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Vela Lavellan

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Apr 1 2018, 04:25 PM
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<b>7 Harvestmere, 9:41</b>
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<p>The rain fell outside of Skyhold, a somber day for a somber mood. Vela stood at the glass doors that led outside to her balcony, arms wrapped around her torso as if that would be enough to keep her together. Every fiber of her being felt like it was unraveling piece by piece, starting at her heart. With each beat the ache within it grew and grew until the emptiness she felt spread to her stomach; it made her legs feel weak and her lungs felt like they were starved for air, even though she was sure she was still breathing.</P>

<p>Paper vibrated in her hand with the subtle shakes of her body, a letter she had never wanted to receive but had come all the same. Whenever she thought about it she could feel her throat close up and the tears come unbidden to her already red and sore eyes and she had to control herself. How could she ever face the outside world looking like such a mess? How could she face <i>him</i>? Her breaths shook with silent sobs as she covered her eyes, blocking out the site of the grey clouds and crumpling the letter in her fist. Her hands squeezed at the sides of her head to try and stop the ache she felt behind her eyes, but it didn't leave. Bare feet had her pacing her room then, letter in one hand and her teeth biting at the nails of the other. Should she tell Valasan now? Or should she wait a few days? The though of going to see her clan mate... her <i>friend</i>, had the black seeds of dread sprouting in her stomach to bloom in her throat, effectively stopping any words she might have wanted to say to him. She had promised, <i>promised</i> that she could handle the situation, and now they were all gone.</p>

<p>With a deep breath she decided it couldn't wait. She needed to get it over and done with as soon as possible. Withing shaking hands she smoothed out and re-folded the letter as best she could before leaving and locking her room behind her. With everything that was on her mind and the state she was in she had forgone any coat, dressed solely in her casual dalish gear. The Inquisitor barely felt the rain as it began to soak her dark hair and clothes and all too soon she was at the door. Left ajar Vela could see the warmth of a candle inside and hear the rustle of someone moving about, a sign that Valasan was indeed in his room, and she felt her heart sink. There was no getting out of this.</p>

<p>With her fist raised to knock on his door she took in a steadying breath, morphing her features into something more neutral though it would be impossible to hide her drawn and tired face, and the puffiness of her eyes. She knocked first and then pushed open the door slowly, her blue eyes looking to the floor and then seeking inside the room for the other elf.
<strong style=color:#698492>"Valasan? I need to talk to you."</strong> Her voice softer, quieter, more raw than she would have liked. When she saw him packing her brows drew forward in a confused frown and her ears flicked back.
<strong style=color:#698492>"You're... packing?"</strong> She could feel the onslaught of panic hit her square in the chest and knew she could not hide it from him. He he already know? Had someone already told him? He was leaving her... leaving her without saying goodbye because he blamed her for everything, <i>hated</i> her even. A wave of nausea rolled over her, leaving her face pale and the letter in her fingers quake. She hadn't realised yet that she was holding her breath.</p>



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<p>The ride from Redcliffe back to Haven was a mostly silent and awkwardly tense affair. In some part this seemed to be due to the fact that most of the soldiers they rode with did not seem so keen on riding with a Tevinter mage and ended up giving him a wide berth, though her keen hearing still managed to pick up the way they muttered to themselves, complaining to each other and quite possible questioning her decision to bring him along back to Haven. To an extent she understood their reluctance to trust him - Vints, after all, did not have a stellar reputation, even among the Dalish. But after what they had both been through in that hellish future Vela couldn't help but like the quick-witted mage, and he had proven himself to be trustworthy so far and genuine in his eagerness to help the Inquisition. For better or worse, Vela would give the man the benefit of the doubt.</p>

<p>It wasn't just Dorian that made the ride tense, though. After what she had seen - her friends shackled and consumed by red lyrium, Leliana being <i>tortured</i>, everyone dying in that strange new future so that they could get home - it all weighed heavy on her heart and mind, a dark shroud that she couldn't seem to shake. Everything they saw played over and over in her mind that made it difficult to hold any sort of conversation with her. In the end she would either gently remove herself from company to ride in solitude, or she would simply be there as the other person talked at her, though she wasn't really listening. By the time they reached Haven she was glad to have a comfy bed to rest her head on.</p>

<p>But even in Haven she was plagued by glimpses of this red future in her dreams, making it difficult for her to rest. Most early mornings she took to wandering about the snow-covered village to try and clear her mind. During one of those walks she noticed the Vint mage standing outside the small dwelling he had been assigned by Josie, and she realised she hadn't actually spoken to him since they had gotten back. A pang of guilt shot through her. She had enjoyed his company, even if they had been fighting for their lives and for the future of the world.</p>

<p>Snow crunched underfoot as she approached the other mage and she tipped her head in a friendly greeting. <strong style=color:#698492>"Dorian. How's Haven for you? I hope no one's given you any trouble."</strong> Another sharp stab of guilt. She really should have checked on him sooner.</P>



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<p>It had been a struggle to get up that morning. Vela had led in bed under her warm duvets watching as the light crept up her body as the sun rose from behind the mountains. The Inquisitor wasn't usually an early riser but she wasn't a late one either, but today she just couldn't bring her limbs to move. It didn't matter so much, she supposed. She wasn't due to meet Cassandra until just before mid-morning so she had some time. With a sigh she rolled onto her back to stare up at the ceiling, worries about the Grey Wardens shifting round and round in her head. As much as she wasn't looking forward to her training session she supposed it was at least something to do to keep her mind from worrying, and it was with this thought that she finally pushed herself into the cool air of her room.</P>

<P>She dressed lightly despite the chill outside, knowing that she would need to be free to move during her training session, and ate her breakfast slowly. She found odd jobs to do so that her mind was occupied, but it meant that the time to meet with the Seeker rolled around all too soon for her liking. With an almost childish sigh she picked up her staff and headed out of the main building and down into the training grounds, a little nervous about what Cassandra would put her through though she made sure her expression remained neutral.</p>

<p>It made sense, she supposed, learning some hand-to-hand combat if for whatever reason she couldn't use her magic. It wasn't really that she had a problem with learning but the smug look the Seeker had given her at Cullen's suggestion only made her stiffen suspiciously. Cassandra was going to enjoy knocking her on her ass far too much, Vela could tell.</p>

<p>As she approached she offered a wave and a small smile. <strong style=color:#698492>"Do we have to do it here Cass? In front of everyone? Can't be too good for morale watching the <i>Herald</i> get beaten to a pulp."</strong> Of course she was only slightly teasing, knowing that the woman wouldn't knock her around too bad, but it was always fun to tease her.</p>



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<p>The clash of steel on steel rang through the cold mountain air as recruits trained in the snow under the watchful eye of their Commander. Vela watched him from the steps leading up into Haven, analyzing his slow and deliberate movements as he watched his troops. A word here, a sharp reprimand there, and the her gaze moved to Cassandra, the Seeker. The woman was beating at a dummy with swings that weren't leaving it in good shape, and Vela wondered whether she would have preferred to be fighting something more... solid. With the thundering scowl that was etched onto her face Vela wouldn't soon offer herself as a sparring partner. Especially as she couldn't help but feel like some of that anger she was expressing was aimed at <i>her</i>.</p>

<p>With a sigh she pushed herself off from the wooden frame of the gates, turning back into Haven and walking straight ahead to sit next to a fire with her back leaning against a stone wall. Almost childishly she pulled up her hood to obscure her face and kicked out her feet so she could feel the heat of the fire warming her boots. It was cold in Ferelden and she was beginning to miss the warmth of the Marches. In face, she missed her whole family. This Herald business seemed so ridiculous to her - she was a dalish elf, after all, and didn't believe in Andraste or the Maker. It seemed so wrong, especially as only less than a week ago she was being accused of creating the tear that lingered in the sky. It was calmer now after she'd closed the big rift, but there seemed to still be a green tinge that lingered in the sky, a scar that hadn't quite faded yet.</p>

<p>Vela wrapped her cloak tighter around her body and stared blankly into the flames, trying to block out all the tumultuous thoughts that were tumbling through her skull, and willing the apprehension that was building in her chest to simmer down. Worrying right now wouldn't solve anything.</p>



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<div align=center><i>10 Bloomingtide, 9:41 <br>
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The sound of rain hummed in the background, a humdrum noise that had been constant throughout the day. It pattered on the stone walls and steps and tapped against the glass windows. It was a fine rain that cast a grey haze over the fortress, ushering people indoors and dampening the sound of already muffled voices. Vela had never been a fan of the rain; it had always meant she'd had to stay inside the aravels or get soaked through walking next to them, both of which only frustrated a spirit that on wished to run free. But bundled up in Skyhold, a book in her lap and feet resting by the library's fire she had found the rain to be soothing. She didn't think she had ever heard Skyhold so quiet, which was a welcome change. It seemed the weather had lulled everyone into some sort of sleepy stupor and the Inquisitor found herself enjoying the moments of peace it brought her.

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Of course, as much as she enjoyed the fire and the books she was beginning to find the old dusty tome she had in her hands to be rather a dry read. <i>Tevinter: A History of Magisters</i>. The first few chapters had been interesting but after hours of reading the same book Vela could feel her mind starting to shut down, the words merging together and paragraphs blending into one dark mass on the page. With a sigh she shut the book and placed it back on the pile of books she had left out to study. It was still dark outside but she figured that was more to do with the rain and the clouds than to do with the time of day, so she left the books where they were with the intent of coming back to carry on later.

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Stretching her hands above her head to return the feeling to her sleepy limbs Vela made her way down the winding staircase towards Solas' rotunda, stopping at the bottom to admire his artwork that was now spread out across a quarter of the wall. Moving further into the room she let her fingers run gently against the murals, tracing the lines and patterns as she went. He was an enigma, one moment she thought she had him figured out until he would say something to throw her off again, but it wasn't a wholly unpleasant feeling. He was insightful and intelligent, kind in ways other people didn't seem to see or appreciate; he was passionate, he had a wit to him that had surprised her, and more often than not she was finding herself gravitating towards him.

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Stepping back she perched herself lightly on the edge of his desk, dark hair falling over her shoulders as she admired the artwork.

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