Kiss Kiss Fall In Love The inn is just your average side-of-the-Imperial-Highway affair, but it might as well be a seat at the Maker’s side for how happy you are to see it. You have to stay behind the others a bit to see the mounts into the stables; it takes a bit for you to convince the stable master that you need an elven stablehand, specifically, to handle the harts. Derreck might have absolutely…
“How are you adjusting to all this travel?” Solas wants to know. You’re taking a bit of a break from reading, for your voice’s sake if nothing else. You’ve flopped down a bit listlessly on your bedroll; Solas is sitting upright on the blanket you leave out for Cole on the off-chance he actually needs it. He’s towards the center of the tent, just so that he can sit up without his head hitting the…
You manage to get the horses saddled, thanks to Blackwall and Dorian’s help. The two of them keep their petty bickering to a minimum, to your relief. It’s not that you don’t believe Dorian has been a prat to Blackwall; you’re pretty sure he has, actually, because he’s been a prat to you, too. But so has Blackwall. So has pretty much everyone here. Can no one else see a foot in the mouth for…
Assistance Your good mood carries you for a few hours, but you’re still moving pretty fast on a mount a bit larger than you’re accustomed to. By mid-afternoon, you’re sore and miserable all over again. Only this time you’re feeling less shy and more comfortable voicing your complaints, loudly, since neither the Inquisitor nor Seeker Pentaghast are within earshot. “I’m not built for this,” you grumble. “I’m built for remarkably few things, actually, but this…
You don’t leave the tree for a while. It’s relaxing, being up here. Reminds you of other trees and other people, but that doesn’t matter, because one friend in a tree is much the same as any other. At one point, Cassandra comes to check on the two of you—and let you know Solas has gone to sleep, so you don’t need to fear retribution for the prank you were very obviously the cause of—but…
Partons en courant By the time you quit riding for the day, you’re dead on your feet. Or, well, dead on your ass, anyway. You quite literally fall off of Vhas, slumping off of him and collapsing directly onto the ground to just sort of. Lay. For a while. Without having to move. He bends his head down to you, snuffing directly into your face, then snorting, getting you nice and disgustingly covered in saliva.…
Friends and Family Bandits, bandits. Always, it’s bandits. A toss up as to whether they’ll be a threat, a laugh, or a good time. Maybe a combination of the three this time because they might be able to do you a bit of harm, but that just means you have more of an excuse to defend yourself. You’ve had to be so careful since you left Rivain, but surely now you’re justified in cutting loose…
You don’t know how long you’ve been running through the woods, and you can’t remember why you’re running. Are you chasing someone? You thought you might have seen someone flit through the woods, elven ears definite in their outline, and you have a certain desperation in your chest. But you could just as easily be running. There’s a lot to run from. Sometimes it feels like running is what you’ve been doing since the day…
And Start Solas walks you to your room after your little… Whatever it was. Event. Fit. Embarrassing mental breakdown. You might stand closer to him than necessary and tell yourself it was because of the cold night air. You might want him to stay with you, might want to curl up against him and pretend it’s fine, might want more of that beautifully physical comfort he peppers you with ever since Val Royeaux. But this…
Hold Me Here The coin sits heavy in your pocket, but it’s a comforting reminder. That much coin will make running so much safer… and if nothing goes wrong, you can come back to an even bigger pile at the end. Thinking about it objectively… You’ve traveled across dangerous terrain alone before. The biggest risk isn’t surviving, it’s surviving undiscovered… as you well know. You’ll have to give a lot of thought to how much…