#IT WILL BE VEILGUARD SOON. In future chapters veilguard will be mentioned bc ofc i have to make it sad

[fenharel-babe]

Meow

@emmg Here’s chapter 1 (though you’ve read the first half). And……..I’ll be brave and add @thessaralka too since I love both of y’all’s content and comments lol.

Chapter 1: The Incident

Solas gets some interesting news about the Inquisitor….and everyone has to find a way to fix it.

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He honestly didn’t know how to deal with it. When he heard whispers of the news, he was shocked and saw it as a joke rumor that Sera spread.

But hers usually were physical pranks, not this.

Bloom was supposed to arrive at Skyhold that morning. Solas, like he always did, waited in the rotunda for her. She always came there when she arrived, no matter how tired she was. She loved getting a quick hug from him before she did whatever other business she needed to do. She’d also maybe sneak a kiss or two before she would leave. But that morning, she didn’t arrive as herself. She arrived as…

A cat.

A. Cat.

At first, he didn’t know it was her. He waited and waited that morning, but she never came to greet him, and he even heard the people whisper and say, “The inquisitor is back!” He assumed that maybe she had urgent matters to attend to, not even having time to stop by and see him. He understood that, and wouldn’t blame her. Even if a small part of him was sad he didn’t see her.

That is, until Cassandra came marching into the rotunda. He stood up quickly, expecting some kind of emergency, but instead saw her coming towards him with a small cat. The cat was white with orange and black spots around her face and on her body, and had a tail that was black. The eyes were bright blue, which was not usually found in cats.

Cassandra walked up to him and gently placed the cat on his table. She sighed and ran a hand across her forehead. “So, we have an issue.”

The cat immediately walked over to Solas, carefully avoiding his books, and sat on the edge of the desk. It stood up and reached its paws towards him. It meowed at him, and kept meowing and reaching for him.

He sat back down with an unease look on his face. “What’s the issue involving a cat?” At the mention of its presence, it reached out again for him, meowing. He gently pet the top of its head, smiling when it leaned into his hand, arching its back when he trailed his hand down.

“The cat is the inquisitor,” Cassandra said blankly.

He froze and looked up at her with wide eyes. “The cat is what?” He looked at the cat and pulled his hand back immediately. The cat meowed multiple times again, as if she’s trying to explain, but she gives up and makes a growling sound.

Cassandra sighed. “There were some mages that attacked us, and they cast a spell and it must’ve gone wrong.” She looked down at the cat—who she claims is Bloom—and gently taps her paw. “She seems to be conscious and not completely a cat, but…she’s stuck looking like this.” Her face and tone was completely serious, but she was worried. As a cat, Bloom had more chances of being hurt or even carried away by someone.

“Bloom?” Solas asked. The cat looked over immediately and meowed. He thought of how to prove it was her, and not a random cat. “Show me where my sketchbook is,” he ordered. Only Bloom knew where it was, and a regular cat couldn’t just find it by chance. The cat immediately jumped down and went over to the paint cans in the corner of the room. They were covered by a big cloth, but she squeezed her way under it, and he could hear some scratching on the floor. Only a few moments later did the book come sliding across the floor, with her following soon after.

“I have never seen a spell like this before,” Solas said. He picked up the sketchbook, quietly laughing when Bloom ran over to him and pawed at his arm. Guessing what she wanted, he picked her up and carried her back to the desk, setting her on top. “I’m assuming some sort of transformation spell went wrong.” He sighed and looked above to the library. “I’ll have to do some research to fix this issue. I’m not certain about how long it will take.”

Cassandra nodded and glanced at Bloom. “Well, what do we do about her? She can’t just walk around Skyhold like a normal cat. She could get injured, or even taken away.”

“Have someone watching her at all times, then,” Solas suggested. He went to speak again, but the door opened again. It opened quick and loud, causing Bloom to yowl and moved to be beside Cassandra.

“Where is our lovely inquisitor? I have heard some…interesting news,” Dorian said with a barely contained smile. He gasped when he heard Bloom let out a high noise, and he went still as he saw her jump down from the desk. She ran over to Dorian and pawed at his leg, meowing very loudly. “I thought Sera was pulling my leg,” he said as he picked her up gently. She meowed at him even more before he laughed and gently poked her noise. “Dear, remember I cannot understand you. Talking like this is a waste of time.” She growled slightly before she went quiet again.

“Do you have a guess of how long this will take? I already know Josephine is panicking about all the things she has to put on hold,” Cassandra said with a little snort.

Solas looked away as he thought. “It can probably take a few days?” He guessed. He looked at Dorian. “I will need assistance to fix this as quickly as possible.” He ignored the small feeling of jealousy at seeing Bloom relaxing in Dorian’s arms.

“Aww, we can’t just keep her this tiny for awhile?” Dorian cooed. He rolled his eyes when Bloom growled again. “Fine, fine, we’ll fix this as soon as possible. Let’s go to the library and see what we have. I bet Vivienne is already on the case,” he said with a little chuckle. He walked over to Solas and held her out, almost dropping her into Solas’s arms.

“Be careful!” Cassandra scolded the two.

“Cats always land on their feet, she would’ve been fine if she fell. Besides, dear Solas would never let her fall.” He gestured towards the stairs that led to the library. “Now, shall we?”

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A Few Hours Later

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Dorian had heard of this magic before, but only in passing. Almost everyone has heard of transformation magic, but not necessarily casting the spell on someone else. He had never seen what happened if it failed, and, well, he got an answer.

The answer was Bloom, the Inquisitor, curled up in a little ball as a cat sitting on his favorite chair in his little corner of the library, purring as she slept peacefully. Dorian was just climbing back up the stairs to the library after dinner and he found her there, not in her specific chair that was right in front of his!

He sighed from the top stair and considered what to do. Wake up poor, innocent Bloom who rarely ever slept even in her regular elven form? Or let his chair get covered in cat hairs and sit in her smaller chair and most definitely hurt his back?

She shifted in her sleep and put her paws over her eyes.

Her chair it is then.

He took only a few steps forward, mind you quiet steps, before Bloom’s ears twitched and her head popped up a moment later. He sighed. “I tried not to wake you, Petal, but your pointed ears are even stronger than your normal pointed ones,” he joked as he gently scratched her head. She meowed and lean into his hand, making his heart just swell up from cuteness.

She stood up and stretched before she jumped from his chair to hers. She sat and meowed at Dorian, seeming to smile, if that’s possible for cats.

He smiles in return and places a hand on his chest. “Aww, you’re so cute. Sometimes I forget you’re you.” He sighs again and heads to his regular bookshelf. He goes back to the task of looking for books mentioning even a hint of transformation information, which is quite a few. He takes out five to start and sets them next to his chair. “I would prefer our regular banter, but I know that cannot happen, so I must find a solution.” He looks back at her and goes quiet when he sees her curled up in a ball again, fast asleep. He snorts with amusement and whispers, “Don’t worry your little head. We’ll all figure this out.”

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Later that Night

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Solas sat at his usual desk in the rotunda, surrounded by different books. He was looking through different paragraphs and pages, and when he didn’t find what he needed, he put the book on the ground by the desk. It wasn’t unusual for him to be surrounded by books, but what was unusual was that Solas had a little cat in his lap. He was never too fond of letting animals in the rotunda because he didn’t want them to get hurt from his supplies or mess up his study.

But he gave in when Bloom came hopping down the library steps and sat by his desk, looking up at him with those blue eyes of hers. She looked even cuter as a cat, which he considered cheating in some way.

Bloom messed with the string of his jawbone necklace and meowed. Loudly. She had been doing so every few minutes, which made him concerned. “Are you all right, Vhenan?” He looked down from his book and gently pat her head, and trailed his touch down her body to test for any reaction, but found none. She jumped down and ran over to the couch in the rotunda, sitting down and meowing again. She seemed to try and pat the couch and this time meowed lowly at him, like she was mad. He was confused for a second until he remembered what usually made her mad at him. It was when he worked too hard or was up late in the night, whether studying or painting.

He sighed and looked back at the book, searching for information to fix this spell. “I’m sorry, Vhenan, but I have to keep looking. There must be a fix to this spell so we can get you back to normal.” She ran back over to him and bit his leggings, and tried to pull him out of the chair, though failing miserably. He didn’t give her another response, since his answer was going to be the same, and she did not like that. She jumped up on to the desk and sat right in front of him, right in the middle of his book. She sniffed his nose and gave him a small lick, and meowed innocently.

He sighed and went to pick her up, but she swatted at his hand (with claws out) and growled. He had a feeling that this was a losing battle and he didn’t want to stress her out when she’s already stuck in a cat body and is stressed. He would give in. Just this once. He stood up with defeat and smiled as he pet her head. “Fine, I’ll rest for tonight.” He picks her up and holds her against him as he marks his page on the book and heads to the couch. He sits her down first and then lays down, and wraps the small blanket around himself before he relaxes.

He falls asleep that night to the soothing purrs of Bloom as she kneads the couch and then curls up next to him.

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The Next Day

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Solas wakes to noise of something scratching against the floor, and quiet giggles. He opens his eyes slowly, groaning as his eyes adjust to the brightness. Once they do, he groans for a different reason. Sera is standing in the corner of the rotunda, holding a piece of glass and is aiming the sunlight that touches it onto the ground. She moves it around fast, failing to stifle her giggles when Bloom chases the light, trying to catch it. Then suddenly the door swings open and Vivienne steps in with a book in her arms.

She glances at Sera, at the glass in her hand, and then at Bloom. She sighs and shakes her head, choosing to not even address what’s going on. “I have come to deliver some good news.” She heads to the desk and places it down, it opened up to a certain page. “I have not found an exact solution to getting you out of this,” her rave twists with a little disgust, “form, but I found a spell that can help you for right now. It will give you the ability to speak.”

Sera giggles. “So she’ll be a talking cat? For real? Like in the crazy books or drunken stories?”

“Yes, just like that. It’ll help with Josephine’s stress and you’ll be able to attend meetings.”

Bloom jumps up onto the desk and nods with a meow. Though she wishes to get out of this form, being able to talk is a good step up. She’s tired of only meowing and having no one understand her.

Vivienne looks at Solas and claps. “Come on, let’s get up. I want to work on this as soon as possible."

Solas gets up with a yawn and then smiles when he feels something tugging on his sweater. Bloom’s leaned up on her hind legs, her front paws on his chest. He chuckles and pets her head, and scratches under her chin. “Come on. Let’s get this done.” He wouldn’t say it aloud with others there, but he did miss the sound of her voice.

Vivienne, Solas, and Bloom head to the undercroft, Bloom laying in Solas’s arms and only jumping onto the nearby table when he puts her down. Vivienne has a few bottles already on the table, and Bloom resists the urge to knock them over. She feels more like a cat than yesterday.

Vivienne grabs a vial and mixes some of the other potions into it, adding a few leaves of some herbs as well. She mixes it all up and pours it into a small bowl. She places it in front of Bloom and gestures. "Please, drink for me, Inquisitor." Bloom sniffs the liquid and recoils at the nasty smell. She looks up at Vivienne with a sort of "do I really have to drink this?" look, which makes her nod.

She growls and leans down again and drinks until the bowl is empty, which takes awhile given how she can only drink with her tongue. Once it's empty, she gags a little. "Maker, that was awful!" Her eyes widen and she gasps. "Oh, I can talk again!"

"It seems this spell has worked to at least give her her voice back, but not her body," Solas says.

Vivienne messes with her clothes and sighs with annoyance. "Yes, I have not found a spell yet to give her her form back."

Bloom twirls in a circle and giggles. "But I have my voice back! That's a good start, yes?"

Solas smiles and pets her head. "Yes, it is. But we must continue our research, and I'm sure you should attend a few meetings, yes?" He picks her up gently and scratches under her chin to ease her annoyance. He knows how dislikes long meetings, but they are a necessity.

She sighs. "Fiiine, take me to see Josephine."

They bid Vivienne a good day and Solas brings Bloom to Josephine's office. Josephine looks up when they enter and smiles wide, unable to stop it. "Good morning, Inquisitor."

"Good morning, Josephine."

She gasps. "You can speak now?" She smiles for a different reason now. "Oh! This will makes things much easier!" She stands up and grabs her clipboard and quill. "Are you able to speak with the council for a bit? We'll address only the important ones since I'm sure this form is," she looks at her with sympathy, "tiring, yes?"

Bloom sighs and her ears tilt down. "Very tiring, Josie."

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