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[laurenande]

(Galadriel is fairly used to getting mail but she'll be a bit shocked to receive any in Thedas. For any notes, missives, letters, or other communications.)

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[laurenande]

"Only what remained of it," she says. "When first I arrived it was in those mountains, but the devestation of the battle had already been wrought."

[dirth]

Solas smiles, drawing her forward. His memories of Haven are of the cold snow under his feet, the shape of the houses, the chantry with the war room and the advisors. He can see it all in his mind, see the shape of it as he moves forward with Galadriel's hand in his own, letting he memory unfurl and create the image in front of him.

"It was a good place when it began. The start of something that became great." Solas hums, thoughtful. "And then Corypheus came."

[laurenande]

The world changes, the temple falls away and Galadriel marvels as the mountain sky stretches high above them. It is clear and blue, save for the great split in it--the Breach, she presumes. The trees stand tall and dense, boughs heavy with snow, and the smell of woodsmoke and the sound of voices and the clashing of metal meets her ears. This is a human settlement, for certain, but it is not an unpleasant one.

"What a lovely sight," she says as she glances across the faces of the buildings to the distant frozen lake and the iced falls on the far side. "When I first heard of this, they said a high demon had caused it. I had thought a Balrog had laid waste to the land.

"It is a pity it was destroyed in the avalanche, but such things are passing."

[dirth]

Haven is beautiful, he thinks, lifting his head to stare out over the mountains. Snow-topped and grand, he remembers watching them from afar, his eyes moving between them and the Breach and wondering what the future might call for. He had high hopes for the Inquisition, high hopes for their future, but with what had happened to the Inquisitor and the newness of the anchor shards... It seems like a century ago - and it's an old, nostalgic feeling that he's more than accustomed to now.

"That is what makes the Fade so unique. You can see memories from a thousand lifetimes here, if you only know the way. Battlefields from ten different points of view, resting cautiously alongside the dreams and nightmares of those that have come to pass."

Solas frowns, sighing.

"It is beautiful."

[laurenande]

His sudden melancholy does not pass her by, not when they stand so near to one another. She regards him curiously, her attention pulled from the snowy landscape of Haven, and squeezes his hand where it rests in hers.

She should encourage him, speak to how all beauty fades in time, but Solas knows that lesson as well as she does. Instead, she simply smiles at him.

"Thank you for showing me this place," she says, "I am glad to have seen what it was ere I came to Thedas."

But this has taken her curiosity in another direction and she cannot quite stop herself as she asks:

"How did you come to join them?"

[dirth]

Solas doesn't mean to lapse into sadness, but there is much on his mind now; Corypheus is still a present threat and more people are beginning to learn more and more of the world. With Adalia figuring him out he wonders how many other Rifters might begin to put pieces of the world together that those who had grown up here. It's a very present worry for someone who had been so assured that no one would be able to learn the truth of him.

Some he does not mind, such as Galadriel and Thranduil. Others... It almost frightens him.

"Of course. I wished to show you what Thedas is and can be, even with the threats we currently face."

Looking over, he smiles, voice low and soft.

"I was the only one able to soothe the Anchor. I made sure it did not kill the Herald when it came to her and vowed to stay until the Breach was closed."