With each drop of rain that began to fall from the sky, Dorian felt his mood sour further and further. And if that wasn't bad enough, there was thunder and lightning on top of it all. He'd cringed at the first crack of thunder, shying away from the group as they trudged along. None in the party seemed to notice, or if they did wisely chose to keep their mouths shut on the matter. Dorian sighed, flinching again when another rumble signaled a pending onslaught of rain.
Dorian's eyes searched the vast open plains before them. Not much coverage out here, in spite of all the rocks littering the fields. He huffed. This was ridiculous. Preposterous even! Getting dragged along out here all to help that pointy-eared apostate. Dorian cut his scathing glare over to Solas, eyes narrowed in his frustration. Looking at him, one wouldn't have even thought water was falling from the sky. At least Varric, to Solas' other side, looked about as miserable as Dorian felt.
"Perhaps we should find some shelter?" Dorian all but shouted over the thunder.
The grin, that sickeningly wonderful grin that Vaxus turned on him made Dorian want to claw his own eyes out. Why? Maker, why?
"It's just a little rain," he quipped cheerfully.
"We're in the middle of a thunderstorm and you want to stop now and feel the rain?" Dorian groaned, heaving an exasperated sigh. Luckily, he was not alone in the want to find shelter.
"Come on, Inquisitor, we could all probably use the break anyway. Isn't that Dalish camp nearby?"
"It is," Solas interjected with a nod. "As long as they do not turn us away, the cave at the back of their camp should suffice."
Dorian grumbled when Vaxus didn't move at first. He tromped forward, snagging him by the arm.
"Amatus," he hissed. "I must insist that we find shelter."
Vaxus let out a dramatic sigh, tilting in closer to Dorian until they were unbearably close.
"Very well," he ceded with a nod. "But," he smirked. "You owe me later."
Dorian let out a prideful snort. "You doubt me? I already have ideas for payback."
