They're no longer shadows, I am.

Someone is trying to cook me for dinner

Majestic creatures.

I am too old for vanity.

does she want to talk? 😕

rate my fit

Perhaps my spirit is rotten.

Your eyes. They’re like, two pools, so deep, I fear if I dive in I might never come up for air... and your smile, the sun itself turns jealous and refuses to come out from behind the clouds, knowing it cannot shine half as bright.

The veil is indeed wobbly here.

I crave conversations that will never take place.

One must be careful with knowledge. It is only as useful as the person who wields it. Knowledge is power, and power is often used to oppress.

Are you reading any book?

How to tell if she likes you or just tolerates you as a coworker?

Strange. Because I heard you rather meticulously explaining Dorian how you like the sound of my voice.

my six eyes tell me you're just another person but my spirit knows otherwise.

I like my cabin at the Haven

I think someone is cursing me

I say what I believe to be true, even if it gives offense to those who prefer the lie.

me everyday at haven

Indeed. I have seen countless such displays in the Fade

*sighs* how i draw her

is there something on my face?

Sometimes it seems this land is a collection of tragedies, one piled atop another.

and such restrains are seldom weakened with the allure of power

some people are berefted of such mercies

nailed that conversation 🚶🚶🚶

fenedhis!

Not enough frilly cakes at Haven

that is very wise of you my spirit friend

*looks at the breach* this is going to ruin the tour

typical dalish. thinking they are the center of the world.

there's a hole in the sky and maybe I know how to fix it #trust #isawitinthefade

My name is Solas. If there are to be introductions.