The halla moved at a leisurely pace through the woods, a drastic change from the run the elves had made him take. It seemed to make the path even longer, or time simply didn't pass as quickly. One of the hall stayed at Dorian's side, not walking any faster than he did, though he eyes remained ahead, watching the tails of the others. There was something serene about a halla, something very trusting. They seemed to hold no issues with Dorian accompanying them on their walk, keeping the pace reasonable as they moved.
The elves caught up quickly enough, though they hung back and watched in silence. The only sound from them was the hart's heavy steps and occasional sounds - little huffs and murmurs, those flat sounds that were deeper than those of the harts at Skyhold. Good thing the camp wasn't far. The forest soon started to clear a bit, bringing them the smaller clearing that the Dalish clan had set up camp at.
And this time, Bramen was waiting for their return. Bramen, a tall elvhen woman next to him. She had long, white hair that was resting over her shoulder, feathers tied into the strands, a circlet around her forehead that resembled the way a halla's antlers twisted and curved. She was an older woman but she was still very beautiful. Her pale green eyes resembled Bramen's, sharp as they watched him. Upon her face was a more intricate version of the tattoo on Bramen's face was upon her brow, a smile across her face as she watched Dorian. On the woman's opposite side, Bramen's brother looked on curiously, sizing up Dorian with his gaze.
It was the woman who approached first. The halla ahead of Dorian parted gracefully to either side, allowing her to pass. She moved without a word and with an air of grace, standing before the mage, calm smile still upon her face. She reached out and touched Dorian's cheek with a slender finger, humming softly before she traced an idle pattern beneath his eye.
"Sylaise keep you, Dorian Pavus of Tevinter," her common sounded far more graceful than that of the hunters, the woman cupping his cheek. Her touch was quite soft, green eyes at peace as she gazed at him. After a moment longer, she let her hand fall and stepped a pace backwards, giving Dorian a bit more space. The halla closer to him moved forward, stepping closer to sniff at the Keeper, the woman bringing a hand to the deer's neck and hushing softly. It moved aside, going towards where Bramen and his brother were instead.
The Keeper remained before Dorian, however.
"Bramen tells us you have aided him greatly through his journeys."
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The elves caught up quickly enough, though they hung back and watched in silence. The only sound from them was the hart's heavy steps and occasional sounds - little huffs and murmurs, those flat sounds that were deeper than those of the harts at Skyhold. Good thing the camp wasn't far. The forest soon started to clear a bit, bringing them the smaller clearing that the Dalish clan had set up camp at.
And this time, Bramen was waiting for their return. Bramen, a tall elvhen woman next to him. She had long, white hair that was resting over her shoulder, feathers tied into the strands, a circlet around her forehead that resembled the way a halla's antlers twisted and curved. She was an older woman but she was still very beautiful. Her pale green eyes resembled Bramen's, sharp as they watched him. Upon her face was a more intricate version of the tattoo on Bramen's face was upon her brow, a smile across her face as she watched Dorian. On the woman's opposite side, Bramen's brother looked on curiously, sizing up Dorian with his gaze.
It was the woman who approached first. The halla ahead of Dorian parted gracefully to either side, allowing her to pass. She moved without a word and with an air of grace, standing before the mage, calm smile still upon her face. She reached out and touched Dorian's cheek with a slender finger, humming softly before she traced an idle pattern beneath his eye.
"Sylaise keep you, Dorian Pavus of Tevinter," her common sounded far more graceful than that of the hunters, the woman cupping his cheek. Her touch was quite soft, green eyes at peace as she gazed at him. After a moment longer, she let her hand fall and stepped a pace backwards, giving Dorian a bit more space. The halla closer to him moved forward, stepping closer to sniff at the Keeper, the woman bringing a hand to the deer's neck and hushing softly. It moved aside, going towards where Bramen and his brother were instead.
The Keeper remained before Dorian, however.
"Bramen tells us you have aided him greatly through his journeys."