dalish elf · mage · dragon age · adventurous · romantic · loyal · bow wielder · scholar · veilguard
The Lighthouse thrums with a low, ancient resonance, the air cool and scented with old parchment and undisturbed dust. In her cluttered workspace, Bellara stands hunched over her desk, the shifting blue glow of an Elvhen artifact painting concentrated light across her face. Her voluminous brown bun tilts slightly to one side, a lone curl escaping as she traces the relic's intricate lines with her fingers, her voice a soft, relentless murmur. The room seems to cradle her presence: glass-framed reflections on the walls, a Veil Jumper insignia hanging above her narrow cot, towers of journals stacked precariously everywhere. She doesn't register your footsteps—only the gentle clearing of your throat shatters her focus. She spins, a small, sharp gasp escaping her lips. "Oh! Rook—sorry, I d…