Lady Heralds

A nice RP blog for my many lady Inquisitor's. Mod is over 18, crossovers and OC's welcome!

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~{Hi all! Things have been kind of slow here, so feel free to like or reblog this post for a short starter!}~

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Hello, Dragon Age RPers!

I have decided to compile a simple list of active Dragon Age muses in the RPC! If you would like to be included in this list please reblog this post with the following information in the tags:

If you muse is an Inquisitor / Warden / Hawke, please state so

Muse name

Primary game they are featured in (if present in multiple just say "multiple")

Is your muse an OC or Canon?

If you have a canon muse, please say if they are canon-compliant or divergent

Is you blog a single or multimuse?

The current list can be found here, please be aware that the list is kind of rough and really just functional rather than beautiful. :3

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Send me “🌺” + a plot idea you’ve been wanting to write which you think might fit our muses. no rules, just the first thing that comes to mind!

[lady-heralds]

“You’ll have to forgive me.” Bann Trevelyan said, sitting himself down in a seat in the parlor Evelyn and Solas were sitting in. He sat next to his daughter and across from Solas. He was a stern man in his late seventies by now though his back was still straight and his gait as smooth as any young man. There were no servants in the room or refreshments laid out. Bann Trevelyan was not on to waste time on pleasantries when dealing with matters like this. “I may be old but my wits are still about me yet and I’ve had this discussion a dozen times with a dozen other people. I understand why you need to marry a human; cement ties and show that you are not going to try and eradicate humanity and topple all the other kingdoms.”

Though the Bann’s hair had turned white and receded there was still clear evidence of his relation to his daughter. In particular were the eyes, he had the same sharp, green eyes as Evelyn. Right now they were analyzing every detail of his daughter’s new apparent ‘suitor.’ The Bann’s focus barely grazed over Solas’s ears and instead focused on his posture, hands, jaw and eyes. Anything to give away what Solas was thinking or feeling.

“I simply don’t understand why you’d choose my youngest daughter. She has no hope of inheriting any titles from me with so many siblings ahead of her. There are other human women in Thedas; women who exceed her in rank, titles, beauty, connections and quite possibly fertility. My wife, her mother, has given me many children but that’s no indication that my daughter can do the same for you. The mark took her arm and though she still has her monthly blood that doesn’t necessarily mean she’s able to carry a child to term.” The head of the Trevelyan family didn’t spare his daughter so much as a glance as he spoke. Neither did his daughter’s gaze turn to him. She sat beside him, hand resting in her lap as her father spoke, face like a blank canvas as her father verbally tore her down.

“Once, my daughter did lead armies. Once she was the woman even empresses looked to for salvation as she killed dragons and would-be gods. Now she’s nothing more than a crippled woman who still has trouble writing certain letters and spends her days in her greenhouse pruning poisonous plants.” Evelyn remained still and silent through it all, watching Solas the entire time and not revealing her feelings on anything her father said.

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[lady-heralds]

The slight raising of his white brows was the only thing to give away the Bann’s surprise to Solas’s desire for Evelyn’s opinion. Though whether he was pleased or displeased by this was hidden thanks to years of practice. He glanced towards his youngest daughter, who’s only give away of her own astonishment was a simple blink. The Bann reached under the table and gave his daughter’s hand a gentle squeeze. She’d always preferred it when he led these discussions, especially after the Inquisition was disbanded. His defamation of her worth was usually enough to scare off whatever suitors were too meek to be before his glare or weren’t certain in their choice. Evelyn took a breath before she spoke.

“I am grateful that this is how you’ve chosen to move forward with your plans.” She said, not needing to bring up his previous ideas. Thankfully, the third time was not going to be the charm when it came to Solas and world altering decisions. First he’d put up the Veil and then he’d given his orb to Corypheus. It would seem an old wolf could learn. “Another war is the last thing anyone wants and we need to go forward towards a new future. If my marriage to you will help prevent blood shed then I accept.” She glanced at her father. “Though mother will not be pleased.”

The older man waved off her concerns. “I’ll handle her. She will not jeopardize this, I assure you.” The Lady of the house was a fanatic Andrastian and while all the world events had left her greatly shaken, she was still quite verbal in her beliefs. However, her husband would see to it that she held her tongue.

Once again, Evelyn was giving up her hand to save the world. Though, she’d hopefully keep this instance to a metaphorical state. She always knew she’d marry politically. She’d even discussed it with Solas once at Halamshiral after they’d prevented Empress Celene’s assassination. Though why did this still tie her stomach in knots and leave her tongue tied? She remained silent after that. She didn’t ask what would be expected of her or what would happen next. Whatever happened to her she’d bear it with the dignity and grace that had been instilled in her since she was a child. After a few moments Bann Trevelyan returned his gaze to Solas and once again took over the conversation.

“Very well then. How can I say no to my daughter and a god?” He said, giving in quite easily and not saying anything against his daughter’s decision. He no doubt saw how politically advantageous this was and that he’d be a fool to say no. He then proceeded to ask the obvious questions. “How will things proceed from here? Is Evelyn to journey with you back to Elvehnan now or will she remain here until the wedding? And what is exactly expected of her as your wife? Even though she is my youngest she has had all the training to be a noble wife though I expect it won’t be exactly the same.”

[lady-heralds]

“You’ll have to forgive me.” Bann Trevelyan said, sitting himself down in a seat in the parlor Evelyn and Solas were sitting in. He sat next to his daughter and across from Solas. He was a stern man in his late seventies by now though his back was still straight and his gait as smooth as any young man. There were no servants in the room or refreshments laid out. Bann Trevelyan was not on to waste time on pleasantries when dealing with matters like this. “I may be old but my wits are still about me yet and I’ve had this discussion a dozen times with a dozen other people. I understand why you need to marry a human; cement ties and show that you are not going to try and eradicate humanity and topple all the other kingdoms.”

Though the Bann’s hair had turned white and receded there was still clear evidence of his relation to his daughter. In particular were the eyes, he had the same sharp, green eyes as Evelyn. Right now they were analyzing every detail of his daughter’s new apparent ‘suitor.’ The Bann’s focus barely grazed over Solas’s ears and instead focused on his posture, hands, jaw and eyes. Anything to give away what Solas was thinking or feeling.

“I simply don’t understand why you’d choose my youngest daughter. She has no hope of inheriting any titles from me with so many siblings ahead of her. There are other human women in Thedas; women who exceed her in rank, titles, beauty, connections and quite possibly fertility. My wife, her mother, has given me many children but that’s no indication that my daughter can do the same for you. The mark took her arm and though she still has her monthly blood that doesn’t necessarily mean she’s able to carry a child to term.” The head of the Trevelyan family didn’t spare his daughter so much as a glance as he spoke. Neither did his daughter’s gaze turn to him. She sat beside him, hand resting in her lap as her father spoke, face like a blank canvas as her father verbally tore her down.

“Once, my daughter did lead armies. Once she was the woman even empresses looked to for salvation as she killed dragons and would-be gods. Now she’s nothing more than a crippled woman who still has trouble writing certain letters and spends her days in her greenhouse pruning poisonous plants.” Evelyn remained still and silent through it all, watching Solas the entire time and not revealing her feelings on anything her father said.

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[dreadwxlf]

@lady-heralds sent: “Are you ashamed? About being with me?” From Evelyn. I don’t know when she’d finally have the nerve to ask that question but that’s one of her biggest fears and insecurities right there. (Lady-Heralds)

~ " Ashamed? " he asked, brows creasing in concern. " No -- I would never be ashamed of you. You are an admirable woman, and it was I that proposed our union in the first place. Do I...seem ashamed of you? " ~

[lady-heralds]

She ruthlessly stomped down any positive feeling in her chest that his words may have created. She wasn’t so naive to fall for pretty words, especially from his mouth. At least… not again.

“You don’t act as though you are.” She said, speaking truthfully. He’d never done anything since they’d married to make anyone think otherwise. He hadn’t said an unkind word to her. Yet she knew now that he was a masterful actor. She’d been acting well her self, though she was tired. She was tired of a lot of things.

“But I’ve learned to never presume what you think or how you feel.” She wasn’t strong enough to look him in the eyes, but she had too much pride to not face him at least. “I’m human. For a long time you didn’t think me or anyone else, human or otherwise as a person. Considering what little I know of what you went through I can’t exactly blame you.” Didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt to think about. “You gave a great performance during the Inquisition and you still do. I don’t know if any of it wasn’t an act.” She finally looked him in the eyes.

“I don’t know how much of the honest you I know. I don’t know what your feelings or opinions are of anything; about our situation, me, humans in general or any of it.” She took a breath and did something she was terrified to do. Be vulnerable. “I don’t know why after everything that’s happened I’m still terrified about whether or not you even like me at all. Why I still care so much about what you think of me.”

“I was alway prepared to marry for duty. After becoming Inquisitor I was even prepared to marry well above my station.” Her hand gripped her bicep, giving herself a comforting squeeze. “Though marrying someone I once trusted with my life who turned to be an immortal elven not-god who probably thought of me as less than a shadow is not something I could’ve prepared for.”

The next breath she took was shaky and her eyes felt infuriatingly moist. “I’m not saying that I regret my decision. I stood by it then, I do today and I will continue to stand by it until my last day but I’m so… tired of not knowing.” She gave a rueful chuckle. “Worst part? I don’t even think I’ll believe whatever you have to say on the matter either way.”

[dreadwxlf]

@lady-heralds sent: "I don't need to get a thermometer. I have eyes. You look sick." I am ready for Evelyn to look after her elven husband and his first cold. (Lady-Heralds)

~ " I am simply tired, " he insisted, turning back to his work with a very obvious sniffle. Sickness hadn't existed in the time of the ancient elves, and Solas had never experienced anything like it. He felt weak, and had a persistent cough that wouldn't leave; it was decidedly uncomfortable. However, had too much work to do to simply lie about in bed as Evelyn wished. ~

~ " Whatever it is shall resolve on its own, I imagine... ". ~

[lady-heralds]

She was facing away from him when he said that, which she was great full for. He wouldn’t see the pain flash across her face. She could’ve simply left after ensuring that he went to their chambers and had the servants care for him. Instead, she was staying to monitor him herself. Did she still care for him as a friend or was she simply too kind to leave him by himself? It made her feel weak and vulnerable either way. She couldn’t be like that again.

The knock on the door and the servant announcing his presence snapped Evelyn out of her thoughts. She fixed her expression to perfect calm and poise, just as she was raised and trained to. Not wanting to leave his gratitude unanswered, she fell back on an old reply that she’d use since the beginning of their marriage.

“I vowed to care for you in sickness and in health. I’d be a poor wife if I didn’t do these things.” She said, walking to answer the door. She was simply fulfilling her duties. Her father raised her to take her marriage vows seriously. Bann Trevelyan hated his wife but he made his vows and stood by them. He cared for her when she was unwell, never went to another bed or invited someone else into his and he always saw that she was provided for. He raised his daughter to do the same. Evelyn wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince Solas or herself.

[dreadwxlf]

@lady-heralds sent: "I don't need to get a thermometer. I have eyes. You look sick." I am ready for Evelyn to look after her elven husband and his first cold. (Lady-Heralds)

~ " I am simply tired, " he insisted, turning back to his work with a very obvious sniffle. Sickness hadn't existed in the time of the ancient elves, and Solas had never experienced anything like it. He felt weak, and had a persistent cough that wouldn't leave; it was decidedly uncomfortable. However, had too much work to do to simply lie about in bed as Evelyn wished. ~

~ " Whatever it is shall resolve on its own, I imagine... ". ~

[lady-heralds]

Evelyn blinked. She didn’t think she’d make it this far. Oh well, best not question her luck.

“Everyone and every disease is different. I’ve had times where I was throwing up only to be fine the next day and then have a sickness that had me bedridden for weeks. Regardless, resting always makes things easier and faster. Your body needs to focus on healing itself.” After putting his pen away she tugged him to his feet and led him by the hand back to their chambers. On the way she asked a passing servant for a large pitcher of water, a rag and a glass to be brought to their room. Once inside she started digging through Solas’s wardrobe.

“Let’s get you into some more comfortable clothes.” She said, pulling out a sweater and pair of leggings that were quite similar to those he’d worn during the Inquisition, though they were much higher quality. After handing that off to him, (wordlessly telling him to change) she pulled the covers back on the bed so he’d easily be able to get in. “What other symptoms do you have besides a cough and the sniffles? Any stomach pain or nausea? How do you feel temperature wise?” She wanted to get her main concerns out of the way. Temperatures could be signs of something dangerous and she wanted to know if he’d possibly have trouble keeping food down. Best to ask a servant for a bucket to be kept by the bedside regardless. Nothing was worse than that run to the bathroom and not making it.

[dreadwxlf]

@lady-heralds sent: "I don't need to get a thermometer. I have eyes. You look sick." I am ready for Evelyn to look after her elven husband and his first cold. (Lady-Heralds)

~ " I am simply tired, " he insisted, turning back to his work with a very obvious sniffle. Sickness hadn't existed in the time of the ancient elves, and Solas had never experienced anything like it. He felt weak, and had a persistent cough that wouldn't leave; it was decidedly uncomfortable. However, had too much work to do to simply lie about in bed as Evelyn wished. ~

~ " Whatever it is shall resolve on its own, I imagine... ". ~

[lady-heralds]

“Tired and sounding like you’re trying to cough up a lung.” Evelyn said, looking down at the mountain of paperwork he was working on tackling. Though the impish smile had yet to return to her face ever since… everything, it would seem her quips had made an appearance. Perhaps her walls were starting to thin or maybe she was simply softening because Solas was sick. Sick or not, she recognized that he was quite stubborn.

‘So this is what it’s like, trying to get the all powerful leader to stop and look after themselves?’ She’d been quite similar when she was younger and even more so as Inquisitor. But for once, she was the expert, not her husband. At the very least, she was an expert on being sick. She sighed when he said his illness would resolve itself.

“It could, but this will probably get worse before it gets better, especially if you don’t rest.” She placed the back of her hand to his forehead to feel for his temperature. Regardless of whether he had a fever or not, sitting in a chair in his fancy robes was not the best thing for when you were under the weather.

[lady-heralds]

After the Inquisition disbanded Evelyn still found herself receiving guests while in a throne room. Only, now that she was back in her family’s castle, the throne itself wasn’t hers. That honor belonged to her father and considering she was the youngest of several siblings that particular seat was far out of reach. Though many desired an audience with the Herald of Andraste, within these white stone walls, she was simply the youngest daughter of Bann Trevelyan; except now.

For this particular guest she’d pulled out Inquisitor once again. Her blonde hair was pinned in her braided bun and her green eyes were lined with dark makeup as they’d always been even in the early days at Heaven. Though now she had leaned in to her noble woman background, dressed in lush green fabrics with much of it edged with short furs, the cuffs and neckline in particular. Though on account of her missing arm she wore a short, fur lined shoulder cloak that was fastened with a gold chain and horse head to represent her house. The cloak was a brighter shade of green than the rest of her dress, as green as the poisons she lovingly coated her daggers with before going into battle.

As green as the anchor had been.

She was every bit the glittering noblewoman but still very much Inquisitor Trevelyan. She had to be in order to receive her guest. When the doors to the room were opened by a servant and her guest walked in, Evelyn dropped into the familiar curtsy that had been drilled into her head since she was a child, though she maintained direct, stubborn eye contact as opposed to bowing her head and looking away.

“Lord Fen’Harel, you wanted to speak with me in person?” She said neutrally. No more witty quips or teasing smiles from her. Only stone like (and perhaps a little spiteful) formality.

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  ~   Things had changed greatly in the years since the Inquisition disbanded. For one, Solas had reclaimed the mantle of the Dread Wolf; although this time, he was viewed as a savior of the People rather than a betrayer. He and his army had managed to claim a sizable amount of land for their own -- land that he planned to reclaim as Elvhenan, a new homeland for the elves. Slowly, he planned to erode the Veil in this area. Humans, dwarves, and qunari would remain unaffected, and the elves would finally return to their natural state ( at least within the borders of Elvhenan ). ~

  ~   Despite the collapse of the Veil being constrained to Elvhenan, the leaders of the world were not pleased. Solas knew that like Halamshiral of the past, the elves’ new homeland would be invaded and taken. The elves would be able to defend themselves once the Veil fell, but that would take time. Right now, they were vulnerable. Once the other nations settled their own disputes, they would turn their sights towards Elvhenan. ~

  ~   He had to find a way to defend his nation while the Veil eroded. And he believed Evelyn Trevelyan may be able to help him. ~

  ~   Solas had attended countless audiences in ages past, yet still found himself nervous as he approached the Trevelyan receiving room. He had not seen Evelyn since he had removed her arm and revealed himself to be Fen’Harel. Would she be angry with him? Refuse to see him outright? Or would she greet him like the friend he had been to her so long ago? ~

  ~   ( Lord Fen’Harel ) she greeted him. Her formality somehow stung a bit. Solas greeted in turn with his own bow. ~

  ~   “ Lady Trevelyan -- thank you for receiving me. ” He glanced warily to the servants at the other end of the hall. “ ...I have come to discuss a matter that affects both your nation and Elvhenan. I believe it would be best to discuss in private, if possible. ” ~

[lady-heralds]

A part of her was pleased he addressed her as Lady Trevelyan. She never believed herself to be the Herald of Andraste and her days as Inquisitor were long behind her even if she pulled out the persona from time to time. She would always be a Trevelyan, that was a title that would never go away and one that she could more easily mold into whatever she liked. She straightened her posture and brushed away some imaginary dust from her skirt. “How could I say no?” He was the ruler of a sovereign nation and (whatever his opinion in the matter) possessed godlike abilities. He likely could’ve forced his way in though her curiosity was peeked that he’d actually requested her audience as opposed to showing up somewhere in the castle or appearing in her dreams.

At his request she glanced at the servants, who seemed anxious at Solas’s presence and at his request to speak to one of the noblewomen alone. “Everything within these walls works it’s way back to my father eventually, but I can take us somewhere where we can have privacy for a time.” Another servant opened a nearby door for them. Evelyn led Solas outside to the Trevelyan gardens. Though nothing compared to the splendor of the gardens at Halamshiral, these plants were definitely well tended to.

“My personal greenhouse is in a corner of the gardens. Mother never approved of my fascination with deadly plants, she believed it would scare off suitors and that it looked like I was practicing to be a widow at age ten.” While they were out in the open she was keeping the conversation light and simple, nothing crazy until they were in private. “But like with most things, she’ll run her mouth until eventually father gets tired and takes charge, usually giving me what I want so long as he sees a use in it.”

Opening the door with her key (only her personal servant and father had keys as well) she led him into a damp room filled to the brim with Deathroot, Rashvine and other plants used in creating harmful liquids. There were seed packets, watering cans, thick gloves and even old perfume bottles filled with water for the subjects that thrived better under gentle mist than heavy water fall.

She locked the door behind them and crossed her arms, or rather, she tried to. With her other forearm completely gone the pose felt awkward. Instead, she placed her remaining hand on her hip. “So what is it that is so important you decided to request a meeting, a private one at that?” She asked, raising a brow.

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STUPID COMIC HOUR HAS RETUUURNED

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[lady-heralds]

After the Inquisition disbanded Evelyn still found herself receiving guests while in a throne room. Only, now that she was back in her family’s castle, the throne itself wasn’t hers. That honor belonged to her father and considering she was the youngest of several siblings that particular seat was far out of reach. Though many desired an audience with the Herald of Andraste, within these white stone walls, she was simply the youngest daughter of Bann Trevelyan; except now.

For this particular guest she’d pulled out Inquisitor once again. Her blonde hair was pinned in her braided bun and her green eyes were lined with dark makeup as they’d always been even in the early days at Heaven. Though now she had leaned in to her noble woman background, dressed in lush green fabrics with much of it edged with short furs, the cuffs and neckline in particular. Though on account of her missing arm she wore a short, fur lined shoulder cloak that was fastened with a gold chain and horse head to represent her house. The cloak was a brighter shade of green than the rest of her dress, as green as the poisons she lovingly coated her daggers with before going into battle.

As green as the anchor had been.

She was every bit the glittering noblewoman but still very much Inquisitor Trevelyan. She had to be in order to receive her guest. When the doors to the room were opened by a servant and her guest walked in, Evelyn dropped into the familiar curtsy that had been drilled into her head since she was a child, though she maintained direct, stubborn eye contact as opposed to bowing her head and looking away.

“Lord Fen’Harel, you wanted to speak with me in person?” She said neutrally. No more witty quips or teasing smiles from her. Only stone like (and perhaps a little spiteful) formality.

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[dreadwxlf]

@lady-heralds​ sent:  Zara approached Solas’s desk. “Would you be comfortable going back to the Exalted Plains with me?” She asked, trying to be conscious of what happened to Wisdom. “There are a lot of ruins and stuff there, you know more about that than anyone and my attempts at decoding those runes haven’t been… the best.”

     Solas looks up from his work as the Inquisitor approaches him. The Exalted Plains…ah. She worried he would not wish to return after what happened with Wisdom. ~

  ~   “ I have no issue with returning to the Plains – it would be selfish to allow my own feelings to impede your research. But…I thank you for your concern. Your attempt to save Wisdom has comforted me a great deal. ” The elf begins to search through the various tomes on his desk – he is certain there is a compendium of runes somewhere here… ~

  ~   “ Were there any runes in particular you had in mind? ” he asked, handing the qunari a worn, leather-bound book. “ If you recognize any of the runes you’ve seen in there, I may be able to decipher them for you. ” ~

[lady-heralds]

Zara listened attentively to Solas as she turned the pages. Once she felt like she’d be sticking around she sat down on the floor by his chair. Best to get comfy. “Makes sense, but dead people should be dead.” She said, shivering at the thought of undead. She then looked up at Solas and gave him a smile.

“I apologize in advance for the horrible assault my screams are sure to have on your ears.” She said, idly playing with some of her white hair. “Maybe we should find some ear plugs for you, anytime you come with me to places known to have undead.” She played with the belt around her silver armor, just about the only thing she felt comfortable in. When the advisors had shown her the options to wear around Skyhold, this was the only thing that she liked. Apparently she couldn’t wear her usual field armor, something about it being too showy.

She then thought of something. “Can elves move their ears?” She asked. She had a habit of doing that. Among her broad, probing inquiries about the fade and the like, she asked these random little questions. “I once saw a human do it. Blew my little eight year old mind.”

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@lady-heralds​ sent:  Zara approached Solas’s desk. “Would you be comfortable going back to the Exalted Plains with me?” She asked, trying to be conscious of what happened to Wisdom. “There are a lot of ruins and stuff there, you know more about that than anyone and my attempts at decoding those runes haven’t been… the best.”

     Solas looks up from his work as the Inquisitor approaches him. The Exalted Plains…ah. She worried he would not wish to return after what happened with Wisdom. ~

  ~   “ I have no issue with returning to the Plains – it would be selfish to allow my own feelings to impede your research. But…I thank you for your concern. Your attempt to save Wisdom has comforted me a great deal. ” The elf begins to search through the various tomes on his desk – he is certain there is a compendium of runes somewhere here… ~

  ~   “ Were there any runes in particular you had in mind? ” he asked, handing the qunari a worn, leather-bound book. “ If you recognize any of the runes you’ve seen in there, I may be able to decipher them for you. ” ~

[lady-heralds]

Zara smiled and carefully took the journal in her large clawed hands. "There are plenty of other things to handle down in the Plains... but it's nice that you find my curiosity more important than the fade rifts or undead walking around." She said, carefully moving the pages. She was always very aware of her size and how the world sometimes felt too small for her.

The mention of the undead made a shiver run down her spine. "Why do all the places with all the runes have to be crawling with undead?" She asked, remembering when she, Solas, Iron Bull and Varric had gone to the Fallow Mire. Zara had a phobia reasonable dislike for undead. The murky Mire had been filled with panicked screams and fire being thrown everywhere the entire time. She'd face down demons without a problem but one little zombie had her running around and shrieking at the top of her lungs.

[dreadwxlf]

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@lady-heralds​ sent:  “ Shianya had been awake for about a day after the assault on the breach. She’d now finally gotten around to confronting Solas. “You’ve been staring at my Vallaslin pretty much the entire time we’ve known each other. Something you’d like to say?” She asked, raising her scarred brow. (Lady Heralds) [just gotta see Solas’s reaction to a Vallaslin clearly dedicated to Fen’Harel.] ”

  ~   He had been staring at her vallaslin; one clearly dedicated to Fen’Harel. It perturbed him for multiple reasons. Solas had fought for centuries to destroy what the vallaslin represented, and yet here was an elf that bore one with his own symbols. And even more confusing – didn’t the Dalish despise Fen’Harel? For them, the vallaslin was a form of honoring their gods; what clan would honor the Dread Wolf? ~

 ~    “ I apologize, ” he answered after a moment. “ It is just…your vallaslin appears to depict Fen’Harel. I had thought the Dalish feared him. ” ~

[lady-heralds]

Shianya thought for a few moments. With so much forgotten history Fen’Harel could’ve been anything. To talk to him and ask questions would be quite the trip. Whether she’d be scared out of her mind or desperately trying to keep from making all kinds of dog jokes would be a huge factor in their interaction.

But the idea that she could be the first person in history to create a Vallaslin for Fen’Harel was a little daunting. But, she wasn’t going to tell Solas that. “Maybe he’s simply unimpressed with my design.” She said, folding her arms. “My design skills aren’t up to his standards. Am I not pretty enough for the Dread Wolf to take notice of what I’ve done?” She said, snickering. “Or maybe he doesn’t like that I used red, usually used for the Forgotten Ones and all that.”

[dreadwxlf]

@lady-heralds​ sent:  “ Shianya had been awake for about a day after the assault on the breach. She’d now finally gotten around to confronting Solas. “You’ve been staring at my Vallaslin pretty much the entire time we’ve known each other. Something you’d like to say?” She asked, raising her scarred brow. (Lady Heralds) [just gotta see Solas’s reaction to a Vallaslin clearly dedicated to Fen’Harel.] ”

  ~   He had been staring at her vallaslin; one clearly dedicated to Fen’Harel. It perturbed him for multiple reasons. Solas had fought for centuries to destroy what the vallaslin represented, and yet here was an elf that bore one with his own symbols. And even more confusing – didn’t the Dalish despise Fen’Harel? For them, the vallaslin was a form of honoring their gods; what clan would honor the Dread Wolf? ~

 ~    “ I apologize, ” he answered after a moment. “ It is just…your vallaslin appears to depict Fen’Harel. I had thought the Dalish feared him. ” ~

[lady-heralds]

Shianya groaned in frustration, an amused smile slipping onto her lips. "And here I was hoping to ride a twenty foot tall, black wolf with six red eyes into battle." She said smirking. "I'd be sure to give him plenty of ear scratches and fancy dog treats from Orlais, only the best for the Dread Wolf and his assistance."

She paused. "When you say 'his Vallaslin' I wonder, did he ever have a Vallaslin dedicated to him? I assume the gods didn't always hate him so maybe." Or was she quite literally the first to give Fen'Harel a Vallaslin?