#mahon lavellan

[rennybu]

long night, pale morning

[fawllyn]

BE QUIET!!! they're napping

Mahon belongs to @rennybu uwu

[acathea]

In the DA Discord server we love one (1) elf, and that’s @rennybu‘s Mahon ;w;

[goblinloreremade]

@rennybu hi i love him Very Much

[jawsandbones]

for @rennybu​

He sits cross legged and picks a long strand of grass between his fingers. The halla are slow to approach, but approach they do, carefully herd around him. Vines twist up old ruins, and trees have made their home in the remains of paths forgotten. A breeze sweeps up the side of the cliff, brings part of the river with it. This place wears its scars well. Wounds that will never heal, never be forgotten. Still, the halla bring their babies with them, and it’s easy to put the history of the Dirth to the side, for now.

Standing on sure legs, unsure behind their mothers. Regarding him as they chew on the grass, coming to some sort of decision about him. Walking forward, and Mahon stays still as they investigate his clothes, his hair. One puts a hoof on his knee, raises itself up, a cold snout at his cheek. After a moment, it clambers into his lap, curls up in the crook of his legs. Mahon plucks another blade of grass, presents it to the fawn. He remembers the teachings, bids the halla for its trust. The grass is accepted, and friendship given.

The halla look up at the intruder upon their earth. Pawing at the ground, flicking ears as they judge this one. Dorian walks slowly, moves carefully, and quietly takes a seat at Mahon’s side. Mahon smiles, and it seems his ease gives the rest of them calm as well. “You certainly do lure all sorts,” he says, “it’s almost a little frightening.” Mahon laughs as he rubs the nose of the one trying to eat the shoulder of his tunic.

“Frightening how?”

“Before we know it, you’ll be recruiting the Red Templars.”

“I doubt that,” Mahon says, the chuckle wrapping around each and every word. He carefully picks up the small halla, and promptly lays it in Dorian’s lap. It makes itself comfortable, folding against him, nibbling on part of his cloak. A wide grin bursts across his face at Dorian’s look of almost abject terror. His arms raised and away from it, as though he’s afraid to lower then, and Dorian is stone still. “It’s not going to hurt you.”

“That’s comforting,” Dorian says, looking between it and Mahon. Dorian’s always liked the sound of his laugh. Bright and unrestrained, as Mahon reaches for Dorian’s hand, brings it down to rest against the halla’s back. It looks upwards at him, such round dark eyes, and large expressive ears flutter. No horns yet to be found, its head smooth and soft. The first pet is slow, down its back, but finally, the hard line of Dorian’s shoulders ease. Relaxing into it, smiling even, as the halla rests its head on his thigh, and closes its eyes.

“I was apprenticed to the halla caretaker,” Mahon says as he shifts. One leg stretched out, the other bent, his elbow resting on his knee. “I helped deliver a baby, once. I was so scared it wasn’t going to make it, that I was going to muck it up somehow. But it was fine. Got right up on its legs and went to bother its mother for food.” The smile spreads across his face at the memory, and he lets his head rest against his hand, his gaze drifting to the halla in Dorian’s lap. “I was so worried it was going to fall over, that’s how much it wobbled. It leaned against my leg to steady itself as it drank.” 

“I’m sure the herd absolutely adored you,” Dorian says.

“I hope so.” It’s impossible not to know so. Who wouldn’t? Dorian looks down at the halla as it moves, standing, leaping from his lap. Circling back to its mother, weaving between her legs.

“If you asked, I’m sure Josephine would find some room for halla,” he says. Mahon puts a hand against his shoulder as he leans over, and laughs.

“Halla would hate Skyhold, I think. What would they even do there?”

“It was just a suggestion,” he says, and it only makes Mahon laugh harder.

“Yes, right, I’m very funny,” Dorian says as he playfully pushes him away. Mahon pushes back, and as their voices rise, laughter grows, the halla slowly drift, back down into the plain.

[catrasfreckles]

its oc kiss week :’))))

love u @rennybu

[mirandemia]

Had a shitty day. Drawing @rennybu ‘s Mahon and Nuala made it better

[kurogoesinthedas]

HO HO HO here comes the Secret Santa gift for @rennybu! Hi, I’m your santa! :D  Drawing Mahon has been a pleasure, I so hope you like it! Thank you @santa-age for hosting this event!