WHERE FIELDS OF FLOWERS BLOOM — CHAPTER THREE: LIGHT IN THIS DARKENED TIME.
fic rating: explicit, for eventual smut. | chapter rating: teen. | categories (for this chapter): missing scenes, hurt/comfort. | pairing: solavellan. | content warnings (for this chapter): canon typical violence, death, war, discussion of religion and faith. | word count: 3.2K. | alternate link: ao3.
author’s notes: “only a light in this darken'd time breaks.” — the canticle of andraste. | a big thank you to @thebookworm0001 and @fandombird123 for helping me make sure i didn’t botch my intentions too badly. :3 full author’s notes are on ao3.
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The howls of wolves drifted over the rolling hills and plains of the Hinterlands, touching the edges of the West Road. A split pack must have been somewhere nearby, trying to navigate their way around the rubble left by the Templars and bandits, rifts and demons, back to each other. With the tremors in the Veil, and the scent of blood and ash heavy in the air, it would have been a difficult task. Still, as he listened to another chorus rise over the camp, Solas hoped they would make it.
The sense that it would be a long night was shared by the Inquisition’s party. After they cleared the Templar encampment, it was decided it was as good a place as any to stop for the night, before resuming their journey to the Horsemaster at dawn. Traps and wards were laid in case of bears or an ambush; but if the rustle within the tents, their horses’ unrest, and six out of ten in their party remaining outside was any indication, night’s cloak provided the opposite of comfort.
