞ she says to him now, one freckled thumb absentmindedly running over an elvhen engraving just above tempest’s cloth grip. ❝ i requested your attendance so that you can interface with them. additionally, the temple is reported to be trapped – cullen’s men could not make it far in before a retreat was ordered. as mages, you and i may be able to better navigate the space. along with support from the others, of course. ❞
