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[lavellanoftherift]

It had been about a month since the tension from the bog. Berk had gladly taken the book that was offered to her about what happens in the bog and she ate the information hungrily.

Li was right though, she had nightmares about the horror. Faces appearing out of the water where was dragged down before she was always jolted awake. Berk understood completely why she was sent there, but the faint feeling of resentment still stood in her chest every time she looked at Li for not letting her know what she was walking into.

She had become more withdrawn from everything the more she learned about the world around her. Berk understood what they were fighting this war for, but she was letting it get inside of her head.

Standing in the courtyard she faced one of the mannequins that was used for target practice. It had become her only friend in that month as she moved her staff letting a ring of fire appear under the mannequin before letting it engulf the fabric with flames, but it never lasted long. The flames never stayed.

Letting out a frustrated scream, she finally threw the wooden staff letting it hit a tree as the red ring disappeared and she sat in front of the training dummy.

"I know...I keep getting inside my own head..." she bitched to the dummy like it would speak back. "I gotta breathe, but I know I gotta hang onto that anger to let that fire hit you...fuck..." Laying on her back, she focused on the dummy just staring blankly at it.

Her eyes showed the fatigue the most, the circles under her eyes becoming darker and more apparent. Dark hair that she used to take care of with the resources they had now just stayed tied up so it was out of her way.

"Yeah yeah, I keep having the nightmares, it'll be fine. They'll stop...eventually..."

Her ears twitched as if the dummy was continuing the conversation, "You know damn well I can't tell Li about that! They'll make me stay here and I wanna help!" Her voice sounded like a child whining because she didn't get her way for a moment, "I swear to god if you tell Li I will make sure I incinerate you for every fiber you're worth. You gotta promise..."

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[lavellanoftherift]

"Li."

It was a curt sound coming from a soldier's mouth. They stepped forward to them shyly being new to the Inquisition and put a letter in front of them.

On the front was just a simple Skyhold written on it.

Inside the letter was Solas' handwriting.

Hello.

I hope everyone is well. I know my departure was abrupt and probably caused a stir and I apologize for that. I write now to see if there would be a way to meet with you.

I know Vhenan would want to accompany you, and I would want to seize her from coming, but I know I would not be able to stop either you or her.

A letter would suffice with an answer. I realize there is no way for you to considerably return this letter, but I will get it in my own way.

Solas

The soldier had immediately left as soon as they dropped off the letter not wanting to intrude on the privacy of the letter.

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❝ no. ❞ it was a simple yet effective statement. everything that painted the inquisitor as someone sent by andraste herself, someone to be held on a pedestal to fix all that had been broken. it wasn't the chantry that painted perfection. at least, not entirely. it was much more than that: the point of their ears.

❝ every mural painted of you attempted to hide that you are elven. ❞ some censored their ears outright. ❝ that you were human. not one of us. ❞ untouchable. perfect. absolute.

he ran his hand across the desk, littered with documents. ❝ you were a force to be reckoned with. that behind closed doors, the almighty inquisitor would never appear so mortal. ❞ but the other... the other was just another elf. they could have been a slave, had they been born in a less fortunate region. ❝ your army spoke highly of you. your advisors, too. all of them. that only confirmed those beliefs. ❞

his eyes drifted at the other's absent arm before furrowing his brow. ❝ at your peak, you were an unstoppable force. perfect. which is why i ask once more: where. is. hawke? ❞

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   To be sent as a messenger more an insult than anything else. To send him of all people as if he wasn’t already busy enough with all the insufferable internal conflict, yes, just wipe away all the credit for his actions stopping the idiotic “plan” of the late Orlesian warden-commander as well. He did ever need to be reminded that this life was still a punishment for surviving their little ritual. A once hero now nothing more than an errand boy, oh how the mighty fall. 

   No use in idling about grumbling over the way things turned out, he would fall to a darkspawn eventually and be relived of this atonement one day. A day that couldn’t come soon enough if this was a sign of how things would be still. Greaves falling hard against the stone as he moves through the halls in search of the letter’s recipient, not wishing it to leave the thing with the one-track seeker nor the foolish boy commander even if it meant playing this role longer than he desired.

   It is with a mental sigh of mixed relief and exhaustion that he finds the Inquisitor. His shoulders slumping slightly from their tensed position as he finally stands before the elf- keeping of course as much distance as the man could. 

   ❝Inquisitor.❞

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