Solas returns
Lavellan carefully inspects herself in the mirror, making sure nothing is out of place. Her ashen hair neatly tied up in a french braid tucked with flowers. A festival is being held in the emerald forest by the dalish, and it is important that the inquisitor attends. “Are you ready for this silly elfy thing Herald?”, chimes a voice from behind. Lavellan turns around and laughs at the remark as she walks over to greet her friend. Sera is leaning against the stone wall near the steps of the inquisitors chambers. She is dressed in her signature red outfit, her bow resting on her back accompanied by her quiver of arrows. “Nice outfit”, says Sera. Lavellan was wearing a light green dalish outfit, that fitted perfectly around her thin waist, the sleeve folded up where her hand and the mark once was. “Thanks”, the Lavellan replied, giving Sera a half grin.
Lavellan and Sera made their way to the gates of Skyhold where they met with Iron Bull and Cassandra before they departed to the Emerald forest. It was already dark when they arrived at the festival. There were fairy lights everywhere that lit up the whole grove. There were elves dancing and singing and laughter and joy filled the air. Wonderfully scented smells came from every direction. Tables were decked with candles, fruits, meats, cheeses and wine. Iron Bull and Sera immediately proceeded to tasting all the different wines together. Pillows and furs were placed on the ground around the tables. Cassandra found a cosy spot to read one of Varrics books, probably in one of the caravans or tents that encircled the entire grove. Many fireplaces could be seen where food was carefully being prepared.
Lavellan was surprised when no one seemed to take note of her arrival. Relieved that no one would notice if she slipped away, she made her way to the edge of the grove where she sat on the grass and gazed up at the stars and full moon. Even with all the joy that was the festival, she felt sad. She missed him, Solas, Fen’Harel, whatever he called himself. “Ma harel lasa”, she whispered to herself as her eyes filled with tears. “Vhenan”, the word echoed inside her head. Did she hear that? Where did it come from? “Vhenan!”, the word louder this time. Lavellan jumped to her feet, her eyes scanning the forest. She didn’t need a weapon, she was a mage. Her hand started glowing with purple electricity as she got ready for something to happen. Behind her the party continued, oblivious to her absence.
In front of her in the distance the moonlight irradiated a white wolf. Lavellan, frozen in place stared at the sight. The wolf realising it had been seen, moved quickly back into the forest. Lavellan, immediately started running as fast as she could after the wolf. Deeper into the emerald forest, the trees became thicker until most of the stars couldn’t be seen anymore. Out of breathe, and no longer having the wolf in her sights she fell to the forest floor in a pool of tears.
A few minutes passed as the Lavellan collected herself and stood up. Exhausted she turned around to return the way she came, and a figure emerged from the darkness into the moonlight. “Ir abelas, vhenan”, Solas said as he slowly walked towards her. She stared in astonishment, wondering whether she was in the fade and this was all a dream. “I have a gift for you”, he said as he walked up to her, leaving almost no space between them. She stood staring at him, still not knowing what to do or say, her mind completely blank. He gently brushed a dangling hair that had fallen from her plait behind her ear as he whispered, “I am very sorry, my heart”. Lavellan, finally feeling something looked deep into his eyes. He could see her pain and he felt it too, that is why he returned. She looked at him longingly and said with sadness in her heart “why have you come?". He carefully lifted up her arm where the mark once was and unfolded the material to touch her skin. His eyes once again met hers as they glowed with a flash of light. She looked down, amazed to find that she had a hand once more. “Thank you Solas. Ir tel’him”, she said gratefully placing her hand on his cheek. “Ar lath ma, vhenan. I should have never left”, Solas said full of sorrow. A tear ran down his cheek and Lavellan lightly brushed it away with her thumb. “It’s okay”, she replied meeting his gaze. “I will never leave you again, I promise”, he said suddenly grabbing her by the waist as he pulled her tightly against his muscular body. She closed her eyes as their lips met in a passionate kiss. She wrapped her arm around his neck and kissed him, letting go of all her heartache, knowing that she had received her happy ending. "Ar lath ma”, she whispered to him. "I love you too my heart", he replied.