#ladychalon

He has not seen the pale haired Lady Chalon in quite some time now, and though his outer appearance is nothing short of respectable and calm, on the inside he is suspicious of her quiet behavior as of late. He waits for some trick, a game to be played, but there is nothing. It is not until he finally feels his mind ease does he spot her familiar hair in the corner of his eye coming down from the steps of the library, and one brow raises at her sudden reappearance in the rotunda. 

“Lady Chalon,” he greets, formal as always. “Is there something I can assist you with?”

He hadn't truly expected her to follow through with her word, but even so, he is left standing there as these little insects take shelter behind his ear, underneath his sweater, and beneath his chin. He scowls at the note that is with it. Instead of confronting her in person, he attains the rather eager help of Sera and manages to wrangle what is left of the lizards from her prank on him (he won't bother asking where she finds them), and sets them loose in the Lady's room with only a small torn parchment left behind as a letter.

Mairwen swung her glass with a grin as she spoke to the small cluster of people around her. "Shite, ser. Stainthorpe was the name they gave me at birth, but I--" She trailed off slightly and paused. She frowned. "Maker's Ball, I forgot the rest of the story." 

The plan was simple enough - Denise was just going to run out briefly to help restock Skyhold’s food stores. Really, she didn’t see anything going wrong. It wasn’t as if she was going to go too far from the keep anyways; most threats should have been cleared out, right?

Wrong. She’d found a ram and taken that down, but in the process of tying it to the saddle on her horse in order to pull it back to Skyhold, wolves had appeared. It was lucky that she had heard them approaching or she may have ended up far more injured. And that was being optimistic. One had gone down before they had a chance to get too close, and another had received an injury to two legs that would keep it at bay. The problem was the third, which had come from behind.

Denise sat on the sofa in Solas’ room, a hand covering her face as she groaned. Not in pain, just embarrassment that she had been in such a grave situation. Her back was exposed, showing off several large gashes she’d received. Had a few Inquisition scouts not shown up, it was possible she wouldn’t have made it out of that situation.

"Thank you for helping, Solas," Deni had grumbled into her palm, a part of her wishing she might just stumble underneath a rock and never crawl back out. "I didn’t expect wolves to be so close. Lesson learned." And to help it sink in, she was sure the process of treating the wounds would be less than comfortable.

The gashes along her back were not the worst Solas had ever seen, but still, left untreated they surely would've turned worse. His fingers traced along the raw skin, pouring a healing spell into her. The Inquisition Scouts had done a pretty good job on stopping the bleeding, but other than a tight bandage, they had not done much else. 

The moon hung high in the sky and shone almost as bright as Skyhold's tavern. The Inquisitor had just returned from a long campaign to the Western Approach and her companions always insisted on unwinding in the Herald's Rest after such strenuous journeys. Solas had chosen to sit among her inner circle for a time, but the drunken singing and general loudness grew tiresome after a while to the natural introvert. The elf excused himself politely and left the lively tavern.

If it hadn't been for the light coming out through the windows, Solas probably wouldn't have noticed, but he saw the rough shadow of a person coming from the training area Cassandra normally occupied. Curious, he rounded the corner and couldn't help but smile a little when he saw Denise bathed in muted candlelight, holding a bow with strong, confident hands. The training dummy already had two arrows notched into him, one in the head and the other over where his heart would've been. He watched silently as she let loose her last arrow. It became embedded in the dummy's neck and Solas let out a puff of air that he hadn't realized he'd been holding.