The Wolf and the Halla

Out She Went

Slight NSFW

Adani left her quarters around sunset. She would usually want to stay to see it over the white tops of the mountains. On this evening, however, she had a date with a certain elf that was as mysterious as she thought he was gorgeous. So she put on her best clothes. Dalish clothes that she had not worn in over a year. They felt strange on her body.

It was a simple style really. Unlike the hunting clothing they were usually wearing, this was a dress. It was kind of short in the front and tapered off in the back. It was a white dress made out of cotton they had found upon their journeys. It did not fit snuggly to her body, but rather hung loose and seemed to fall off of her in waves. It was sleeveless yet modest. Not showing off too much more than right below her knees and just the top of her amber breasts.

She did a twirl in front of the mirror before heading out. It looked good. She decided to wear some slippers. Not the big, tall kind though. She wore flats, they were light brown. She thought it all went together well. She grabbed her feather necklace off the edge of the mirror and put it on.

She remembered making that very necklace as a child. There were delecate feathers from robins and eagles. They were woven together at the tips. Down the spine of the feathers were small objects that they made to put on them. Things they most identified with.

Her little charms were of a fox, one of a tree for Mythal, and another was of a bird. There were also intricate designs burned into the surface of these small things. They seemed to tell a story to her. She added to them over the years as she found grew. The Fox was covered in flames. Once she discovered she was a mage, a fire mage. She had embroidered the fox.

The tree was embroidered every time her faith was strengthened by the actions of her Gods. These lines were soft and she did not design them. They simply came to her as she worked on it.

The bird only had a few marks on it. She wasn't sure when she would be free of her mind or her faults. Every small piece of this that she had improved was why she embroidered it. When she let go of her pride to admit a wrong to her Keeper, she later embroidered a small heart onto one wing of the small bird. It meant a lot to her to wear it on this night.

She pushed thoughts of her clan away. She didn't want to think about it too much. She left in a hurry. Already a bit late to meet him.

They met in the courtyard and he said they would have their dinner in the hold's garden. Some servants had already lit the place with lanterns and a few candles were on the table placed under the gazebo.

They sat down to what appeared to be a very fine roast. She thought it smelled like rabbit. There were little carrots around it on its platter. The bread was exquisite. No doubt imported from the the city.

So they began their evening with discussing the dinner, and then on to themselves.

"That necklace," Solas stated, "It is beautiful. Did you make it?"

She smiled. "Yes, I made it. Throughout my life. It's kind of a thing we do."

Then they continued on about other things the Dalish did. He didn't show disdain this time, he seemed interested in what she was telling him. She found that odd, considering last time she defended the Dalish he got angry.

Either way the conversation took a turn.

"There used to be a statue here, in the garden." He said. "I seen it in the Fade. It was of the Dread Wolf." She looked perplexed so he continued. Pointing to a spot in the garden that was a bit raised, "He sat there, facing away from the castle."

"Hmm. Where did the statue go? There were no remnants of it when we arrived." He knew it was here. Surely he knows where it went.

"I do not know." He took a small bite of bread and chewed it carefully. "I only know it was here. Which means this castle belonged to the Ancient Elves."

She considered. "I'm confused. See, the elves today invoke Fen'Harel as a curse. However, in any ruins I have been too, he is always respected as any other God. I wonder if he was as bad as they think. If he was why would they show respect?" She paused to search his eyes for the answer. He didn't say anything so she continued. "I don't believe he was. I've heard stories of him from other Clans. They speak of horrible things he done. But our Clan never spread any stories. We had always treated his shrines with respect as we would any other. If he truly was that bad.. why would he not just strike those speaking against him down?"

"They all made mistakes. Just as any other person." He looked into the garden. "Yet, I think that the stories may have been exaggerated."

She accepted that. She thought so too.
"So.." She looked into his eyes, "the other night, you said you loved me called me your vhenan. Is all that really true?" She hoped it was, yet was afraid he would suddenly change his mind.

He chuckled. "Yes, it is. Why do you ask?"

"Because ar lath ma, Solas." She smiled. "I hope I am your vhenan. Because you are mine." He smiled back at her. Then stood.

"Come." He held out his hand. She smiled and took it. They walked up onto the walls of the castle. Up to the tallest point they could find. He pulled her into him them and kissed her.

She seemed to melt into his kiss. His teasing tongue, begging entry to her mouth only to slip past her lips for a moment. The way he touched her face as he kissed her. Tracing lines down the branches on her cheeks.

At last they pulled apart from the kiss, but she remained with her head against his chin, in an embrace. He kissed her forehead and she giggled a little.

"I have not felt this way in a very long time. If ever." He said with a smile.

"Me either." It was all she could say. She was caught up in this moment. She pulled him to her and kissed him again. This time the kiss was more wanting. More needy and full. She backed against the stone wall of a tower. He pressed against her.

She gasped a little. His body felt so good against hers. She wanted him. She pulled him closer and he allowed it. She could feel him becoming aroused against her. She pushed into it with her body.

Now they were breathing hard and pulling at the other. Getting as close as they could get. She put her hand on his side and slid it down toward his bulge. He broke the kiss. "No, vhenan." He said. Then backed away a small space.

"Why not?" She asked, straightening her dress. "You do want me. I don't understand."

He shook his head slightly. With a smile though. "It is not right of me." He said. "Not yet".

"Yeah, but.."

"Adani, please." He said. She calmed and considered this whole situation for a second.

"Okay. I understand." She said. She reached out and grabbed his hand. He smiled, but there was a sadness behind his eyes. She didn't know why. "Are you alright?"

"Oh, yes." He straightened himself and smiled at her. "Let's get you home. You have a busy day tomorrow."

"Okay. Walk me there?"

"Of course, vhenan." He said. He dropped her off at her chamber door. "I will see you later, emma lath."

"Yes." She said. "You will."