Wistful Reunion

The male was petting him, as if he were a domesticated animal, and some small part of him appreciates the touch. But he gives a huff of slight annoyance, nonetheless. His young daughter was the only one who currently got away with petting him, and he took a step back, seated himself and listened.

It would seem the younger elf did not know anything new; and yet Solas could not claim to be omnipotent, simply awake. He's quiet, studying his companion, many eyes narrowing as for a moment Revas' existence seems to be wiped away and replaced.

June. Nice to see you once more. Neutral-toned, yet firm, he does not give away how he felt about the spirit possessing Revas. He'd figured there would be a spirit, after all. In today's world... unless one is a spirit themselves, or has a strong enough will, it is unlikely they remain unpossessed.

And for all that Revas was, he had never been a terribly strong spirit. Too trusting, too kind. As quickly as June has shown himself, he's put himself away, too. First, Myta does walk on this plane again. His ears flick lazily.

She was retained by the Witches of the Wild, passed through the family line, and retained by the Inquisitor that ended the last Blight. His sounds sad; he has yet to bring Vela home. But at least her departure gave him more time with Mythal before trying to figure out where he stood with the ex-Inquisitor.

Red eyes wander aimless, Arlathan is beautiful, crafted from the past, and nurtured to be what Vela wished it to be. He does not explain who Vela is.

He stood, shaking his fur out, It is time to return home to Skyhold. There, you will learn more about the Dalish, and the City Elves. But mostly, it was time for Solas to return to Mythal's side. He didn't like leaving her alone any longer than he needed, especially with Elgar'nan among the People.