It had been a few days since the harpy had arrived, having it fed regularly Solas noticed her increase in weight and energy. No longer was she the weak frail thing in the corner of the dark cage. Almost all of Skyhold have come to see the new creature with mixed reviews all throughout. Some were amazed and astonished, others were disgusted by its unnatural appearance. There was also a debate whether it should be released back into the wild or kept, to open up and examine, for if we were to encounter more we would know what we would be fighting; Helsima was on that side of the debate. Solas however, was on the fence. He wanted to observe the creature and study it, but to cut open such a beautiful beast was out of the question. Releasing it would lead them to possibly more of its kind as well.

Almost all of the inner circle members have visited harpy. Varric of course taking note to possibly add to his next novel, The Iron Bull, and the Chargers were all amazed; The Iron Bull taking notes for the Qun most likely.

Cole had even appeared within the cage, talking to the thing. The harpy was at first frightened, but was soon calmed by the spirit's ability and friendliness. Eventually, it was snuggled up against the young man on the tree.

Sera had tried throwing fruit at it to get its attention, but by then it was too tired to respond. Warden Blackwall had to drag Sera away after had had gotten his view of the harpy. He was impressed.

The harpy had easily grown used to being a sideshow attraction. Josephine using it to entertain the guests of Skyhold.

Solas was, however, able to hold a conversation with Dorian about the possible goals the Venatori had. It was said in many old fairy tales that harpy had the ability to cause strong wind storms that could flatten forests. So, far no proof was presented as they observed the creature preen its feathers and simply bask in the sun, with its large wings spread wide.

It was nearing sunset when the Harpy began to caw softly, drawing the attention of the passersby. Solas was summoned from his rotunda to investigate the situation.

"It's been letting out this creepy noise. It is disrupting the Inquisitor's meetings with the guests, he orders it to stop." reported a scout.

Solas internally rolled his eyes, "Of course, I will try to calm it."

Upon arriving at the scene they saw the harpy at the top of the tree almost reaching the top of the cage, looking up to the painted evening sky and letting out a melancholy sound.

He has listened to the harpy sing before, a series of unusual and hypnotic sounds combined to create a wondrous song. She hasn't sung this load before, only ever softly. He approached the cage and carefully let himself in, without disturbing it. Once finishing it song he called up to it calmly, "Falon, what troubles you so?" he spoke in his language since it seemed to respond better to it than any other. It perked and looked down at him for a moment before swooping down to land in front of him. Tucking its wings and raising to his height. Solas had found that at its full height it reached over a half of bulls height. Red eyes looked at him tired and sad.

"She's lonely. All alone, trapped. No place to go. Where is home? Where am I? Home. My People, where? I'm cold, so cold. I am a caged bird and this is my song." Cole appeared beside the harpy causing it to start for a moment before she pressed into his side.

"She is lonely. Perhaps you,Cole, can give her some comfort." Solas suggested.

"I am not her People." Cole replied bluntly.

"And yet she still seems to like your company." Solas observed as Cole hugged the harpy and she wrapped her winged arms around his torso.

"She is very nice. She likes you too. She understands you a bit. It sounds familiar, but not the same."

"You mean Elven."

"Yes, but not quite."

"Do her People speak something similar to Elven?"

"I do not know. You have to ask her."

Solas nodded and watched the odd couple press into each other. Cole had said she was cold maybe she is not used to the mountain breeze at night. Solas stepped out of the cage leaving the two to speak to a scout, "Can you try to find any unused blankets and bring them here." The scout nodded and hurried off.

After an hour or so the scout returned with a pile of old blankets that haven't been in used in a while. Solas took them from the scout and returned to the cage. He began to turn the small pile of blankets into a makeshift nest big enough for the harpy. It made sense in his head, but now he wasn't so certain. That was until the harpy creeped up behind him leaning over him, pressing into his back to peek at the pile of rags.

"A warm place for you to rest, falon. What do you think of it?" he asked over his shoulder. She chirped softly and shifted to step around him. She began to circle the pile and adjust it with her talons, being careful with the cloths, and turning his sorry excuse for a nest into a decently shaped place of rest for her. Once she was pleased with her work she hopped in and curled into a fetal position looking up at him with those same red beady eyes.

"Are you comfortable, falon?"

She chirped and snuggled into her new nest.

"That is good. Perhaps this can help protect you from the cold mountain air and keep you warm over the night," he watched her wrap her wings around herself letting out a soft whistle. Her eyes closed as sleep took her for the night, "Rest well, falon." Solas gently reached over to Pat at the crest of feathers on her head. They were soft and warm to the touch.