"Solas, you need to come see this view," Taryn spoke from the cliff's side. The elf looked up at her with her hands in the crevice between the rock and her feet braced against the natrual divets in its side.
"I am sure it is beautiful, vhenan," he spoke, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. She made quite a sight up there, hanging effortlessly from a sheer cliff in a way that made it look easy with the wind tosseling her hair about and the sun shining on her skin to give it a yellow glow.
"Oh come on, it's amazing! You can see the sun rising over the valley and everything."
"I'm afraid I will have to take your for it," he called up to her. "I am not much of a climber." Especially when compared to Lavellan who had the skills of a mountain goat when it came to scaling cliffs. He was glad he had found her though. He had awoken just before dawn only to find the Inquisitor away from the campsite. While it was not unusual for the rogue to wander off on her own from time to time, it was late in the night (or early depending on your perspective) and she left without a word to anyone (namely himself). Needless to say, Solas had become quite concerned. While the Hinterlands were not the most unforgiving of environments they encountered, it was still quite dangerous with its many bears and bandits lurking about. She was a capable warrior, yes, but he worried nonetheless. So he had gone looking for her himself, the party back at camp awaiting their arrival.
It hadn't taken long to find her. Although, Solas admits that it was more she who found him. He had simply been wandering at the base of the cliffs when her voice, loud as it was, called out to him, and he looked to the sky only to see the small figure perched up and hanging from the cliff side. And so here they were.
"This is not to say that I'm not confident in your abilities, vhenan, but I think it is time to head back to camp. Come down and we shall head back together."
"Aha, so funny story, really," she spoke, a sheepish grin forming on her face that was not nearly as reassuring as she thought it was. "Uh – well, you see.. I'm kind of.. stuck."
Solas blinked. "What." Of the thousands of things he thought she would say, that… was certainly not one of them.
Apparently she took his "what" as meaning that he could not hear her, so she said it again, voice twice as loud. "Stuck! See?!" She gave her hands a hard tug from the crevice where her hands were.
It was just as she said, her hands didn't budge an inch and Solas wasn't even going to ask how this even happened. Honestly, he didn't know why he found anything Taryn Lavellan did surprising by this point. The woman truly was capable of anything from taking down a High Dragon to getting her hand jammed under a rock. It was baffling. It was ridiculous. It was.. endearing, really.
He sighed, attempting to hide a fond smile. "In that case, I will go fetch Iron Bull and Sera." He turned back to the path through the forest in which he had came. "I will be back soon. Just," he smirked. "Just stay put."
"Uh.. Okay," she called back uncertainly. "I'll just be here – uh.. hanging out." His laugh echoed through the forest in response and Taryn was left there to muse on how well the sound suited him as she watched his form disappear through the trees.