“ The truth is rarely pure and never simple. ”
CLASSIC LITERATURE STARTERS. || ACCEPTING.
❝ Like jewelry left too long in a pocket. It might take time, but I want to understand. ❞
The boy peered at Solas through the fringe of hair and brim of his hat. The mage was wise, but there was a tinge of melancholy to his words. It was familiar, Cole had felt it before; After the fall of Corypheus, when the orb had shattered and he had disappeared. Everyone, Cole included, had been confused, but Solas had to have had his reasons, right? He wouldn’t have left if it wasn’t important.
❝ The words make a different shape than what he wants. It’s dull, but the knots are dense, and the fur is matted. Some wolves weren’t meant to be in packs. ❞
A pause.
❝ There was one before. They could have been one, too. ❞
