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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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[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."