Death Comes For the Unlucky BY Kumiko

Kumiko tilted her head, as the other woman's face hardened. The Shadow grinned slowly, Fen'Harel, Solas, The Dread Wolf... you never really knew him, as he deserved to be known. She moved to settle on the ground, reaching to grasp a handful of the ashes she had just deposited at the base of the trees.

Holding the ash out, she sprinkled it in front of her. He's gone, now. But I knew him. Better than most, probably. She tossed the ashes into the wind, Skyhold is not very homey anymore. But that was where the Veil was created, and that is where it had to end.

Her words are quiet, as she rested her hands in her lap, staring up at Vela.

Does it bother you, holding a shard of my Creator, when you loathe someone that she loved?