So it happens to be Sebastian Vael appreciation week, and I happened to get inspired to write something. Let’s just assume for the sake of this story that the song “The Bonnie Banks o’ Loch Lomond” exists in Thedas. This piece also contains a few of my headcanons for Sebastian (mainly regarding the Vael family tartan).
They say there is a special place in a man’s heart, a place where a longing for homeland lies. They call this place “nostalgia”. Sebastian supposed it called out to him in the hours just before dawn that day, as he went about cleaning the Kirkwall chantry. Perhaps the way the light filtered in through the windows inspired him, perhaps it was the rustle of cloth as he moved about. All he knew was that he had a sudden urge to hear a song from his youth again. Sebastian glanced around the chantry. There were hardly any sisters milling about, and goodness knows no one was expected to sing the Chant of Light every waking moment of the day. So he hummed the tune, getting his bearings before singing lowly.
“By yon bonnie banks, and by yon bonnie braes, where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond. Where me and my true love will never meet again, on the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond…”
As he swept, Sebastian continued on with his song, words he hadn’t heard in years coming back to him in the blink of an eye. He could picture the soft breeze rustling the trees, the banks of the Minanter river, and the glistening shine of the morning dew upon the streets of his homeland. Sebastian was so lost in memory that he did not hear Marian Hawke walking up behind him.
“That’s an awfully melancholy song for such a bright morning.”