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Felassan ([personal profile] loosed) wrote2024-12-08 09:59 pm
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[personal profile] dirthala 2025-02-22 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Solas keeps his gaze forward, looking out across that empty landscape, waiting for some spark of inspiration to answer the question. He sees—

He sees nothing. Felassan can imagine new buildings and landscapes, but when Solas reaches for a similar idea, all he feels that simmering anger and frustration of a long-stymied conflict. A library, he thinks first; but they already have that downstairs, and he knows it will eventually fill with arcane studies and texts and notes from the best and brightest their movement has to offer. Research searching for the right ritual and the right weapon, a silver-tipped arrow to lodge in the heart of the Evanuris.

That is still war. It’s not unimportant; there’s strategic value in it. It feels, sometimes, as if he has forgotten how to prioritise anything that doesn’t have pointed strategic value. And thinking of what one might want for oneself is still relatively new and unfamiliar — new words, new verbs, I, I want — but he considers.

“A music room,” he says, at last. “I would like to hear and play music, here, if we’re to stay here long-term.”