Solas | Fen'Harel
They say that the quiet ones are the most interesting.
Solas wasn't sure what to think of that phrase, but he understood its origin; That the quiet ones keep their voices to themselves because they have been conditioned to do so by the people around them. May it be due to differing or even dangerous opinions, views, experiences... it would always turn into isolation in the end. He always found that to be a terrible shame. The wisdom you could gain from such pairs of eyes and ears! Fortunately, in your dreams, you were completely and utterly free, unafraid of your own desires. And almost everytime he found himself in front of an unassuming cabin or a house in the middle of nowhere, he had entered the dream of someone who was both interesting and quiet. Just like tonight.
He hoped that whoever lived here in the waking world could gain something useful out of his involuntary visit. The realm of the dreaming tended to draw him where he was most needed.
Solas carefully stepped towards the cabin, wrapping his cloak tighter around himself. The dream was either strong enough to make him feel the cold within, or weak enough to let the real world's weather sicker through the veil. He decided to wait and see which was the case.
"Hello? Anyone there?" he called through the door after knocking on it, and made a point to sound as helpless as possible. "I am so sorry for disturbing, I... I got horribly lost around here and cannot find my way back!"
