translucentfeathers
Star
- Joined
- Oct 18, 2015
- Location
- Nowhere
Solas ran a hand over the back of his neck, pacing across the stone in silence, only the soft shifting of Leliana's crows above breaking the quiet. He felt...he felt concern, which in and of itself wasn't inherently a problem but could cause issue. Solas approached his desk, shaking his head, finding the papers...his research? They offered little comfort over what happened at the Temple of Mythal and where this was all leading. With a gentle sigh he returned to his pacing, studying the walls of the mural he had painted, fingers smoothing along the edges of the bright colors and cool stone the paint covered.