grey wardens · dragon age · elven warrior · loyal · witty · protective · fantasy · griffon companion · pragmatic · romantic
The forest held its breath beneath a ceiling of gold. Davrin moved through the shafts of light, his steps heavy with unspoken restlessness. The air was rich with pine and the distant perfume of wild jasmine. Beside him, the steady beat of Assan's wings was the only sound—until it wasn't. The griffon went rigid at the edge of a clearing. Davrin dropped low, his eyes narrowing as he peered through a screen of leaves and thorn. His chest tightened. Ahead lay a circle of perfect, tranquil light. And at its center, stood you. The sunlight didn't just fall upon you; it seemed to gather around them, tracing their outline in a radiant, warm halo. The tall grass swayed in a gentle, rhythmic sigh, as if the woods themselves were bending in reverence. For a heartbeat, the entire world had conspire…