Inside Of Their Dreams
It happened nearly every night, that she captured his longing gaze, which wouldn't let her reach him.
She tried to, but only moments before her hands could touch him, he fled vanishing into air. Those were the moments she awoke, crying desperatly, her remaining arm outstretched.
At daytime she filled her time with tasks. Withe the Inquisition disbanded, she visited her old friends in their new lifestyles, staying and supporting them from time to time. Still, she stayed in contact with her spies, working for her inofficial band "the residents". The name implied their right for their world, their home to be approved by the man, who tried to change it. It was a group, where everyone was treated equal by race, origin and gender. They helped those in need, gaining popularity and in addition new supporters for their task, even though they never interacted with politics. Often they worked with the so called "friends with the red jenny".
Their leader, a dalish woman without vallaslin on her skin, former Inquisitor and Herald of Andraste, had a different task. She travelled, waiting for news from their enemy, her lover. And at night he visited her. In their dreams.
She knew the scenery when she awoke in the fade, her physical body sleeping soundless. It always happened to be in the forest, if he happened to be asleep first, waiting for her. He appeared as a wolf in their dreams, his animal form as a shapeshifter.
She walked slowly towards him, knowing where she would reach the point, when he disappeared, fleeing. As she arrived there, she sat down crosslegged and watched him. After a few minutes he calmed and sat as well
She raised her voice: "Ma lath, it is good to see you."
His wolf ear twitched, showing that he heard her, even though he didn't respond.
She continued: "I am not sure if you know but, by now I am travelling with Cole and Maryden. We've been to a nice place, where the people were especially happy to hear her songs. Cole gleed the whole time in delight, when their happiness reached others. Their presence even made me a little happy, though I've been having a lot of sad thoughts." His head held low, the wolf shifted uncomfortably. He knew that he was the source of her unhappiness.
Suddenly, she became a little embarassed. To stop her lover from destroying their world, she wanted to show him the worth and the beauty it held. Convict him to live in it with her, acknowledging and befriending their residents. Both of them blazing with happiness. To accomplish this goal, she spoke to him in their dreams. Told him of the good deeds "the residents" did, about the chances his elvhen organization had in changing the future of the elves in this world, the acceptance the mages under Divine Victorias rule had experienced. And of course, she talked about their love, their memories, her worries, and hopes.
This night, she had prepared something slightly different. While travelling with Maryden, she sought her help and together they wrote a song. A song for her beloved wolf.
She prepared herself mentally: "I have a gift for you. I am not sure, if you will like it, but I wish from the bottom of my heart you may accept it and listen until the end."
He looked her directly in the eyes. She had a pleading look, clutching her fingers, worrying and hping at the same time. He nodded.
Suddenly light-hearted, she beamed at him and rose from the ground. "What I want to gift you, is a song. I wrote it with all my heart, because I love you."
And then she begun. She had a very soft voice, and even though she wasn't the best singer, the song and the melody fit her voice range and the result was beautiful.
(I don't own the song. I found it on the internet: post/106929727700/a-solavellan-fansong-just-something-short-and
If you want to hear the song. This girl made a video for it: watch?v=x46QHercK4s )
when I was a child sat upon my mother's knee
by firelight she spoke of rights, and ancient history
and one phrase she repeated though I knew not what it meant
be safe, da'len, young lethallan,
may the dread wolf never catch your scent.
and as I grew I thought I knew the path my life would take
but when the dream broke open, only I was left awake
and then you took my hand and taught me how to turn the key
I held it, how was I to know,
I'd let the wolf catch wind of me?
I took up arms, I lead the charge, some called me prophet, blessed
and by my side you guided, wise and seemingly guileless
but the truth's not always obvious, not written on the skin
sometimes to let the truth come out,
you have to let the dread come in.
you called me "ma vhenan" and showed me worlds I'd never known
lands of mists and memories, of faded sky and stone
then with words so soft and sad, you left me in that glen
and though you brought me low I know,
I'd let the dread wolf in again.
my love has vanished through the veil so now I'm stark and bare
at night I go to sleep and dream and hope he'll meet me there
he wandered from the waking world, I know not where he went
but I'd be with my dread wolf now,
if I could only catch his scent.
He blinked. Lavellan had finished her song and watched him, a little embarassed. She never had written a poem or a song for any lover before and she had poured all her love into it. And now she prayed that it would convey her feelings.
The wolf stood now, he had risen form the ground while she sang. Little tears fell in his pelt and he spoke the first words to her since he left her kneeling in front of the eluvian. "Ma serannas, ma vhenan." And then he vanished, slipped out of their dream. Solas was gone again and Lavellan cried in all her desperation and loneliness.