Vhenan“So if I pull on some of the Fade strings enough, I might be able to create something out of the ethereal energy,,” Saelyn said, half to herself, eyes glowing as she rambled on about her favorite subject. “Maybe like a boulder or something.”
Blackwall only smiled. He didn't understand why she chose him of all people to come and discuss her magical with at the end of the day, but he was glad for the company even if half the words out of her mouth made no sense. It was enough to see her happy and to hear her voice. He continued to whittle away at the wood carving in his hands. It was supposed to be a griffon but it was starting to look more deer-like.
“I'm sorry, I must be boring you,” she said, looking at him embarrassedly.
He shook his head. She was cute when she blushed. “No, it's fine. The company's always welcome.”
“Still, this is probably something I should be talking about with Dorian or Solas.”
“You and Solas are p
Revelations-AftermathSaelyn numbly went into her room and closed the door behind her. It was only a day trip to Val Royaux on horseback, which accounted for how they beat Blackwall to the city since he opted to go on foot. Or should she call him Thom Ranier now?
She walked up the stairs on shaky legs and collapsed face first on the bed, trying to block the waning rosy sunset from her eyes. It was too cheerful for a day like this. Too romantic.
She had known he was a criminal- try as he might Blackwall wasn't that good at hiding the fact that he had a past. Saelyn also knew he was ashamed of that past, but had hoped through their budding relationship that he would trust her enough to open up. He had in some ways, but this?
She would never be able to erase the sight of him behind bars. Nor the pain in his slate blue eyes as he confessed not only to the world, but to her what he had done. And how he would barely meet her face when she saw him, broken, in that cell.
And now he was going to die.
DA:I- StarsSaelyn found comfort in the stars, particularly the constellations. Keeper Istimaethoriel indulged her occasionally by telling her the elven names of the ones over the Free Marches, and she begged Hahren Valen to tell her stories about how the constellations came to be so often he wrote it down for her in a book. The stars here in the south of Ferelden were only slightly different from those she could see in the Free Marches. Most of them were familiar but they rose differently in the sky than further north. There were a handful on the western horizon that she didn’t recognize and she was grateful that one of the few books the clerks had rescued from Haven had been a book on maps of the sky. Sister Juliana had happily allowed her to borrow any book from the rescued pile she wanted, even suggesting a few titles. While Saelyn still hated being called Herald, it did have its advantages.
At night, after weary days of trudging through calf-deep snow and trying to keep Inquisition spir