Pride, Wolf and Rebellion

Sacred

Fen'Asha spent the day tending to her companions, ensuring they had what they needed and taking on any concerns. The mood was weighty, but most of her friends were in surprisingly good spirits. The arrival of conflict with Corypheus was, after all, the predominant goal of the Inquisition. Everyone had to know it was coming.

Still, being greeted with the actual onset of the moment was another matter and Fen'Asha found herself pulled in a million places at once.

When she finally had time to settle, she spoke with Leliana again and determined that Corypheus' forces were still at least a half day away. They would be safe for another night. She had the advisers inform the Inquisition.

Mother Giselle advised in a leading of the Chant of Light.

They settled outside, the soft glow of torches and candles lighting the many faces Fen'Asha had come to know over the past while. Many were lined with age, with the passage of hard times. Many were young, fresh-faced and only acquainted with warfare. She could see their hopes and fears in their eyes.

The voices rose as the Chant of Light was offered.

The one who repents, who has faith 

Unshaken by the darkness of the world She shall know true peace

The devoted were an inspiration. They sought what they required in moments of fear, in moments of discord. They drew to the Maker, cleaved to their beliefs. She clutched the prayer stone. She felt warm, felt the fear settle in.

She yearned.

Many are those who wander in sin

Her eyes rose and she saw him, standing on the fringes with his bald head absorbing the glow from the lights. He watched the crowd in wonder, hands fixed behind his back. He seemed almost reverential, but then he caught her eye. They watched each other, but he broke the gaze and turned back to walk the ramparts.

Despairing that they are lost forever

Her pulse raced as she made her way up the steps toward him, faltering as she walked past the faithful. What was she doing? What was she seeking?

She reached him, called his name.

He turned to face her.

"I need to talk to you," she said.

He looked at her, but he didn't speak.

"Corypheus comes but..." she said. "But all I could think about was you...I have so many things I must say."

He turned his face away.

"Solas..." she bit her lip. "You are everything to me. I know you think what we had was a mistake, but it wasn't a mistake for me. I am privileged to know you. I was happy. You were home. And I love you. If it would take the rest of my life..."

For she who trusts in the Maker, fire is her water

She moved toward him quickly and cupped his face with trembling hands, drawing his lips to hers. Her eyes moistened with the kiss, but she held it. She trembled for her urgency, for her need, for her hunger.

As the moth sees light and goes toward flame

He shifted and she prepared for a reprimand, for an explanation, for a rejection. But he pulled her closer, his hands snaking around her back. He kissed her deeper.