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commanderofthegrxy
Thick trees and creatures with soft white fur. There are people who love me, who care for me but none more than he. His gentle eyes and warm laugh...filled my life with light. Creators- we were meant to be.
These small daydreams came to her often and her hands curved around her cup. Certainly they weren’t hers- she wasn’t quite sure where they came from or why. Still, the warmth that spread in her chest was always replaced with dread, as though those good dreams were always going to be replaced with something far worse, something far more sinister. It had eaten up Jane’s time until she found herself calling up the elven warden for her companionship. Perhaps she might have some insights the others did not. Certainly she could’ve called up Anders, or perhaps Hawke, but...it didn’t seem like something they could tackle.