Whenever I go to the Exalted plains I always imagine Lavellan feeling this mixture of excitement and deep sorrow. I imagine that she’s spent almost all of her life in the Free Marches with her clan occasionally living in Nevarra and Antiva, but has never been to Orlais.
I can imagine her arriving in the Dales and feeling this sense of right and home in her very bones, I can imagine her looking out over the expanse of the plains or the endless green of the emerald graves and feeling this deep sense of belonging. Then this intense awful grief, that this was once home, this was once the land of her people, and it is lost to her.
I was always a little annoyed that for the Dalish inquisitor there was never really an option to get properly angry with people when they patronize her or dismiss her beliefs, I wanted that renegade option where you can yell at a chantry mother or deck a noble.
I want my Inquisitor to be able to ride up to the winter palace on a enormous halla in the most elvhen outfit possible saying to Orlais.
“we’re still here, you haven’t won”