prompt time: for Aeneris Lavellan x Solas, or anyone you like: 'First warm breath of the dawn'
Thank you for the prompt! Here's a bit of sensory exploration, with some pre-Solavellan.
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Dawn is cresting pale pink over the horizon when Aeneris wakes, tops of the grass stalks brittle-white around her bedroll, frost's touch leaving an icy halo where her body's heat failed to reach overnight.
The long, deep breath sears her lungs. To think that the clan will be rising under trees with only half-fallen leaves, this time of year.
To think that she prefers it here.
A rustle of furs in the halo next to hers tells her Solas is awake. His rumpled grimace is that of a man who has known rough sleeping, but never loved it, as she has.
"Inquisitor?" he lilts, voice mussed with sleep.
She smiles, and no longer thinks of home.
