Devotion

by holmgang

Ishan Lavellan has always been very religious, and being far from his own people doesn't stop him from revering his own gods. (Basically headcanons about Dalish religious practices disguised as fic. Chapter length varies wildly.)

1. Chapter 1

The first time Ishan offered after joining the inquisition was deep in the woods outside Haven. It was a very simple proceeding, he had no shrine or paint or means to make sure his offerings went undisturbed, but none of that was required, really, and Ishan wondered if perhaps this simple way of doing it wasn't purer in a way. Still, it was… very different to do it alone in an unfamiliar wood.

He'd given parts of a hare he'd shot while out in the woods – he was still a hunter, despite everything – and a wooden figure he'd carved into the likeness of an owl. Then he'd said words and thought of Falon'din and Andruil for several minutes before covering his offerings in snow and retreating from the spot. He hoped his offerings would remain undisturbed. It was natural for animals to approach, in fact he'd been taught it was a good sign, a sign that the offerings were being accepted, but if a person disturbed it..? That would not be right. All he could do was hope that it was deep enough in the woods that no-on else would go there.