Solas, how does a wolf regret?
Woo-fully
Speak to Solas // Always Accepting
He may even feel furlorn. Howling over his missed-steaks, whenever he should paws to consider. Truly, it is a ruff existence, a tail of tragedy.
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Solas, how does a wolf regret?
Woo-fully
Speak to Solas // Always Accepting
He may even feel furlorn. Howling over his missed-steaks, whenever he should paws to consider. Truly, it is a ruff existence, a tail of tragedy.
Solas and his approvals/disapprovals never cease to amuse me
A scene from my fic where Alysanne, (my Inquisitor’s teenage daughter and Solas’ ward) wakes up, throws her blanket around her and goes down to the training grounds in search of her brother, Bryce. She finds Solas watching Bryce train and stands with him, but being still bleary eyed and not so bushy tailed, she leans on Solas and semi-dozes on his shoulder. Solas looks down at her, amused.
Solas, what's a wolf's favorite tree?
A lu-pine.
Speak to Solas // Always Accepting
Hah... You managed something clever. Good job.
Ironina had a habit of going in and out of the library for various references to study, so it was not an oddity to see her there. Yet she paused in the rotunda, not headed upstairs quite yet. Instead, she made her way to Solas and not saying a word as he turned to her, she pulled him down to her height, slightly raising onto her toes. She pressed a slow, heated kiss to his lips, letting it linger for a heated second or so before pulling away. "Too tall." A smirk laced her lips as she walked off.
Solas had more or less stopped noticing all the times Ironina would come and go from his rotunda. So when she came up to him, it took a second for him to register her presence. The kiss came, much to his surprise, just as he parted his lips to ask what is was she had come for. Asked and answered, he supposed, as he was pulled down to her level. He was surely surprised but he made no move to pull away. As the kiss broke, he could think of nothing to say, and only stared dumbly as she spoke, smirked and walked off, leaving him to wonder where all of that came from.
If you were to have a son, what kind of qualities would you hope for him to have?
I would want him to be strong, confident, fair but practical, logical, clever... There is in an endless list of qualities I would hope to instill in him. More than anything, I would hope he finds a purpose.. There are few things which make life worth living aside from a passion to drive you. Whatever he may come to value, I hope he never lacks the ambition to pursue it.
Solas, do you have any thoughts on why the raw fade is green(ish) rather than another color... or is there no particular reason to it?
The Fade stores nearly all source of magical energy. It is also, more or less, a fabrication of reality, constructed and detailed by spirits trying to reflect our reality. I regret that I do not have a definite answer for you. Yours is a question few have thought to ask.. which is admirable, but it means you must suffer my speculation. Perhaps it is green because the essence of dreams and magical energy is as such. Or perhaps, simply, the spirits enjoy the color green. If it serves any function over any other color is less a matter of philosophy and logic and more a matter of scientific thought. And thus I suggest you ask Dorian. He may be able to provide insight that I lack.
The only good thing about Orlais is their pastries.
Hah, I could hardly disagree.