#lavendel

[loustica-lucia]

DATV — Brona's Blooms

"They're beautiful, like you." (Antoine & Evka Ivo)

I FINALLY DREW THEM!!!! (After 3.5 years.)

[bhloomest]

[merrinla]

The only song in the game is sung by Cida Ciconia in the Cobbled Swan, and only if the player saved Minrathous. But according to the script, you could hear Anderfels folk song in Lavendel - Bones Beneath the Creek. In the release version, it only exists in the codex - 3 verses, 1 chorus and Lavendel's version. The one who was supposed to sing in Lavendel was meant to perform all of them. It's unknown whether it was voiced, because nothing remains of this idea except lines of text.

Someone in the village is asking for a song Speaker 1: This place could use a song, couldn't it? Speaker 2: A song, a story—whatever's needed. After that, someone sings Bones Beneath the Creek Verse 1 Paths can lie and shadows hum, who knows which fates are bleak? Would Ella, lost, now soon become more bones beneath the creek? Verse 2 She saw the strange light dancing, she thought she heard it speak: "Come now, Ella, we are prancing... from bones beneath the creek." Verse 3 Is that fresh stew, is that your bride? Is that the home you seek? When Ella left, the spirit cried... for bones lost in the creek. Chorus "When heart beats hard on ribcage wall and you are feeling weak... Follow me and don't recall the bones beneath the creek." Lavendel's version "Who am I?" the echo asked, for I had asked it, too. "You are me," I echoed back, "Or maybe I am you." "Who am I?" the Echo asked, when I said not a word. "Worry not, for I am you," the Echo soon assured. "And I know where the gold was lost, and I know what you carry... And I know where to dig the hole, and what you plan to bury." "Who are you?" I echo back to a voice now far away. And wait to hear an answer from the place where secrets lay.

[fotodieter-fotos]

Schmetterling @ Lavendel

Butterfly @ Lavender

[hustlemeanokay]

Lavendel . Hossberg Wetlands . Locations - Dragon Age Veilguard

[epiphany-jones]

Rookanis Week Day 3: Warmth/Touch/Romance

Thank you to @rookanis-week for hosting!

Title: Flowers Amidst Thorns Rating: G (will become E by the end of the week) Words: 1,031 (2,686 total) Warnings: None

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Antiva, depending on who you asked, did not have a winter. It was true that Brynnlaw was as north as Qarinus and just as balmy, and Seleny, though south, sat sheltered by the river valley it commanded—but the cities of the Rialto Bay got cold. Chilled air flowed north up the Amaranthine coast and flowed west, funneled by the wall of Rivain; the warm southerly currents of the Boeric spent themselves against the broad northern coast, those kind breezes long cooled by the time they reached southern shores. Treviso might not see as deep a frost as Starkhaven or Highever come Wintermarch, but it did still see it. What the Hossberg Wetlands called winter was something else entirely. Lucanis, freezing in his leathers, could not comprehend it as the same season. The cold here was insidious, clammy and cloying down to the bones, the wind working its way into his collar no matter how deeply he shrugged into his cloak. Spite was little more than a distressed and furious muttering, its presence tight-curled and withdrawn as the demon pulled as far back as it could get from the marble-chill gooseflesh of his skin. Even Grey Hold itself seemed to radiate the icy damp. The Wardens had patched the ruin as best they could with the scant time and available hands they had, but a draft still flowed though the weary stones, and every fire in the keep seemed to struggle to warm anything past its own grate. The rag rugs and hangings the survivors had put up were better than nothing, and he was glad for their presence, but they did not bring what he would call comfort. Rook and Davrin, of course, seemed unaffected by the miserable weather, as did the rest of their Order. Lucanis could not help but feel a flash of sullen resentment at the thought. That was unfair. He could have said no when she'd invited him along. His blades were less well-suited to the work of clearing darkspawn than Taash's flames would have been, but they had been speaking softly with Harding when Rook had walked into the kitchen. Her eyes had landed on them consideringly before sliding to his, and he'd gone to grab his armor without so much as a frown.

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[postcardsfromheapside]

Something about coming back to this son, who had been brokenly telling his comatose father stories all throughout game, and finding the father finally awake and both of them relieved to see each other still there, and alive, just wrecked me.

[the-northern-continent]

Still thinking about the worldstates where Leliana dies over the Sacred Ashes. She still has the same crisis of faith in Inquisition, still wonders if the blooming rosebush she saw in Lothering was really a sign of hope amidst the Blight, still wonders if she imagined it all. But also, the titans’ song echoes through her, alive and whole, even as the lyrium under Haven flushes red, and in the epilogue she turns into a flock of birds and flies away.

And when the Blight is pushed back in Lavendel, the first thing to return is the flowers.

(and a flock of birds)