A/N: And here's the second memory. Also, shout-out to XxHeartMenderxX, whom created the Inquisitor that is featured in this chapter! Thank you so much for your help, for creating Cancordia, as well as all the other Inquisitors that you made!

Cancordia's bio will be found at the end of the memory, if you're interested.

WARNING: THERE BE SPOILERS

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Age.

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Title: A Sky Full of Compassion

Rating: T

Pairing: Solas/F!Lavellan

Summary: "When love beckons to you, follow him, though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you." – Khalil Gibran

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"Facts are stubborn things; and whatever may be our wishes, our inclinations, or the dictates of our passions, they cannot alter the state of facts and evidence." – John Adams


X=X=MEMORY 2: OBDURACY=X=X

Cancordia Trevelyan liked to keep to herself.

Quiet and soft spoken, a hell of a shot with a bow. Liked to stay in the back, pinning down her enemies. Her height made her seem small, delicate. It gave her an edge, made people ignore her. She preferred it that way.

His stories were interesting. They reminded her of the ones her father told her, of dashing Templars in shining armor and mages trapped in towers. They were full of mystery, daring, intrigue, romance. All of the things little girls wanted to hear.

Then her mother had… changed.

She began to hate them, the Templars in their shiny armor (it might as well have been covered in blood, her mother's blood). And that man, that proud Commander, represented everything that she hated.

It was easier with the apostate, to speak to him, to listen to his stories. He had a calming influence. The Commander didn't appreciate it. And neither did she.

She was a strange one, her eyes so like the sky, her hair like that of a burning flame. She had often tried to speak to the elven woman, but she would distance herself, withdrew instead of intervened, questioned instead of answered. The only one she would open up to was the apostate.

Cancordia asked him why she always came to him. He had no answer, no way to explain the strange relationship between himself and the other elf. But when she spoke to the elven woman, she would not say a word, her lips pinching into a tight line, her eyes narrowing, withdrawing even further.

So she kept pushing. She just wanted to help, she wanted to know why she always looked so sad, why she only brightened up whenever she was with the apostate. And she wanted her to help her understand that unreadable look the Commander always gave her.

She pushed and pushed and pushed.

And because of this, she began to believe that stubbornness was a disgusting, annoying trait in a person.

She convinced her with her obduracy that everything was because of her refusal to just lie down and die.

The line between perseverance and stubbornness began to blur.


Created by XxHeartMenderxX

Name: Cancordia Trevelyan

Race: Human

Class: Rogue (bow)

Personality: Quiet; a loner; self-sacrificing; wary of Templars and the Order; helpful; always second guessing herself; lover of stories

Characteristics: Dark brown (almost black) hair in a low ponytail; short (4'9" – 5'1"); hazel eyes; light freckles; missing left pinkie finger

Character Description: "A loner. Uncomfortable with all of their eyes on her. It makes her freeze, draw into herself. She doesn't like the attention, so she hides up in the rafters with the birds. The Nightingale doesn't like it.

"Tries her hardest to help, even though she likes hiding in the shadows – she and Compassion were often found in each other's company, helping where it is needed most.

"She loved her mother dearly, even with her magic. It hurt her when she became unconnected, unfeeling, unresponsive to emotions. She hates them for what they did, the Templars with their broad swords and righteousness. Uncomfortable around the Seeker, the Commander, and the Enchanter, all of whom support the Circle's goal.

"She loves stories, loves listening to the Storyteller, the Liar, and the Wolf talk of their adventures; unending tales of wonder and amazement.

"Unbelieving, despite the bone fate has thrown her. It frustrates the Seeker.

"Close, yet distant to the Commander. An unexplainable attraction, despite mutual dislike. Or mutual respect. It confuses both of them. The Joker finds it amusing."

Companions: Ellana (Neutral); Cassandra (Neutral); Solas (Mutual respect); Varric (Best friend); Sera (Neutral); Vivienne (Grudging respect); Iron Bull (Friend); Blackwall (Friend); Dorian (Neutral); Cole (Friend)

Advisors: Cullen (It's complicated); Leliana (Mutual respect); Josephine (Respected consultant)