[ He moves through the forest near silently, his steps graceful and soft -- the gait might even be familiar, in a way, each step in a careful line as he stalks forward.
His night vision isn't what it used to be, and he calls forth a few wisps to light their way -- soft, glowing echoes of spirits, not quite strong enough to coalesce into something more, but simple and playful, in their own way. They dance and flit around his head like fireflies, and he smiles at them fondly, nodding his thanks. ]
I hope you will not fault me for my being out of practice. I imagine I will seem like a newborn halla finding his legs, to you.
[ The words are spoken fondly, as if to an old friend. Fedora reminds him more than a little of the spirits of which he is so fond, and that he takes the form of a wolf is another source of comfort.
A twig snaps ahead of them, quiet and barely there. A rabbit, perhaps. Solas stills, crouching down. He lowers his voice. ]
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His night vision isn't what it used to be, and he calls forth a few wisps to light their way -- soft, glowing echoes of spirits, not quite strong enough to coalesce into something more, but simple and playful, in their own way. They dance and flit around his head like fireflies, and he smiles at them fondly, nodding his thanks. ]
I hope you will not fault me for my being out of practice. I imagine I will seem like a newborn halla finding his legs, to you.
[ The words are spoken fondly, as if to an old friend. Fedora reminds him more than a little of the spirits of which he is so fond, and that he takes the form of a wolf is another source of comfort.
A twig snaps ahead of them, quiet and barely there. A rabbit, perhaps. Solas stills, crouching down. He lowers his voice. ]
Would you like to do the honors?