Bit of a short one today but I will be updating again this week, hopefully tomorrow if I get the chance to. :)
"Jealousy?" Cole muttered as Solas' eyes flew open "That is a new one from you. Yet it burns brighter than any star."
Solas growled as he rolled over and heaved himself up. "I am not jealous Cole, you are mistaken."
"Lies. She will accept you, she is strong like that, she wants to know you." Cole continued "You worry she loves someone other. Someone not you. Who can give her what she wants."
"You must know why!" Solas' cried.
"Some what." Cole nodded before looking up to the sky "However, she is not taken so easily. You must know that."
Solas stared at the spirit for a beat, studying his expression for clues of how much he truly knows about them all. He couldn't pull anything from the human face Cole wore.
"She mentioned a betrothal, maybe her dearly beloved convinced her to come back, if that is what he is to her. However that wouldn't explain her memory loss, she seems to have no idea who I… who any of us are. We must go to her camp, to investigate." Solas decided.
"You have never mentioned a Solas before." Zelphar whispered, his eyes sunken in, how strange to see him looking so old.
"I mentioned my dreams of late? He is a part of them. It's strange Zelphar, like there's something missing, it's pushing at the edges and I think he has something to do with it. However, each time I awaken I can't remember his face." Clover admitted, she had never kept secrets from Zelphar before and had no reason to start now.
"Does he feel important to you?" He asked, his nervous energy crackled around him as he wrung his hands together.
"I guess so? I don't know, I don't even know him..." Clover's head began to ache, this was becomming too much.
Zelphar stood slowly, he walked to his table and rummaged through some papers.
"This..." He started "Solas you speak of."
"Yes?" Clover's heart jumped at the mention of his name.
"Is he a mage?" Zelphar asked, picking up a crumpled piece of paper and studying it closely.
"I couldn't tell, although if he were able to breach my dreams I suppose he must be." Clover mused.
"Hmm... he must have come here for you. I have heard of an elven mage using that name." Zelphar whispered.
"For me? What would he want with me?" Clover began to panic.
"Vhenan, you have a mark on your hand, it holds great power, but upon obtaining the mark you lost conciousness. I was so worried, I thought you lost to me." Zelphar hurried through his explanaition, taking her hands in his.
"I don't understand... I... don't remember any of that." Clover frowned and stared at the bandaged hand.
"A side effect of the mark I presume. I worry this... Solas may want the power for his own, he means to trick you." Zelphar's voice cracked.
Solas' eyes flashed in her mind, he couldn't be trying to trick her... could he? She didn't know this man, he could be a monster capable of anything.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Clover asked, letting her hands fall from his.
"I didn't want to worry you so soon after you awoke... please... Clover..." Zelphar begged, trying to reach for her hands again but she pulled her away.
"You know I hate being protected, I need to know these things. You have never considered me capable of taking care of myself Zelphar!" Clover growled at him before storming out of his dwelling.
Clover muttered to herself as she stomped towards to tree line.
"Clover." A familiar voice called to her.
Clover looked up and was met by those eyes, those wise, kind eyes. They caused her no fear, she knew they would not hurt her.
"Solas?" Clover asked.
"NO!" Zelphar screamed, sprinting towards them.
Clover turned to face Zelphar in time to see a flash of red light and then, darkness engulfed her. Muffled cries that she couldn't quite make out filled her ears before they faded too.