“Anywhere?” He smirks. “I like the sound of that...”

“Hello Solas.”

“I am well, better now I know about my gift. How are you?”

“An old friend of yours.” He smiles happily. “Anything fun happen in the Fade while you slept?”

“Did someone ask for guidance into death?”

“I know someone who can help, he is gentle with fellow elves.”

“I am here, I have just been preoccupied with...trying to find the full extent of my ability. I apologise.”

“Not completely. The Fade has been helping too. But...I have missed you my friend.”

// TW slight blood in gif He’s angry. It’s not his anger. But it’s rising as he cleans his hands glaring at anyone who passes him.

"Arguing with a God in his head..."

"Where's my brother...?"

Sensing magic, Falon'Din prodded his vessel awake and directed him towards the magic. "Hello, Atish'an." Ir'Din'An managed through a yawn.

He hugged back smiling, still slightly sleepy and held back a yawn. "How have you been? How's your magic?"

"Now why would you do a thing like that? Those poos books..."

"I miss my brother..."

"I may have been in the Fade too long..."

He softly smirks at himself, he can sense someone thinking about him.

Ir'Din'An is asleep, yet his body walks around Skyhold acting as if awake. Breathes deeply. "It is stale. It smells of...life."

"Did I...forget something..."

"You are boring, brother."