Sal'Elgar

Training Part 4

Salihn left her small apartment for Josephine's office. She knew they were going to get along famously when she discussed design and construction with the Ambassador. She had renovated a few castles in Ireland and thank God she had or a lot of the materials used in this place would be foreign to her. After Josephine had assured that some temporary clothing would be sent to her room; she found herself passing the rotunda where she saw Solas reading and moved to the steps ignoring him and securing her schematic of the castle beneath her arm.

Grabbing a book on Thedosian architecture and ignoring the curious glances from Dorian, she left the upper library with a long rolled parchment of the castle's schematics and her book she moved swiftly down the stairs to go back to her own quarters. Almost to the door she heard his book close and a heavy sigh.

"Salihn, ave i'em min dhea'lam?"

Stopping short she fiddled with her book slightly nervous, unable to look at him knowing if she did she would agree.

This is where you say no thank you.

I know

Well then stop stalling

I hate you

"Tel min'nydha, Solas."

Pushing the door open she went to her room quickly to escape him.

He is not going to make this easy for me.

Probably not

Solas watched her leave not sure if he should be annoyed or curious as to why she refused him. Curiosity winning out he thought about her memories and allowed some of them to replay. She was more of an artist then she had told him. He recalled a memory of her sitting near a creek in the woods and she was sketching the scene. He would still like to know how she was able to show him the memories she wanted him to see and obviously keep him from some she didn't want him to see.

He shook his head in slight frustration wishing Dirthamen had kept his prophecies to himself. He remembered that night vividly. He was a much younger man than, and had ignored him and his advice.

"Dread Wolf, mar Sal' elgar ju'shia on'ala moran. Sa inan aron tarasyl, sa aron alas. Dhula aron she vun, as emen mar vallis'len."

Solas laughed at him.

"Ahn ane ma dirth'o?"

"Ma ju'itha," he had said with a knowing look.

I should have listened to him – and prepared.

Salihn sat at her little desk and lit all the candles to look at the Castle's schematics clearly.

He was a genius...you gotta give him that. Indoor plumbing and well thought out housing plan, a good dungeon with a heating and cooling system. This place was not just a castle but a small fucking town.

Yes you say that and then you get all stupid...he is the Dread fucking Wolf!

Yeah...got it...but still a damn genius.

Thousands of years old

Well at least he doesn't look like the Crypt Keeper

Oh my God – you are hopeless

I am not...I am an optimist

No...you're just horny

I hate you...seriously

Turning quickly at the knock at her door she pulled it open and found the topic of thought standing there holding a small platter and bottle. Sighing at the sight of him she schooled her features to not show her pleasure at seeing him.