#halcyonisms

   “I’m Jay,” she continues, tucking her hair behind both ears. “I live-- you probably know. I live opposite. But, uh... did you get a package for me, by any chance?”

“Not as good as you,” he coos out, ignoring her compliment.

“You’re one of the new recruits, right?”

He chuckles, licking up the whipped cream around his lips, but not getting all of it. “You do seem to know your shit.”

                He pulls away from his hot chocolate, whip cream sticking to his stubble around his lips.                 “Huh? Me?”

She's skittering across the courtyard, ducking to avoid anyone she might bump into. The little elfling had just followed the procession from Haven to Skyhold, alone in her ventures across Thedas. Mihtriel might have magical capabilities, but at the age of eight she was far from good enough to even begin to grasp her abilities correctly.      Today was no different. Mihtriel's shaggy blonde hair flaps and bounces with each stride, ragged clothing hanging off of her small frame. She's just avoiding the cook's wrath after nabbing a snack, her destination someplace up on the ramparts. She hardly makes it there when she bumps and collides with someone's leg - tumbling and rolling to a stop. Fearful, she scrambles away only to back up into a wall.     "S - sorry!!"

So, you're one of the Dalish.