Fluff starters

@morethanabowandarrow

“Are you sure?”

As the name implied, on the Storm Coast, it was cold and wet. Though they erected tarps over their tents, the cold and wetness permeated everything. Solival shivered, feeling like he might never be dry again. And so, although he trembled in the cold like a leaf in a storm, he shrunk away from Atash. He’d already protested that he share a tent with the other elf anyways. Not because he didn’t want to–he was Dalish, and so he was safe–but the Herald shouldn’t have to. 

“The cat isn’t staring at you… he’s staring behind you.”

~ I am not surprised, cats see more than we do~

A sigh.