Pulumin. That's what she was. Not a harpy, but Pulumin, feathered beings. Solas remained asleep conversing with her and asking what many questions he had about her and her people. She was a delight to talk to. Her speech was a bit broken, but she was witty, intelligent, and had a sense of humor that he could keep up with. He tried to ask more of her people, but she had explained that they were isolationist. Revealing herself would reveal her people, and she would only do that for someone she truly can trust and sees worthy of such knowledge. She mentioned few outsiders were trusted. Very few, but there was still a chance.
"Falon, may I asked what the Venatori were doing with you before the Inquisition scouts found you?" He asked cautiously.
At this point she was picking a fruit that the tree they sat on was bearing, she hummed softly and ruffled her feathers, "Young boy. Curious and wild, wanted to see world. He ran off. I followed to caravan trail. Ambushed and captured. Was captured. I can't let die. I attacked and let capture. He was free. I remained. Sought power. My power." She surmised with a distant look in her eyes. She seemed to be reliving that event in her head.
"What power, falon? Can Pulumin wield magic?"
"Magic?" she asked.
"Yes, magic, like" Solas produced a green glow in his hand and let her see, "When you had that stomach ache. That was magic to help sooth it."
"Magic. Use to weaken."
The first time she had arrived, she must have felt it, "Yes, I am sorry, it was simply a precaution." he apologized softly looking into her eyes.
She stared for a moment almost as if she was determining whether she should forgive him or not. Her eyes fluttered closed and she turned to picking her fruit, "Power is not magic."
"Not magic?" she shook her head, "Than what power do you have, falon?"
"Solas! Are you awake yet? The harpy hasn't woken, and it's about to rain. Should we bring it in?"
Solas opened his eyes, the banging at his door had pulled him from the Fade. He rubbed at his eyes and stretched out his body before calling out, "Give me just a moment."
"Alright! Sorry for disturbing your little Fade journey, friend, but the harpy seems more comfortable with you." Dorian called through the door. Solas sighed. It was partly true. Their long conversation was evidence enough.
"It is alright, Dorian. It was time I awaken already." He dressed as quickly as he could before he opened the door. The Tevinter mage gave a nod and began to lead him down to the harpy's cage.
With one more yawn Solas saw the dark clouds looming over Skyhold. Peering over at the garden, he saw people were packing up to seek shelter. He quickened his steps to catch up with Dorian.
"She was awake early morning, prancing around just before the sun came out. Then after breakfast with our spirit friend, Cole, she fell asleep and hasn't woken up."
"Is she feeling ill?"
"Cole said she was doing just fine, she was just asleep."
Solas nodded. He will not reveal to him that he had found her in the Fade. Not yet at least. They made it to the large cage just as it began to rain. Solas entered, while Dorian remained outside. He knelt down beside her sleeping form holding up a magic barrier to keep the rain off of her.
"Falon. Please wake up." he gently touched her shoulder speaking in elven, "Please, wake up. It is going to rain, falon."
She stirred letting out a low growl. He tried again, but no response. It began to pour, the cold of the mountain air and the rain were sure to get her sick. Solas looked over her body. How heavy could she be? Perhaps he could carry her inside.
He tried to shake her shoulder and she growled more, her eyes snapping open in a glare. He kept still as not to startle her. Red sharp eyes soon dilated in recognition.
"It is just me, falon. You must get up, it is raining, we must get you inside."
She slowly stood up stretching out her wings and legs. She let out what sounded like a roar and caw that echoed throughout Skyhold's walls. Her version of a yawn perhaps.
She chirped softly and pressed her forehead to his in greeting. He smiled and guided her out of the cage.
"I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I do not think the people would take kindly to have her inside in the Great Hall, my friend," Dorian called over the pouring rain.
He was right. The kitchen won't do either. He looked to the stables and barn, "Dorian! Have Blackwall make some space for her in the barn!"
Dorian nodded and hurried to the barn. Solas guided the harpy carefully out as she looked curiously around and up at the grey skies. She whistled lowly and spread out her wings, too wide for his barrier to cover.
"Falon, please keep your wings tucked. My barrier can't reach that wide."
She huffed and spread her wings wider and over. Now she was shielding him, and she was exposed to the rain. Looking up to the heavens as they poured down on her. He stared at her curiously, his barrier now gone as it was not necessary. She looked up at him and gave a sleepy grin.
They made it to the barn with Blackwall, who stood in the corner keeping his distance, though he was kind enough to make a pile of hay for her to sit in.
She hummed softly as she saw the fire pit and try to go near it.
"Falon, please, over here." Solas tried to pull her back from the fire.
She whined and began to march in place impatiently.
"You can see the fire from there. Now come, please."
Dorian and Blackwall watched with confused and amused stares as the elven mage gently scolded the harpy. She had finally submitted and plopped down on the small pile left for her. Her legs curled up under her as she sat, with her wings left open wide to dry out in the heat of the fire pit. She cooed softly as Solas looked over her to ensure she was healthy with no injuries. And she was, happily listening to the roaring rain outside, once he had finished he took a seat with Blackwall and Dorian by the fire.
"It appears we're here till the rain let's out?" Blackwall commented as he watches the harpy preen.
"It appears so. I mean, there is nothing stopping us from leaving, just a bit of rain. However, I wouldn't feel comfortable leaving this poor creature in the barn alone," Dorian shot the harpy and empathetic glance as she ruffled up her feathers.
"Thank you, Dorian, for waking me in time to get her out of the rain. And thank you Blackwall, for allowing her to have shelter here." Solas thanked both men.
"It's a 'she' now?" Blackwall tilted his head and kept his gaze on the harpy. She shifted on her back whistling softly and he blushed seeing her more feminine aspects, "Ah, ahem. Nevermind."
Dorian chuckled at the bearded man's sudden shyness, "Beautiful, isn't she? Such a marvelous creature and so playful too."
"She seems to be quite the intelligent beast," Blackwall commented. Solas couldn't help but agree.