the cosleeping is what she misses most about the clan, late at night when the wind is whistling through the frostbacks, almost deafening despite the balcony doors being tightly shut — as tight as they can be, for being an ancient structure. skyhold does feels homey, like leftover magic racing across her skin after tending the hearth; there is an air about it that calms her anxiety during the day, but the evening feels different, like something that happened here still sits, lingering in the soft breaths of the veil.
restless, vhen'ara tosses. one shoulder, and then the other, on her back staring at the ceiling. it must be nearly midnight now, and her eyes do not shut, adjusted to the dark of the stone. a deep breath: she doesn't want to be alone tonight. feet slip out of bed, padding over to the chaise where she grabs a wool blanket, draping it across her shoulders. just a quick loop, she tells herself, a few moments up and about and then sleep will come. barefoot still, down the stairs, hands on the door as she opens and —
“ oh, gods! ” a quick step back, spooked at the sight of @feladaras standing there, hand poised as if to grab for the handle. her own hand up to cover her mouth at the outburst before shoulders slump in relief, “ ashara! i know i've joked about getting you a bell before, but i'm seriously considering it now. ”
