Hello lovely people of the world! This is just a little something something I had to get down on paper. Well, the internet. But I am currently obsessed with Solas/Lavellan right now, and as much as I loved the original romance scenes I wanted to add a bit more to them, maybe even add some! But I ask of you to review your thoughts please! I would love to hear some feedback on what I could do better, and things that I should add in! Aywho enjoy the chapter!

"Why?"

That was a good question. Why did she want to get to know him, he had shown no sign of compassion to her since they met. Besides her thanking him for keeping her alive. And he was definitely not a fan of the Dalish.

But yet maybe it was his knowledge that intrigued her. She knew little of the fade, and was fascinated by the idea of the Ancient Elves. Or perhaps it was because of the way he spoke, whimsically; often seeming like his mind was elsewhere. Maybe it was because of the way he looked at her when it seemed like no one was watching, eyes that resembled that of a hungry wolf wa-

"Well" Solas questioned, crossing his arms.

Oh right, he was waiting for an answer. With her true answers were a mix between kindness, and criticism she answered with a generic response.

"I respect you" she finally replied, exhaling sharply. At least that wasn't a total lie.

Clearly not convinced with her response Solas decided not to pursue her further. Instead he smiled weakly and straightened his back. "And what would you like to know?"

"You're clearly not from any Dalish clan, so where were you born?" she asked. She had told him about her clan, but he never mentioned where he came from.

"I grew up in a village to the North, boring place for a boy with magic." Solas chuckled.

"So is that where you first started to study the fade?"

"At that time I didn't study anything, I was simply just a boy who was amazed by the places he went when he slept. The fade showed me many things, most of which I did not understand, but for some reason I felt more at peace there then in the real world."

Sighing he looked away, "it came to the point that I preferred dreaming, then staying awake."

"But you woke up" the Inquisitor commented. "Right?"

Solas smiled and looked at her curiously. For a non-mage she clearly wanted to know more about the veil. "Yes. I eventually discovered all that I could in the fade. That is what made me travel elsewhere. The fade reflects it surroundings, while in an ancient tomb I see spirits reenacting bloody battles, and the thoughts of warriors preparing for war."

"Ancient tombs?" She laughed, imaging him sleeping in such an odd place. "I mean, isn't that dangerous?"

Going along with her playful attitude Solas let out a chuckle himself, "I make sure to leave food out for the giant spiders, it usually keeps them away."

Regaining his composure, he turned back to the Inquisitor and stared into her eyes, searching for an answer. "If I may ask, what are your thoughts on the fade? You seem curious enough."

Keeping his stare she replied with a shrug, "It sounds interesting, though I'm still not sure about spirits being you friends."

"Do you not question your friends to turn on you?"

"Well yes.. But my friends are people."

"Ah, of course"

"You know what I mean"

"Are people only people if they have flesh and blood? Is Cassandra defined by her cheekbones and not of her faith? Varric by his chest hair and not his wit?"

Looking down she smirked; maybe this was why she enjoyed his company, their constant debates on different topics.

"You have an interesting view on the world, Solas."

Taken aback by her answer Solas felt a blush rise to his cheeks and looked away. Though it was probably from the wind. Looking back at her he raised a brow, "I try… and that wasn't much of an answer."

Still smiling Ellana turned back to him, and locked his eyes with hers. "I'll enjoy helping you make new friends in the world, Solas."

Solas's cheeks turned even a dark shade of red, this time it couldn't of been the wind. "That should be…well…"

Giggling Ellana shook her head and turned to walk away, "That wasn't much of an answer either."

Solas watched as she made her way down the stairs. Despite her being a stranger, he was beginning to think her more then just a Dalish. And he couldn't lie to himself, her company was nice. Most of the time. Before she rounded the corner he called out to her,

"Inquisitor, wait!"

Ellana confused looked back to Solas who was climbing down the steps towards her. Was something wrong, or was she fooling herself by thinking that he actually wanted to talk to her.

"Ellana, I-I would like to show you something." Solas said a bit out of breath.

Now it was her turn to blush as she met his eyes. "Y-yes? I mean….um...What?" By the dread wolf she was embarrassing herself!

"Tonight it's going to be a full moon, and if you go someplace at the right time, things come to life. I thought perhaps you would want to come with? It would be a nice change to being cooped up in here." He said.

He was right, she was feeling rather stir-crazy, and with the Inquisition watching her every move she wasn't allowed to stray far from the keep, because of safety reasons.

She didn't exactly care about their precautions, she was used to being able to roam the forest freely without being told what to do, or where to go.

"Sure, I think it would be a nice change."

Nodding Solas started to take his leave, walking back up to his spot in camp.

"Meet me outside the chantry after the sun sets." He called over his shoulder.

Ellana watched him walk away. Furrowing her brow, she walked away to the tavern. Gods he was confusing, one minute he would be secretive and cold, other times he would be warm and friendly.

But for whatever reason she couldn't keep away from him.

Sorry for the weak ending, about half way through this chapter my inspiration started to fade (ha..) and I was running out of ideas so I just ended it pretty quickly. But as of right now this story is rated T but I really want to bump it up to M in the future with some well needed lemons...