The Wolf and the Halla

Pride

She felt exhilarated. He had held her hand! Her hand! She danced around her new quarters. Spinning in circles with her blue night gown flowing around with her as she spun and danced, making her look like she was made of water. A smile had been plastered on her face ever since that moment. She was giddy. She felt confident now that he did like her at least.

After dancing for what seemed like hours (but had actually only been about 20 minutes), she sat down hard on her bed. Breathless, but still smiling. She eventually calmed her breathing and her fumbling heart. Every time she thought of his hand in hers, her heart took a leap.

I have to sleep. Josephine said we were having a meeting in the morning. So she laid down and tried to keep her eyes closed. Eventually, they obliged and she drifted peacefully off to sleep.

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The meeting was a bore. Cullen and Leliana argued about what they should do with the courtyard while Josephine was concerned with who to write about repairing the walls and managing decorations of the castle.

Adani didn't care about those things. As selfish as it was, she just wanted to get out and go find Solas. She actually didn't even really care about being named Inquisitor. It was something she had expected. She wasn't exactly a leader, but the cause was worthy, and all these people needed someone. She just so happened to have the anchor, the most powerful gift among them.

She knew at some point they would appoint her as the leader of the Inquisition. She just didn't know when. She was a confident elf, and so she was confident that she could handle it. How much different could it be from being the Herald, anyways?

After the meeting she wandered through the halls of her new stronghold. Her castle. She wondered how such a thing could be lost and forgotten. Who had inhabited the castle before her? Finally she found Solas in the rotunda, painting. He had made himself right at home, like he had been here a thousand times before. Painting intricate designs on the wall.

"Hello, Solas," Adani said.

Solas turned, "Hello, lethallan. May I help you?"

She wondered how he could act as though nothing had happened between them. "I wanted to ask you a few questions." She said.

"Alright." He said, turning back to his painting. Her face burned hot.

"What do you think Corypheus will do next?" She asked. She was curious.

"Why not ask the others? They know more of him than I." He said.

She felt her face grow even hotter. "I wanted to ask you. You've given me good council before." She looked away. He turned back to face her.

"Forgive my poor manners, Inquisitor." He said with troubled eyes. He told her that Corypheus would likely not hide, hiding would admit defeat, and someone aspiring to rise to Godhood would likely not admit defeat.

Good. She wanted to fill him so full of fire that his insides would burn through him like hot lava. She had never been one to hate, even with her prideful nature, but she absolutely hated this monster.

After Solas had answered all her questions about Corypheus and the fade, he seemed to be ready for her to take her leave. She wasn't though.

"Solas?"

"Yes?" He replied looking back to her.

"I was wondering about something. On the journey here.."