Lucia Blair Dragon Age Inquisition (Solas Romance)

(Good and kinda bad draft not fully idealized yet)

It was dimly lit or simply put, dark, cold, not outrageously so. However enough that her breath came out in puffy, little clouds. All she could do was think of what she could distinguish, as her dazed vision focused upon a blurry wall. Her body was crumpled to the ground as the smell of iron filled her lungs. She hadn't forgotten her encounter with Flemeth, no matter how muchly so her brain was filled with doubts of such an encounter.

Did she really talk to Asha'Bellanar or was her hope filled curiosity coupled with arrogance, form such a insane sort of warped dream? It was one thing for the much too detailed event, let alone how she felt for her however to just put it off easily as a mad man's tale. While she questioned her sanity, which she knew if true would turn to sadness of the loss of her family, she fantasized. She analyzed, she thought numerous situations she could have fallen on, non magical and magical.

That pain was too real, she felt pulses of energy kneading at her skin in excitement, power something that as she woke more was all too new to her. She had to know what was to happen next, where in the story was she if she was indeed in Thedas? The steange reactitory her brain compiled in mere seconds clouded her mind in a fog more thick than the actual weather of the word implied. The girl blinked the foul headache away from her eyes as much as possible, must, know.

The space she was crammed in was uncomfortable, small, and covered in blood stains long since dried. What joke of a bed she was layed upon was nothing more than a flimsy cloth of a blanket accompanied with a just as shaggy of a pillow that made her head hurt just looking at it. She slowly raised her body to sit up, oh how it ached like a bloody troll had thrown her into a stone wall.

She was almost suspicious she had broken bones along with mangled muscle with how dead she felt all over her drained body. But much to her surprise, the unfamiliar buzz of magic tried to soothe it, as if redirecting her attention purposely from her tingling body. All around her she felt tremors of weight as if feeling every footstep, every creak, sound to her core, alerting her in an oddly pickling sensation. She felt too much that was outside of herself she could before never dream an awareness about.

Her hearing, ears, especially felt sensitive, aggressively so that'd she'd never remembered such a radius possible before all her life. Honestly, not at all to her surprise sith the events unfurling, her ears weren't right, they were heavy. Her eyes widened a touch in gidy pleasure that seemed almost demented to others no doubt, luckily no one saw.

Her dainty hands, fingertips, caressed to touch her long fantasized ears in amazement. How long she had longed for such a thing to be real, not only that but exactly like the fake ones she had put on. Already drawing startling but not at all unwanted conclusions to her new situation she had heard it, a voice becoming so familiar already, rang it's own willful thoughts in her full head. *Yes Suledin, it most definitely happened, though you did rather fast draw that conclusion for yourself than I expected.* To endure pain? Did she just say that in elhvin? Was she learning words from the asha? Well that kinda held some ground with her sudden vocabulary changing, she suspected, the minute Flemeth appeared before her.

Mythal... even now her voice resonated in her head like little conversations revealing small informations at random. Her mind was difficult enough to think, and now with her added input she was feeling overwhelmed a bit.

She was aware of how different from her world it all would be, now added with her extra senses. She wondered what to expect, how closely so this all would play out to the games little performance.

But as crazy as it was for her to happily anticipate every second that passed, she was somewhat disappointed how blandly she was thrown in, no doubt, one of the chantry cells. It was like some horrible fanfiction, oh wait it was, sarcasm heavily implied. But really how she knew, was the undeniable hushed sounds of Leliana and Cassandra making their way to interrogate the Inquisitor.