Isa was aware of him the instant he entered the cabin, but she kept her eyes closed, curious about how he would wake her. Solas had come to rouse her for their early start to a day of magic training, of course, but after her dream walking the night before, her curiosity got the best of her. Would he wake her gently? Would he even dare to touch her shoulder to shake her?

"Still asleep?" His voice was soft, so he wouldn't wake Vhera, who snored quietly on the other side of the cabin. "Oh, da'avise, when will you learn?" There was a draft on her foot, sending a shiver up her spine, then the weight on the cot shifted. What was that by her leg? "You can ignore me all you like, but when you sleep, you don't hold your breath."

That bastard had put a snake in her bed. She shot up with a start, muffling her screech with her hands, scooting up away from it, glaring daggers at him. The trickster's eyes were alight with humor, the slightest smirk rested on his chiseled features as he stifled a laugh. She tossed back her blankets and grabbed the harmless grass snake by the head, tossing the poor creature at him. He caught it and motioned for her to get up and follow. She grumbled and pulled on her boots and a coat while he released the snake outside.

Isa missed her warm bed dearly as soon as she set foot outside. It was a cold, cold morning, and the wind was whipping through Haven mercilessly. The sun wasn't even over the horizon yet, and the sky was illuminated mostly by the breach. "Solas, why do we have to be up so early?" Solas didn't reply, earning a grumble from Isa. He reached into his satchel and produced a pastry wrapped in a cloth napkin. "Here," his voice was warm and friendly. "I hope you like raspberries." Isa lit up at the sight of the treat, "Ma serannas," she made quick work, soon licking the last of the jelly off of her fingers. Solas reached over and brushed her cheek with his fingers, "you've got crumbs on your face, da'len." Her cheeks flared bright red. She cleared her throat, drinking some water from the skin she had brought. "Where are we going?" "Back to your little crater," Solas answered nonchalantly. "I'm going to give you a little lyrium and see if that helps your connection to the fade." "Lyrium? Is that such a good idea?"

"Well, I didn't think so," Cullen was waiting for them a little ways down the trail, bright and peppy so early in the morning, "but it might help stabilize the connection instead of having a sudden burst like yesterday. Good morning." "Good morning, Cullen," Isa returned the greeting and followed them to the crater. Solas rolled the stiffness of the morning out of his shoulders, "no staff today. I think it's safer with the lyrium." Cullen seemed relieved. Isa didn't quite like the idea that he feared her.

Solas handed Isa a small bottle of glowing blue lyrium. "Here. Drink up, all at once." Isa uncorked it, shifting uneasily on her feet, and downed it like a shot. It didn't really have a taste, but it made her tongue tingle. At first, nothing happened, but then Isa closed her eyes, and began to hear something. A soft song, a gentle hum in her head, an ancient rumble from the very depths of the earth that seemed to flow up through her, growing louder until it was all she could hear. It was a pleasant song, no words, just a hymn from lungs of iron and stone carried through the blood of the earth.

"Isa?" She opened her eyes to Solas's concerned expression. The song faded, but it was still there, singing to her in the back of her mind. It was oddly soothing. "It sings." She stated. Solas seemed surprised at that. He quickly hid his expression. "Let's try a little magic. Here, I'm going to summon a flame, take it from my hand." He held out a small flame to her. Isa reached for it, but it was too hot, she couldn't get close enough. The lyrium didn't seem to help.

She caught a figure out of the corner of her eye. She turned to look, but there was nothing there. She shook her head, trying to focus, but she saw it again as soon as she looked away. Cullen cleared his throat, but Solas held up a hand to silence him. Isa ignored them, trying to focus on whatever she was seeing. Slowly, as if through a fog, a shape came into form on the edge of the clearing. It was as if she was in the fade, watching a memory, of what? There was a woman, she looked familiar somehow, and she was fighting? What was she fighting? Isa took a step closer, she just wanted to touch the stone the woman was standing on. She went over and stood where the woman stood, and looked where she looked.

She shrieked as a dragon dove at her.

As soon as she had seen it, it was gone, and a very confused Cullen was in its place. "Are you alright? What did you see?" Solas stood behind him, deep in thought. "The Hero of Ferelden fought a high dragon here," Isa muttered, feeling rather bewildered. The song was fading, and she was feeling very tired. She sat down right there, her eyes feeling heavy. Cullen looked at Solas, at a loss. Isa laid down on the ground, deciding it was a good time for a nap.


AN: I know it seems like I'm making crazy shit up, but lyrium is weird and I am going somewhere with this, trust me.