Avalon or Solas or Felassan or Abelas (or any combo of t h i c c thigh boi) building a roundhouse. Bonus points if Felassan was conscripted into helping and disappears at some point. Upon investigating they find Felassan inside sipping on a tasty drink and s n a c c. Ancient shenaanannangians >:D
Oh man, this was a tasty challenge. Here’s a quick mess for your indulgence.
The raised voices broke her peace in the new garden and Ara’lan had to investigate. Construction had been happening in stops and starts ever since the Breach was closed. People still flocked to the Inquisition’s banner and if more of them had pointed ears than others, then at least no one said anything about it. This was more than the sounds of builders, though. She followed it down the path until she came upon a sight that froze her in place.
Solas stood on a rock, looking from the building to a parchment in his hands. From the depth of his frown, she could tell he wasn’t pleased. It was his voice she heard, bickering in sharp tones with Abelas. The former Sentinel and his old friend Avalon were bare to the waist, impervious to the chill biting in the air as they worked. While the elders argued, the younger seemed quite content to continue packing clay into the woven wood walls. He was whistling a happy little tune, too. The structure was growing to be a simple mud hut with a strong, peaked thatch roof. A couple of small families would be kept warm and safe inside through the mountain winters.
Why they were the ones doing construction, and why they were arguing about it, was too interesting a puzzle to pass up. Ara’lan crept quietly closer, ducking behind a boulder to listen in.
“The entrance needs to be at the south wall,” Abelas grumbled. “Facing east will catch the wind and drafts will linger.”
“I have enough experience building in this climate to know differently,” Solas offered back a bit louder than before. “These plans have been used for ages without concern.”
“Respectfully, there was magic to secure the entrance then. We are lacking in that luxury now.”
“We will not be once I enchant the walls. Unless, of course, you never finish constructing them.”
It was so ridiculous she had to clap a hand over her mouth to hold in a giggle. Whatever possessed them to take on this project, she couldn’t guess.
“They’re a mess, aren’t they?”
He whispered so close to her ear she felt his breath on her neck and squeaked in surprise. Turning quickly, she caught Felassan’s grin as he peeked around the edge of her hiding place.
“What are they doing?” she whispered back.
“They got into an argument about human and dwarven construction techniques. Gatsi dared them to prove him wrong.” Felassan shrugged. “They’ve been at it for hours.”
“How did you avoid being involved?”
He laughed softly. “Oh, I’m helping. I was sent to get snacks and water.”
She narrowed her eyes at his completely unrepentant grin. He was carrying no such supplies. “And where are they now?”
“I got hungry on the way back.” He winked at her and produced a cookie from one of his many pockets. “Last one if you want it.”
