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[goethbeforethefall]

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Solas The Dread Wolf Fen'Harel

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[loosed]

Such as?

[goethbeforethefall]

Really?

[You're really going to make him do this? You're an asshole.]

I killed a friend. He was Rook's mentor— though I suspect most of them have only the potential loss of the Veil for personal motivation.

[loosed]

[ How was he supposed to know it would be something Solas was sad about?

Other than knowing Solas for more than ten minutes. Other than that.

Anyway, dodging the subject of the expansion of the Killed Friend Club for the moment. ]

I can’t imagine why they might take that personally.

[goethbeforethefall]

Do you think it is possible that I have not understood that I am the only one who still sees things this way?

[He is so, so tired. It really would have been better never to wake.]

I missed these discussions.

[loosed]

There's my god of lies.

[goethbeforethefall]

Do not. Ugh.

[Disgusted noise]

Was there anything else you wanted to know, or did you only make contact to mock me?

[loosed]

Nothing that can't wait.

[ Do you ever have trouble settling down to rest because you're sleeping in trees in a new and unfamiliar world without any of the magic you rely on to not die and also you're used to years of regularly checking in with the guy who killed you to update him on your progress in the grand restoring/destroying the world plan? No? Just Felassan?

That's fine. ]

[goethbeforethefall]

If you would prefer a less observable venue.

[He can tell, more or less, that he isn't welcome in general. And fair enough, he has his own business to attend to in the Fade, even if he still had nothing to do both day and night, except to wander and scheme and wait for Felassan to check in.

...but there's a difference between showing up, and being invited.]

I found the manner of mortal, magicless dreaming to be... challenging. [He hated it, hated being unaware, unable affect or to remember most of it. Solas had never experienced that kind of profound loss of mental orientation without the use of drugs or magic or terrible injury.] Though I understand this perspective to be unreasonable.

[Beleth had words, he doesn't need to say.]

[loosed]

I used to set wards against the Fade and chew shemadin'an [ a word I have just made up for whatever herb he could use to prevent dreams ] whenever I did not want to talk to you.

I thought about running.

[ Speaking of conversations perhaps best not had through these little birds. He sends a subject change quick on its heels. ]

Does it feel the same for you here?

[goethbeforethefall]

It is not the true Fade, as we have known it, but it is a Fade. Just as whatever constitutes the Veil here is not my Veil.

[He is not surprised to see the subject change, though he is surprised to hear that Felassan had considered running. Somehow, that makes it both better and worse; that he had not been sure. That he had been afraid.]

But it reacts the same, in most ways. It is empty, however. Almost nothing dwells where I can find it, in the dreams of this world.

[loosed]

Lonely.

[ A description, not a complaint.

A great deal of rumination is not put into words and sent through the bird. ]

One of the locals told me you if anyone who is not true of heart enters this dragon bone place, they will burst into flames. If you do not hear from me again after tomorrow you will know what has happened.

[goethbeforethefall]

I shall light a candle in your remembrance. Unless that would be too on the nose?

[loosed]

No. Funny. Do it.

[ A (partial) life philosophy distilled. ]