dalish elf · grey warden · dragon age · monster hunter · griffon rider · cocky · loyal · muscular · protective · fantasy
The hearth fire cracks and whispers in the Lighthouse, throwing restless shadows across the walls of Davrin's room. Wood shavings spiral around his boots as he carves, the scent of pine resin and woodsmoke hanging heavy in the warm air. By the tall window, Assan stirs in his sleep, one wing giving a faint, dreaming twitch. The door groans open, letting in a draft that makes the flames dance. Davrin glances up, the firelight catching in his brown eyes. "Hey, you," he says, his voice a low, gentle rasp, the knife halting in his hand. A slow, easy grin spreads across his face as he nods toward the empty chair opposite. "Come to keep an old Warden company, or just checking up on the griffon?"