I was just reading through what I've already written and I have noticed so many mistakes and all I can think about is how on earth I could have of missed those simple mistakes.

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She made her way back to the camp, the wolf followed at her heel but soon fell away to do whatever wolves do, like frolic. She brought back the staff she had snagged from the ruin among some other less interesting things.

Sulahn rushed up to her, and hugged her.

"By the creators, Audra, we were so worried!" Sulahn tongue for 'the Keeper was mildly concerned while Sarmet was frantic, oh and I was snogging someone.'

"There's never any need to worry, I'll always come back at some point." She smiled at Sulahn, and patted her shoulder trying to reassure her.

"We heard you had gone off with a wolf, one of the children said that it went to your shoulders!"

"Elbows and one of the children rode it into camp, so suck it." She walked past her towards her aravel; she stored a few of the items she wanted to look at later which was most of them. She laid the staff under some blankets. She didn't want her life revolve around the Dread Wolf until it absolutely had to, which it wouldn't for two years, or less depending on how her week goes.

"Audra, please why did you go into the forest with a wolf?" she frowned, usually she wasn't this concerned when she ventured away from camp.

"Why are you so upset over this? It's just a wolf."

"It was a massive wolf! What if it was Fen'Harel? Anything could have of happened to you!"

"With what the Da- we know the Dread Wolf is in the Fade rocking in a corner giggling. I doubt he'd be overly concerned with luring me into the forest to, I don't know, kill me? Have his way with me? if anything he'd just kill us all in the middle of camp." She shrugged and turned back to her aravel, pulling out her gift for Sulahn.

"Audra, don't joke about that, he could hear you." she rolled her eyes at the ridiculousness of her worries. She pressed the necklace into Sulahn's hands; it had a pendant made of a Halla horn.

"Hamin, Sulahn, just enjoy yourself; don't worry about something that didn't come to pass." She smiled at her before moving to join the Keeper, which would keep Sarmet at a respectful distance, thankfully.

"So you ventured into the forest with a monster of a wolf, seems legitimate, find anything?" the Keeper asked, handing her another glass of wine.

"Elven ruins a temple, or something, to Fen'Harel it appears. He featured largely; there was this beautiful mosaic of him. You should have of seen it Keeper, it was a beautiful place." The Keeper raised an eyebrow at her, either disbelieving or disapproving.

"Da'len…" she trailed off.

"But, Keeper, it was beautiful. Perhaps there's something we got wrong, maybe Fen'Harel used to be completely on the creators side or something like that, maybe he was benevolent at some point." She smiled at the Keeper, perhaps she could simply ease the Keeper towards the truth, to what Fen'Harel truly was. Not a trickster god, but one that favoured rebellion.

"No, Da'len, perhaps what you saw was a trick of the Dread Wolf, or you misinterpreted it. It might be like our statues of the Dread Wolf, to simply appease him." Audra bowed her head.

"Yes, Keeper, that… that does sound more likely,"

"Go, Da'len, enjoy today, and give Sarmet a chance, he's a good hunter and a good man." You can't keep chasing after a dream was what was left unsaid, but it had been said so many times they both knew that it didn't need to be.

"I'll… I'll try, Keeper, I make no promises." She saw a group from one of the other clans make their way over, she had almost forgotten that it was Arlathvhen; her clan did usually stick to themselves after all. She felt some sort of despair after the Keeper left to go talk with the approaching group, soon Sarmet approached.

"Sarmet," she nodded in greeting, she managed to keep the ice out of her voice, barely.

"Vhenan-"he began, her nostrils flared, how dare he?

"You don't get to call me that." Her tone was ice cold, her fists clenched, "you will never get to call me that." She barely noticed how her voice had risen, Sulahn walked over, practically stalked, her expression was icy.

"Sarmet, dear, are you foolishly pestering our First of the clan? She has already made her opinion clear. I suggest you go find another hunter to beg a pelt off of, we all know how you really became a fully fledged hunter." He threw up his hands, Audra smiled gratefully at Sulahn, she threw her arms around her.

"Thank you, Lethallan, truly."

"We all have to have something to live for, mine is to chase off Sarmet, Sarmet's is to piss us both off." Sulahn scowled after Sarmet, she shook her head, said her goodbyes then went off to join the Keeper.

"Then what is mine?" she whispered, then shook her head, "I know the answer, silly foolish old me."

Later that night the clan, along with a few members of other clans, gathered around the large bon fire the Keeper had conjured up, literally. A few were dancing, other drinking, Audra sat with Fen'Harel.

"It's a beautiful night," she spoke softly, afraid someone else would hear, she could still remember the sting when she had last been caught talking with Fen'Harel years before. She'd been more cautious since, for good reason too, their superstition made them fearful and their blissful ignorance made it even worse. But she couldn't fault them for it, they had lost so much.

"Not often you have company, not your fault, just information that got mixed up. Mistranslated, and such." She laid a hand on the statue's head, and smiled at it. "Do you think that he-you really- is awake, or is he dreaming in the Fade? Doesn't even matter I suppose, emotional attachments aren't part of the job description, so to speak." She laid her legs out in front of her, her arms held her up as she leaned back.

She frowned, using one hand she brushed off some of the dirt that had settled on him. It was simple, but this was a good night.

"You'd think that the Dalish would be more concerned with learning of our past, they've gotten lax certainly, have they lost sight of what they could accomplish? Or is it their faith they've lost? I s'pose it doesn't matter, does it?"

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She chatted with Josephine for a while, but soon Leliana waved Josephine over so she was left with just Loke.

"How is Orvil by the way?" she asked, hugging her arms close to her body, it wasn't cold but she felt a little chilled.

"He's great, making weapons and such for the Carta and for surfacers when they go down to visit Orzammar, but like you said he doesn't do much jewellery or anything else like that anymore. Shame, real shame." He shook his head, and then shrugged. "But what can I do? He's old enough to make his own choices."

"He's five, Loke; he is not old enough to make his own choices if he can't, 'old enough to make your own choices' is when you move out of home." Loke grinned at her; she rolled her eyes, said a simple goodbye and walked over to fill a glass of wine. As she did so she raised a hand to trace the lies of her Vallaslin, in some ways people said it resembled a wolf. She didn't like to think about it brought back bad times.

She filled her glass to the brim; the Inquisitor had gotten this from Val Royeaux she believed, sipping it slowly, mostly due to the high alcohol content not any desire to appear cultured, she made her way around the room. She stuck to the edges, close to the walls; Solas was standing in a corner, she'd make her way over there. Slowly so it didn't seem like she was pining for him so soon, she'd time herself if she had to.

She took her eyes off of him for a few moments, watching an exchange between Dorian, Sera and Blackwall. She smiled, a strange trio but humorous nonetheless.

"Vhenan," his breath tickled the back of her neck, and he placed his hands on her hips pulling her close. Her ears and cheeks burned, Solas chuckled, and she swatted him. I shall have my revenge one day, Harel. She turned around, throwing her arms over his shoulders pushing him against the wall, he staggered back she grinned at him before kissing him and then she turned to disappear into the crowd. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back to him, she kissed him again, feeling his lips part under hers. She closed her eyes and leaned into him, their public display would continue to go unnoticed if the crowd remained as it was.

I swear these come out later and later every day. Ugh, anyway. Have some random form of fluff which I am not entirely sure clarifies as fluff.