Lavellanxsolas dzieła

A collection of short stories focusing mainly on Solas and Lavellan.

Halam'shivanas - the sweet sacrifice of duty. All her life, Ellana of Clan Lavellan has been bound by her duty as First, the eventual Keeper of her clan. A mage in a world which fears her as much as it reveres her, she's felt separate from everyone in her clan except her twin brother, Mahanon. When Mahanon goes to spy on the Mage-Templar Conclave, she knows something will go wrong, and it does. The Conclave is destroyed, and everyone is killed. Except her brother. Mahanon is called the Herald of Andraste, and celebrated by the humans. Ellana can't leave her brother alone, and so joins him in the Inquisition, where she meets a strange elf - Solas. Intrigued by this apostate, Ellana is drawn to him, an elf of no Dalish clan but with knowledge that is explained only by his journeys in the Fade. As she and Solas become more intertwined, Ellana must deal with the Inquisition, and the forces seeking to destroy it - and her brother.

A retelling of Inquisitor Lavellan's time with the Inquisition. I mostly follow the sequence of the game, filling in blanks as I find suitable, but I do sometimes alter dialogues or the chronological order of events. The story focuses mainly on the romance but I aim to write up fun stories from Lavellan's quests in Thedas as well. May eventually contain mature content, but I am taking the story slow. WIP **DISCLAIMER- the work is a piece of fanfiction. I do not own any of the characters or setting. The writing is based on what BioWare beautifully crafted for their players.**

She dreams of a man, then. She feels that she knows him, somehow. Something about him so distinctly familiar and sad. His head is turned toward the sun, his legs crossed as they sit on a slanted rooftop and draw circles in the snow, like children. She draws her legs up to her chin and smiles into her knees because she thinks he's handsome, and because there are snowflakes collecting on his bald head. "Ilensul," he says warmly, without looking away from the sky, "That cloud there. What does it look like to you?" She looks up to where his finger is pointing, the outline of the cloud relatively unclear. But she plays the game. "Like...a wolf?" she guesses. He cocks his head to the side, and the snowflakes fall off. He remains silent for a long time, and then he turns, only enough for her to see his small smile. Only enough to cause a flutter in her stomach. "Like a wolf." He repeats.