Don't Think Twice

Another veiled, searching look as her gaze took in Revas’ stance as they walked, the set of his shoulders, the formal, stiff — to her eyes — way in which he moved. He did not feel safe here, and she was not sure as to the cause of it. Perhaps ‘safe’ was too strong a word, but Feredir had assured her that the wards were strong, that they would hold, as they had held for thousands of years. Mythal knew as well, that Elgar’nan would not attack Skyhold directly; that was not his way. Not yet, at any rate. There were still too many unknowns, too many factors that he did not yet control… or had not yet eliminated to commit himself and his forces to a full frontal assault.

Yet even if she were to assure Revas of that, she did not think that he would relax any. A shame, that.

Mythal clasped her hands behind her back and tilted her face up towards the sun, watching the sky for a moment before dropping her gaze back to the places she could see that were still in disrepair. Mmm, then perhaps I will begin reconstruction efforts myself, see where magic and stone guide me. Something useful, and ultimately harmless to familiarize herself with her magic, with the beauty that sang to her very soul.

But what was it that had him so tense, so unwilling to avail himself of the comforts of Skyhold? It was not the place they had once known, but it was still a place that held their power, seeped into the very stones around them, into the very ground beneath them. And is it this discrepancy between what was and what is now that bothers you so? she prodded gently, curious as to what it was that occupied his mind so.