Dampness clung to his skin like an old friend, ignored for the most part even as drops fell from still partially wet locks. They would dry quickly enough and he was hardly concerned about lack of moisture when the whole point had been to wash away grime and the dirt of travelling for so long alone. Of course, such things were put to one side as he heard something. It did not register right away, though he should have known without evening thinking on it, instead instinct acted for him and had the elvhen in a position ready to do battle if he had to. But as he would soon discover there would be no need, not the slightest shred of concern that he may be bothered, after all who would dare challenge Fen'harel when beheld in such a state? Only the truly foolish would try to, and most of such individuals had been cut down long ago. What stood before him was magnificent and to anyone else it would likely terrify them, certainly so for any Dalish elf should they come across it.
But to him? The sight was a comfort, and a relief.
Grief he had almost carried, tension unwound from his whole form he had not even known he'd held within it ever since waking, a breath exhaled of pure reassurance. He was alive, he was well and moving and had seemingly recovered after the strain such a spell centuries ago had placed upon that wolf. For a moment that was all he needed to know. Until the gears started to turn rapidly, a familiar magic surrounding him all at once. What did he say to one he'd fled from out of fear of being left alone after such trials - of not being enough even if they had both survived and awoken once more, the same man that perhaps knowingly or not, held his heart in the palm of his hands? Capable of being treated like a treasure or snapping it in two like a twig and leaving an empty void in the wake of such feeling.
At first all he managed was a sharp ragged intake of breath as he got to his feet slowly, as if he were a man finding water after being out in a desert for too long, hands discarding of excess liquid with a flick of his wrist and a touch of magic. Though standing, the wolf still overshadowed him considerably, but he did not mind it. A few scant steps was all it took given how much space such a being took up, a hand that reached out to touch dark fur ever so briefly, soft and warm, his own hand shaking. It was enough of a confirmation that he was not dreaming still at least. Only then did he reach closer, to sit before the great wolf as if it - he - were nothing more than a large pup. He was anything but that. But his hand moved again, more sure this time to touch that same pitch black fur, gentle and slow, as if he still could not quite believe it all.
But to him? The sight was a comfort, and a relief.
Grief he had almost carried, tension unwound from his whole form he had not even known he'd held within it ever since waking, a breath exhaled of pure reassurance. He was alive, he was well and moving and had seemingly recovered after the strain such a spell centuries ago had placed upon that wolf. For a moment that was all he needed to know. Until the gears started to turn rapidly, a familiar magic surrounding him all at once. What did he say to one he'd fled from out of fear of being left alone after such trials - of not being enough even if they had both survived and awoken once more, the same man that perhaps knowingly or not, held his heart in the palm of his hands? Capable of being treated like a treasure or snapping it in two like a twig and leaving an empty void in the wake of such feeling.
At first all he managed was a sharp ragged intake of breath as he got to his feet slowly, as if he were a man finding water after being out in a desert for too long, hands discarding of excess liquid with a flick of his wrist and a touch of magic. Though standing, the wolf still overshadowed him considerably, but he did not mind it. A few scant steps was all it took given how much space such a being took up, a hand that reached out to touch dark fur ever so briefly, soft and warm, his own hand shaking. It was enough of a confirmation that he was not dreaming still at least. Only then did he reach closer, to sit before the great wolf as if it - he - were nothing more than a large pup. He was anything but that. But his hand moved again, more sure this time to touch that same pitch black fur, gentle and slow, as if he still could not quite believe it all.
Ir abelas. I did not wish to cause more pain- if you were not... here. I wanted to see what had become of Thedas, why I had woke to a world in which the veil was gone after everything that was done for it,he began softly, it may not be entirely an explanation that the wolf may want, but that had been his reasoning at the time of his awakening.
I have missed you, ma fen, you do not know what a joy it is to see you awake and well again.Not perhaps a reason, but a statement true enough. There was nothing but warmth there, in the gaze he held, a soft hazel against the stark red of six eyes looking back and in the soft smile he wore.
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