#santinalia

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•DAY 21• •FEAST DAY•

"Inquisitor, I hope this letter finds you well. It has come to my attention that your companions and yourself would not be available for the Santinalia celebrations. It would be a shame if you did not get to experience any of the traditions this year. Thus, I hope you find this gift most useful! signed, A friend~"

~•~ Was she expecting a bunch of confetti? No. Was she impressed? Also no

[kierarutherford]

Santinalia time

A Santinalia short, set in the time between the defeat of Corypheus and Trespasser. Done on my phone so sorry about spelling. Enjoy! Cullen finished wrapping the bright green ribbon around the small box on his desk. He hadn't taken part in the festive act of gift giving in ages, not since he was a young boy with his parents in Honneleath. It brought a ting of pain and joy staring down at the small box. He couldn't believe he managed to get away to Val Royeux without her knowing. He quickly placed the box in his clock pocket and extinguished the candles around the room. Taking in a deep breath he marched out the door across the rampart towards Solas's rotunda. Solas had long been gone but the room had remained as if he'd never left, walls covered in elaborate paintings and a brazier of veil fire still burning brightly. Cullen paid it little attention as he entered the main hall, the smell of mulled wine and honey glazed roast filling his nose. Kiera had asked Josephine to make it more festive in the hall and she was all too excited to do it. Fresh flowers and sprigs of greenery decorated the hall, a large tree standing tall beside the throne. He smiled remembering how Kiera had bounced around and gleefully squealed in delight at all the work Josephine had put into accommidating her. The hall was quiet now save for a few people around a couple tables, quietly enjoying a cup of warm mulled wine. Cullen walked towards her door taking several deep breaths to steady himself. Since Corypheus's defeat the hall had been busier as of late and he had lost time with her that he desperately wanted to make right. Opening the door to her room he could hear her singing away. He remembered the old songs sung around the heath with his sisters and brother. He began to hum along as he climbed the steps as quietly as he could. When he reached the top he saw her bent over her desk working away at something, "I do hope you aren't busy this evening, Inquisitor." Kiera shot up and covered the item before her, "sweet Maker! I didn't hear you enter, no peeking!" She waves her hands out for him to turn around, "I'm almost done then I'll be right with you," she grinned widely as she turned back to her work. Cullen smiled and turned his back to her, waiting patiently. It gave him the chance to go over what he wanted to say and to build up his courage once again. She silently finished wrapping her gift and turned walking silently over to him she rand her fingers down his back, very glad he hadn't worn him full armor, "ok turn around," she purred holding her gift out, "happy Santinalia ma vhenan'ara." She waited for him to take it from her hands, her cheeks flushed a bright red, "open it!" Cullen smiled back at her as he carefully untied the bow and lifted the lid to the small box, "oh Kiera!" he sighed pulling out a small pair of baby booties, "are you?" Kiera nodded frantically, "yes! Please tell me you're excited, Maker I may faint dead away if you don't. I've been wanting to tell you for the last week!" Cullen dropped to his knees, gently touching her belly, "I haven't the words," he choked back his emotions, his throat clenching tight. "Did you bring something Santinalia?" Kiera's eyes saw the bright green bow sticking out of his cloak pocket. "Oh! Yes!" Cullen reached in and pulled it out, "open it, please," his face was flushed pink as he held up the small box in one hand and rubbed his neck tightly with his other hand. Kiera carefully pulled the ribbon off the box and slipped the lid back. As the lid tumbled to the floor she let out a squeak. "Kiera Lavellan, would you do me the honor of being Mrs. Kiera Rutherford?" He reached up and held her hand tightly in his. Kiera began to sob, tears pouring from her eyes as she crumpled into him, "Maker yes!" Cullen couldn't be happier and for the first time since he was a small boy he knew every Santinalia would be the best Santinalia ever.