Din'an.Shiral

"There is only death on this journey."

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Cole had been behaving very strangely, well stranger than usual. He seemed worried, following Dagna around and whispering.

“Soft, sweet, sunshine. Her smell and laugh awakens a fire within long believed dormant. But Pride makes him stamp out the flame and at night they all have her face! Go to him! Go to him!”

Dagna couldn’t understand it. Also, she hadn’t seen Solas in quite a while. It made sense, their last meeting was…awkward. She figured he’d want to avoid her. But avoiding Cole was odd. 

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Mean thought: while exploring the fade, a desire demon takes the form of Dagna offering to do lewd things to him. This makes him embarrassed, angry AND sad!

How awful! How cruel!

I love it.

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Forest Friend

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ye-lost-bard:

The griffin was puzzled about the strange being. That one didn’t act as if he  felt threatened, but also not aggressive.

And that was  something rarely seen. No, the stranger acted as if he didn’t have to fear anything and was ‘bigger’  than the griffin, not needing to bother with them. This made the griffin deflate and  watch. Now, it was simply the nature of this griffin to be even more curious than others of their kind,  watching the unknown being doing…well the griffin didn’t know what sense that had. It wasn’t a nesting place and also didn’t look like a show off arena for drawing in mates. And then the stranger simply left? That didn’t sit right with the mythical being, now that the mood had changed from scandalized to curious. So it was decided the stranger had to be followed, on the ground, at foot because it was simpler with the fog and thick foliage than trying to keep track of the other through the  top of the trees. But like the birdpart of the griffin, the griffin also couldn’t stay silent once curious. Slinking through the undergrowth, whistling sounded to the  left of the stranger, and now that the feathery part of the tail was tucked in and the red hidden, only the closeness of the griffin to the stranger made the outline of the  body visible when moving  through the jungle.

Solas listened to the shuffling of underbrush and foliage and the sharp whistles with some consternation. He was being followed now by this interloper? He reached for the Fade, with ease touched the waters and let them flow through him and envelop him in a soft, silvery glow. It would suffice to alert the shadowy stalker - and any other creature around - that he would be no easy target for its next meal.

It seemed that the way back was longer than expected. He walked a great distance and as he did the mists thinned until they revealed all but the elf’s feet treading over the ground. It became evident that he’d taken a different route back, but if the mist was thinning then he should be nearing the forest’s edge. Then he could loop back and make his way to the outskirts, or so he imagined.

The trees gave way to a clearing, but this was much further off course than he’d anticipated. In the distance snow topped mountain peaks came into view. They were a sight to behold, but a most unwelcome one.

Where exactly was he?

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Forest Friend

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ye-lost-bard:

There was an answer, but not the one the elf might have hoped for „Wu wawawahwah“ someone laughed loudly, followed by  a whistle that ended in a „Whoopwhoopwhoop“.

It seemed the strange noises did not bring the desired reaction as something rustled through the fog in the nearby undergrowth, screeching and tried to further scare the stranger away. Whatever there was, the being had  an interesting array of strange sounds to show off. Which soon came from  a much higher spot than before. Either the being was a spirit that was hoovering into the foliage of the trees, or a very silent  living being that was not happy with having been found out  and could climb very silently. Was the being reprimanding the stranger who had dared to spot them? Most likely, because the being was rather proud of acting so silent, watching unspotted…until the stranger had found them. What had been their undoing, their fault? They had been silent, how could the strange two-legger have spotted them? And despite being the size of a great cat, grey fur spotted with darker grey rings that blended so wonderful with the mist, it didn’t seem as if the griffon wanted to attack the stranger. Angrily chattering, pinkish-grey beak clicking, the griffon had much to say about how dare the other realise he had been followed and watched. The red tail feathers around the cat tail were wipping in agitation as yellow eyes stared down at the elf.

The creature was a blur of motion through these mists and so the elf had no sense for what was before him, but that its whoops and whistles were an unfamiliar kind. As it settled he watched with some curiosity as some ill-defined reddish shape swayed to-and-fro like a flag proffered forth boldly announcing the advancement of armies in the field.

He watched the red blur, which now was the only part of the figure to be seen and listened to the chattering, staying still but firmly in place. This was not the first time he had surprised some irritable forest dweller and the anger of this one was not lost to Solas. “Ah. I have intruded upon your territory, haven’t I? Rest assured then, as I was about to leave here. There will be no need to fight.”

Solas let the loquacious visitor remain hidden through the mist and dappled shadows and returned to his task cleaning up the wards so he could make good on his word. It took barely any time at all to finish and then he started away with but a brief glance for the shrouded guest.

He carefully felt his way through the forest, testing the steps he could not clearly see while looking for something familiar, something that would reassure him he had taken the right path. It helped little but he continued, certain he knew the right way even if it all blended together in the mist more than his liking.

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Forest Friend

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    Far from the majestic crystal spires of Arlathan, on the very edges of her growing empire lay the untamed wilds. They had quickly become among Solas’ favorite retreats, for it was both abundant with many kind and strange spirits and absent of the People and the many troubles that followed them. 

    Here it was ever damp, with a light and clinging mist which most travelers avoided —both out of superstition and a desire to keep dry their ensemble. The clinging mist invaded his warded circle and wrapped around close without touching either the cooled skin of his face and ears or the worn thread of his finely woven vestments. 

    He was fortunate that nothing had disturbed the wards this visit. Wherever the elves were not, the beasts and other crawling things often came out to lay claim. After the passing of many hours he finally withdrew from the Fade and let his eyes flutter opened to expose a subtle shade of iridescent blue that brought renewed hope into even the darkest shadow. 

    He had gained much on this visit, the local spirits of the place were growing more accustomed now and shared more freely their observations here. He found himself eager to return to his quarters and begin transcribing their memories into his records and quickly retrieved his things.

    As he was collecting the protection runes back into their sack, he was interrupted by the sound of a slight disturbance nearby and turned to gaze into the mist. “Greetings,” he said with the steady cadence of one trying to calm an anxious child. Perhaps one of the spirits had not been ready to part, he thought. It did sometimes happen that they wandered over to the Waking world, to come watch him as he watched them. He smiled gently, “You may come out, if you like. It is safe here.”

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There is an endless forest within my heart. An endless cosmos within my soul. If you love me, if you dare, prepare to be lost beneath leafy boughs and starry skies. Prepare to see eternity within my eyes.

If you dare to love me- M.G. TheBasilDruid

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kiwi-xeet replied to your post “Headcanon from talking to @arcanistdagnarp : Tavis and Dagna are...”

{Poor Solas. <3 But Tavis wouldn't do it on /purpose/ he just is sugary sweet with his li's and all touch touch touch... so Tavis probably either 1) wouldn't notice that's why he's being grumpy since Solas turned them down or 2) just shrug about it but still think it's cute because he thinks Solas is cute when he is grumpy.}

lol fair enough! I don’t really think Dagna would either. Sera on the other hand ... XD

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Headcanon from talking to @arcanistdagnarp : Tavis and Dagna are really fucking sugary sweet to each other in front of Solas and he gets really extra grumpy about it, which is WHY they do it in front of him. This could also apply to other couples tbh but with those two he has had the ignoble distinction of TURNING THEM BOTH DOWN, even though he kinda liked them anyway. So it makes him extra salty like “hey, look what I could have had if I hadn’t been such an ass to them.”

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@arcanistdagnarp​  |  continued from -- X

The measure of a breathe slowly drawn and then exhaled passed in quiet as his thoughts collected. What answer could he offer? There was no reason or justification that might soothe the pain of rejection. There was no clarity that would make what had passed between them any better. There were only bitter truths that he dare not utter.

Within Dagna a crystalline light shone with blinding radiance. Selfishly he had allowed the tiniest sliver of that light to shine upon him. But it had been for the best to turn away, to preserve her as she was, while he still had the strength left in him to refuse. 

“I see no reason to dwell on the matter. What happened is past us now.”

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Of Companions

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demon-of-empathy:

Sam looks to Solas before wandering closer to the statue to better observe it as they talk. “I remember seeing statues like this before, but in Emprise du Lion. One was absolutely huge. Were those there for a similar reason for here? I’ve never found much on that region, nevermind much information on the ruins or the people that lived there before.”

“The Emprise is part of the Dalish highlands. Some of their statues also serve to honor the companions, but not all.”

Solas clasped his hands and turned, chin raised as he looked out distantly through the trees without seeing.

“The rest are from another age, their purpose lost to time. They might be distinguished by their craftsmanship, or the wear that obscures their features.”

He turned his head again to look back to the group. “In any case, we should move on.”

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Alone

Alone and in the midst of men, Alone 'mid hills and valleys fair; Alone upon a ship at sea; Alone — alone, and everywhere. O many folk I see and know, So kind they are I scarce can tell, But now alone on land and sea, In spite of all I'm left to dwell. In cities large — in country lane, Around the world — 'tis all the same; Across the sea from shore to shore. Alone — alone, for evermore.

— Pamela Coleman Smith

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We are travelers on a cosmic journey, stardust, swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share. This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in eternity.

Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist (via awake-n)

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ass--sass--sin:

“Well that’s stupid.  Power over others ain’t the only way to keep from being powerless.”

“Hm. Yes, but it is the only way they have ever known. Too few are willing to consider the alternative.”

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A crooked smile briefly appeared on his face as the little woman reappeared in the rotunda. It smoothed again, as though it had not been there at all and in its place the only sign that he might possibly have missed the girl showed in the slight arch of interest that raised his brows.

“Welcome back, da’fen. I was wondering when you would return. Did anything exciting happen while you were way?”

The words trickled slowly from his lips like the drip of melting snow, cool and sweet in his own usual manner.

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Man, it surely had been a while since she had last found herself surrounded by frescoed walls and a certain grumpy mage. It was a struggle not to have her face split into a grin. At least the old egg seemed to miss her a little bit.

“Good to see you too, Fuamoa.” She walked to the table, thinking of sitting on the edge. Wait. Probably shouldn’t, she might sit on something that she can’t pay for. So resting a hand on it works.

“Not too much. Well, nothing fancy. Found myself home for a while, had an accident with a haircut, the usual.” Sure enough, the mane of wild curls was tamed, reduced to around half an inch of swirls along her scalp.

“But what about you? What’s been going on with Sir ‘saw it in the fade’?”

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“The Inquisition has made some progress against the agents of Corypheus since you were last here. I am pleased with what we have accomplished. We foiled their plans in Adamant. It has been a major blow to their morale and for the time things have been quiet. I suspect they will be having trouble organizing an effective response.”

 His arms flourished as he spoke, animated by his excitement at the current events. Da’fen did not usually take any interest in the goings on of the organization but if she wanted to learn of them, he was pleased to share. They bested Corypheus’ at every turn lately and his confidence had grown immeasurably. 

He looked back and tilted his head. It was surprising to see her appear and disappear in the fortress as she did and it occurred to him that he did not know much about the woman. 

“You say you returned home? Where is that, exactly?”

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“And why limitless power?  Then you gotta worry about holding onto that power and honestly that just sounds like a pain in the ass.  Always worrying about someone trying to kill you, always worrying about someone trying to undermine you.  And you’ll always fucking fall, and land on your face and everyone will laugh and it ain’t gonna be pretty.  So many better things to do with yourself if you’re a god.”

“They believe that power over others is the only way to avoid being made powerless. That success is defined by how high they reach and how many are beneath them. When their enemies try to tear them down it only provides further proof that they are right to fear the inevitable fall.”

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No real god need prove himself.

“Exactly, it’s a friggin ego trip. I mean look at Corypheus.”

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<chuckles> “Precisely. There will always be short-sighted men with aspirations for limitless power.“

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A crooked smile briefly appeared on his face as the little woman reappeared in the rotunda. It smoothed again, as though it had not been there at all and in its place the only sign that he might possibly have missed the girl showed in the slight arch of interest that raised his brows.

"Welcome back, da’fen. I was wondering when you would return. Did anything exciting happen while you were way?”

The words trickled slowly from his lips like the drip of melting snow, cool and sweet in his own usual manner.