Dragons and Pulumins coexist with each other in order to avoid conflict with humans. That is what he told her in a dream. He had found her in the Fade and she showed him. They tame them at a young age and live among them for protection. Each tribe is responsible for one dragon. He asked if she knew the one harassing the villagers in Crestwood, she claims that she does not know.
"He maybe untamed. Very few of them refuse taming. They cause problem for humans and get themselves hurt. We try to find them as soon as they reach the proper age."
He was grateful that she shared with him this knowledge. He was also grateful that she gave him the experience of flying in the Fade. Such an experience was both a bit terrifying, but all too exhilarating. The adrenaline he felt made him feel like a kid. And with the way she had described how old she was, he might be a kid compared to her. That was food for thought to him.
"Oh, I can't wait to see Hawke's face when he sees you, Birdy. He doesn't believe me from the letters I've sent him, but I wouldn't blame him. Judging by the things he's been through, he would believe he's seen everything." Varric chuckled excitedly as they neared the Crestwood village. It was pouring and she was also excited and marching in place in her cage.
"Hawk, is a bird too? We can fly together?"
Varric laughed, "Not that kind of 'hawk', Birdy."
She giggled and tilted her head, "Hawks have pretty songs, but they are strong hunters."
Varric nodded, "That's sounds about right for the Champion of Kirkwall. Just a few pints of ale and he could bout a decent song."
She ruffled her wings within the cage, aching to stretch them out. Her chirping and humming became impatient caws. It was enough to make the Inquisitor call for her to silence from the front of the group.
"Please, falon, we are almost there. Just keep quiet and we will let you out in a bit," Solas chidded gently.
She obediently nodded and kept quiet until they arrived.
While the Inquisitor dealt with Inquisition business, Solas took to the harpy. Finding a spot in the outskirts of the village to let her fly for a bit. She once again used her wing to shield him from the rain, and happily headbutted him in greeting.
"I apologize for your having to stay in that cage while we travel. I hope that soon the Inquisitor will be comfortable enough to let you free."
She nodded and stretches out her wings wide looking up towards the pouring skies, "This rain, it is not natural."
"You can tell? The villagers say it is caused by the large rift in the middle of the lake."
She nodded her wings rising higher and her legs bending ready to lift off. He smiled gently and took a step back from her, "Go ahead, falon, fly to your heart's content. We may be traveling again in a bit."
She looked him and gave him a toothy grin, "Fly with me, Featherless."
His eyes widen recalling their last time in the Fade and chuckled softly, "I don't want to be a burden, falon."
"Are you afraid of the height?" She teased ruffling her feathers.
He felt an embarrassed blush on his cheeks and he chuckled again, "I wouldn't say that-"
"Then we fly!" She didn't give him much chance to run before she pounced on him and lifting them off from the ground.
Solas howled excitedly holding onto her. The experience in the waking world is equal if not even more exhilarating than in the Fade. She flew him up in the air and he watched the village shrink in the distance. She cried out with her harmonic voice, a happy song of her people as she flew and carried him with.
Once she was fully drained of her energy they walked back to village greeted by an amused Varric and curious Blackwall.
"So, how are you feeling?" Blackwall asked having noticed the harpy's impatience from the start of their journey.
She greeted him with a headbutt to his chest, mostly because she could not reach his forehead, "Feel better. I am tired and hungry now."
Blackwall chuckled and gently patted her shoulder, "Well then, let's get you something to eat," he looked to Solas, "Inquisitor said we head out tomorrow to deal with the rift, find the Champion and his warden friend, and deal with whatever else needs fixing here."
Solas nodded in understanding and watched as he guided the harpy to find food. Varric nudged him in the side once they were out of sight.
"Do you think she can carry dwarves in the air?"
Solas raised a brow and smirked, "I am not certain. You may be too heavy."
"Chuckles, are you calling me fat? I am hurt!" He mocked with laughter.
Solas rolled his eyes, "Any word from your Champion friend?"
"Hawke's waiting for us, if not patiently. He is very curious about the harpy girl. Might even ask for a flight session too."
"It is ultimately up to her," Solas concluded. A moment of silence fell over them until Varric piped up once more, "How was it?"
"Exciting. I felt like I was completely weightless."
"You weren't afraid you might fall?"
Solas shook his head and gave him a genuine smile, "I trust her with my life, Varric."
The Inquisitor looked out into the outskirts of the village where he had seen the harpy fly with gusto. He sipped at his canteen and sighed softly, "There has to be more to these damned creatures than just flying. What did the Venatori want with them?"
He turned to the stables, watching Blackwall carefully feeding the harpy. Her claws sharp yet gentle with her meal and her teeth ripping easily through whatever meat she was eating.
"Such a ravenous beast," he muttered to himself looking away in disgust.