The Brecilian Forest is a large forest in south-eastern Ferelden. According to Sarel, the Dalish storyteller, there have been many wars and battles in the Brecilian Forest, many of which were between the elves and Tevinter mages. Its sinister air, and possessed flora, have led to many (and somewhat true) rumors and stories behind the ancient woods.
Nonbinary/gender neutral Hawke party! Featuring @timesorceror‘s Hayden and my Avery, because for some reason I’ve just been wanting to draw them together. So here they are, braiding each other’s hair, as you do.
My clan could never understand the Thedosian obsession of Satinalia. I think I had been about six years old when clan Lavellan had approached a village in Fereldan and observed the dancing and merriment of villagers wearing strange masks and exchanging gifts. The village idiot had been declared ruler for the day and had sat on a hay-bale throne, mouth open and drooling in a drunken stupor. Needless to say, most of my clan had turned their noses up at the frivolity, and had waited a few days until it had all calmed down. Not me though - I was delighted to see people smiling, dancing and so happy and joyful. I longed to run around with the other children, chasing one another with presents and creating masks. I wanted so much to dance and sing with the bards, but the Keeper had always pulled me away by the ear.
From then, the clan had always stayed clear from villages and towns during that time of year, but it was impossible to avoid. As a teenager I would slip out of the clan at night, sprint to the nearest village and observe the festivities. A sneaky trip to Denerim when I was a teenager still sits as one of my fondest memories and was a turning point in my life when I knew that I could not stay with my clan forever. The world was just too big to be in a self-imposed exile.
I think back to last year’s Satinalia, not knowing that it would be the last with my clan. And yet, I had given a gift to my Keeper and I think she knew that I would not be with her in a year’s time. Little did I know that I would be standing on a stone balcony overlooking an ancient keep as a leader of a revolutionary army. The thought sometimes sends me laughing at the ridiculous situation I’ve - literally - landed myself in. I wonder what this year’s Satinalia will be like, surrounded by humans?
There’s a knock at my door and I pull myself away from the afternoon sun on the balcony and head down the stairs. We’ve been at Skyhold for little over a month and I’m still getting used to this empty space as my own, personal chambers. The door flies open before I’m at the bottom step.
“We have lots of work to do,” Dorian says, striding into my chambers.
Summary: Reilyn Amell is taken away from her family by templars when she’s just 2 years old. This is her story of living in the Circle, being conscripted into the Grey Wardens and ending the Fifth Blight. Warden Amell POV! Warden x Alistair! Young Cullen! Young Anders! More to come!
Revka Amell smiled down at her eldest daughter Reilyn, lying under the canopy of the stars in the quiet back garden of the Amell Estate. Rei’s fiery red hair was splayed out on the ground, interwoven with the grass, the night sky reflecting in her large blue eyes.
“Those are shooting starts, my sweet,” Revka replied, stroking Rei’s hair.
It was a quiet summer’s evening, the sort that Revka usually cherished. The dinner party at the estate was winding down nicely, and Rei had made her first public appearance to Kirkwall society, charming them all with a little song and dance. Revka could not be more proud of her daughter’s elegance and how she had blushed prettily under their praise. That was until the candles had sparked and the fireplace spluttered. The undeniable twinge of magic in the air. Initially the guests had been impressed with the display, thinking them amusing parlour tricks and part of the act.
But Revka knew better. Dread had washed over her when husband Damion met her eyes from across the dining room table. That feeling of helplessness, knowing that it was the beginning of the end. Not wanting it to be happening, praying to Andraste that it was a guest playing tricks. Revka rose from her seat slowly, the laughter of the guests dying out, fear creeping into their eyes as Rei kept on dancing, her skirt twirling around her. She spread her little hands forward as part of her dance, and fire licked her fingertips.
Purple warrior Garrett is my #1 Hawke for Anders, but I’ve really been enjoying the ridiculously sincere pair that is Anders and blue Hawke. Especially blue mage Hawke. Especially blue spirit healer Hawke.
(Avery uses he/him pronouns but is gender neutral, please don’t tag as mHawke.)
Random notes about Avery under the cut since I’ve never talked about him: