Rosalina felt like she had been wandering through the snow for days. In reality it had probably only been hours, but she had no way of telling with the way the blizzard raged around her. Not for the first time she wished she had inherited some magic ability so that she could calm the wind and snow that ripped around her. She longed for warmth, or, at the very least, visibility.
She had almost blacked out a few times, but the howl of wolves kept her going. She gripped the daggers that had somehow survived her fall, turning warily to make sure that the animals were at least outside of her sight line. It didn't make her feel much better since she couldn't see far ahead, but at least she could not see their shapes and shadows moving through the snow around her.
Something glowed slightly ahead of her and she struggled toward it.
"Embers," She said softly, they were still slightly warm so she wondered just how far ahead of her the rest of Haven was. If it was even their campsite. She prayed it was as she struggled forward.
Her legs were starting to trembling and she could feel her knees wanting to lock. She struggled to keep moving, annoyed at her body for wanting to give up when she felt that she was so close. Shadows began to move forward and she sighed wearily. There was no way she was going to be able to fight whatever was coming toward her. She felt her legs give out at that moment and looked at them, bemused and slightly detached.
Well, at least whatever kills me will get a good meal out of me, She thought, her mind already slowly starting to shut itself down.
The last words she remembered hearing were a shout from a familiar voice, then more familiar - Cassandra's voice praising the Maker. Then her world went black.
Rosalina woke to shouting, she struggled to recall what had happened while half-listening to the argument between her so called advisors as it grew more heated. She shook her head, and turned to see Mother Giselle sitting beside her. She grimaced not ready to talk religion with the Mother.
"They've been at it for hours," She meant it to come out a question, but she could tell from the Mother's face that she would have been right anyway.
"They have that luxury, thanks to you."
"Well, the only thing yelling gets us is a headache," She answered, feeling waspish for some reason.
She stood and strode to her tent flap, watching as the arguing broke off and the group went in separate directions. She wanted to go and comfort them all, to tell them it was okay they were scared, but they needed to argue in a less public place. Before she could move Mother Giselle had strode past her, singing softly.
She was surprised when Liliana lifted her head and started to sing along after the second verse. Though the song was old and well-known, she honestly hadn't given much credit to religion or the affect the song could have on people. By the third verse Cullen's voice chimed in, a pleasant sound that she was even more surprised to find herself enjoying. Soon most of the camp was singing along as she watched in stunned amazement. With one song the Mother had brought the camp together. She was even more surprised when they began to kneel or bow before her.
She looked around, her eyes meeting Solas's and she was grateful when he asked to speak to her. She was too overwhelmed to deal with much else at the moment so a break from all the people would be good.
She stood next to him as he explained the problem he found them facing, the elves in particular. She agreed that it was probably for the best that others did not know about the orbs origin just yet. She also understood his concern. When he started to tell her about Skyhold she was surprised he knew of such a place and for a moment she wondered why he didn't mention it sooner, but she kept silent. Solas was a constant mystery to her and she had given up trying to figure him out months ago. Instead she followed his words and lead her people to the fortress he called Skyhold.