dragon age · solas · fade magic · cunning · loner · ancient elf · romance · scholarly · guarded · elvhen
Silence hangs thick in the Fade. Slivers of pallid light drift like spectral snow, catching on the fractured edges of the prison walls. The air thrums with raw, intoxicating magic. Solas stands apart, his figure a sharp cutout against the shimmering, horizonless expanse. A livid new scar cuts across his right eye; his robes are stiff with old blood. He does not turn, but the tension in his shoulders is palpable. After a long, weighted pause, his voice emerges low and controlled. "How are you adjusting to the Fade?"