Fen'Harel Enansal

Rough Landing - Part 2

Long dark hair held back with a piece leather, fell over an armor encased back and strong shoulders currently bent over looking at a large map. Solas stood in the middle of his command room tapping his long-tapered fingers on the large table taking up most of the room, while staring at the new plans for extracting more elven slaves from Tevinter that Fenris sent by courier earlier. He rubbed his tired eyes this is going to be a fucking nightmare, he realized as he looked over the notes. He would need to reach out to the Inquisitor for help. Standing with his personal Eluvian dormant behind him he jotted notes down on a piece of parchment when he felt a familiar tingle of magic run across the back of his neck. Narrowing his eyes to molten silver orbs glowing from his narrow face he raised his head slowly.

Turning he watched as his Eluvian activated and instead of the normally opaque silver-blue color, it was a mint green. He could feel the similarities of the magics signature as it was closely to his own as it vibrated across his skin. Curious, he thought as he sent out his aura to test the edges of the new magic and suddenly felt himself yanked through the mirror. "What the..." Solas grunted as he felt himself stretched and pulled like bread dough for what he was sure was long enough to make sure he was going to be sick. Suddenly he snapped back into shape as he was unceremoniously spit out of the green vortex to land on his hands and knees on a hard wood floor. Turning quickly he could see the mirror that had just spit him out go black. "Fen'edhis!" he spat quickly as he sat up on his knees trying to catch his breath and take in his surroundings.

The room was completely dark and with a flick of his fingers a small mage light formed in his outstretched fingers as he studied the room. When he realized he was no longer in his own castle the door burst open with a small woman holding something in her hand yelling at him.

"Hold you sodding piece of shite!"

Solas extinguished the mage light and held his hands out in a surrendering motion. No matter how much he squinted his eyes, this small woman made sure she stood with a light behind her so he could not see her unless he wanted to create another mage light. Somehow, he didn't think it would be a good idea.

"I mean you no harm my lady. I am unsure as to how I got here myself." He spoke softly with an accent she had never heard before as she watched him glance at the cold mirror behind him and then back to her.

Caille stared at the man currently on her nanna's bedroom floor dressed in some sort of fur and armor. Is that a staff on his back? Are his ears pointed? Sodding Scotch, she snorted. I must be dreaming...there is no fucking way, she thought as she took one hand and rubbed her eyes quickly as she dropped her 9mm to her side.

Solas watched as she relaxed her hold on whatever weapon she had in her hand and realized he had never heard this type of speech before. The woman gave him another dismissive glance, and turned from the door muttering to herself.

"Fucking seeing shite now...Elves...pfft...what the hell is in that Scotch nanna..." she grumbled as she walked to her bedroom leaving Solas to slowly stand in the room alone. He didn't know what else to do as he felt his feet slowly follow the small human as she went back to her own chamber slamming the door in his face. Staring at the door that barely missed his nose by scant inches he grabbed the handle and opened the door as he caught a glimpse of shapely legs while the woman slide the weapon into her nightstand and slip herself back beneath her covers. She thinks she is dreaming, he realized as he watched the small human quickly go back to sleep.

He left the door open and strode towards the bed unsure if he should really try to wake her or wait. Taking a deep breath he reached down and shook her shoulder gently.

"My Lady...I assure you that you are not dreaming." Feeling his lips quirk at the edges at the irony of his situation he gently shook her shoulder again and felt his face blossom instantaneously with pain before he could place a barrier around himself.