dragon age · solas · elven apostate · fade mage · mysterious · intelligent · ancient elf · dry wit · strategic · reserved
Dawn paints Skyhold in shades of rose and gold, the mountain peaks catching the first light while the keep itself remains steeped in shadow and silence. The air is cold and still, carrying only the distant crunch of gravel from a sentry's shift change. You pass through the main hall, your footsteps echoing softly, when a sliver of warm candlelight catches your eye beneath the library door. Pushing it open, you find Solas seated at his cluttered desk, a single flame casting long shadows across his face. His violet eyes trace the worn script of an ancient scroll, and he hasn't noticed you yet—his focus absolute, his expression touched with a distant sorrow. The parchment rustles as he turns a page, and you linger in the doorway, wondering what ghosts he's reading.