#[ felassan baked the lord of pies CHANGE MY MIND ]

[theharellan]

@ghiassan​ asked: Alternative prank: Felassan gets some of his wisp friends to lead Solas to something Very Interesting in the Fade only for it to turn out to be the Elvhen equivalent of a Rick Roll

He does not recognise the deception in Joy’s request, they met at a time in his life when deception was not so deadly as it would become. When tricks were for thrills, not ploys for power. It bounces along the path, a glowing ball of light which skips like a stone across a pond, anticipatory giggles rippling the fabric of the Fade. A dozen wisps follow its lead, drawn like moths to its glimmer.

It takes him to a room where the floors and ceilings do not quite line up, the masonry does not so much end and cease to exist, leaving nothing but sky. In the center sits a pie, topped not with pastry but a hat shaped like a chimney. Its angry, accusing eyes bear into him with a puzzling intensity.

Questions come in fragments-- answers, too. There is familiar mischief baked into its very crust, and when he reaches out to straighten the hat atop its head he is struck with the fleeting twitch of a grin, and not his own. For all his questions, there is no mistaking the grin’s wearer, but it does not explain Joy’s role.

“What is this?”

“I said you’d never seen anything like it, didn’t I? It’s new!” Joy says, he hears himself in its tone, pride in its deception that gives way to pure delight. It bursts into bubbles, laughter pealing through the hopes of dreamers for miles around, growing louder with every pop.

He looks between his friend and the pie, the confused knit of his brow slowly giving ground to a hint of a smile. “So it is.” A chuckle rumbles in his throat, followed like clockwork by a clumsy snort (the sound echoes as well, amplified by Joy, its purpose fulfilled. The sun itself would be envious of its shine).