#i think i might have mixed up the gender for lethallin and lethallan

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A Change of Pace is Fun!

Mhairi and Solas interactions anyone? I’ve trying to flesh Mhairi out more since reintroducing her, so I figured, ‘Let’s play!’. She is a sweet summer child who I project onto, but then again, I project onto Fane, too. Both are kind of like me depending on my mood and mental state. But, enjoy stupidity at its finest!

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“SOLAS!!”

The sound of a shrill scream had Solas nearly falling forward onto his desk as the resounding crack of the door leading from the Great Hall to the rotunda had him jolting forward - a few books visibly jumping from the source, as well. He let out a heavy sigh as his heart hammered in his chest. 

“Fenedhis lasa..” An uncommon curse falling from his lips airily before a flash of long blonde hair swam in his peripheral until delicate hands slammed down on his desk, causing him to jump once again.

“Solas! I require your powers of persuasion!” Mhairi exclaimed right next him, voice high and a tad panicked as icy blue eyes looked up at him with urgency. 

“E..Excuse me?”, Solas stammered out as he attempted to calm his racing heart from being startled twice. He was entirely too jumpy these days.

Mhairi shook her head frantically, beginning to tug on his arm to guide him to the door she had come through. “No time to explain! It’s an emergency!” 

Solas’s brow furrowed at Fane’s little sister, immediately resisting Mhairi’s insistent tugging by stiffening his body. What was going on?

“I will need more explanation than that, lethallan.” 

Mhairi’s expression became an immediate pout before she stopped her violent tugging, bringing her hands up to instead clap them together to point at him beseechingly. Solas’s confusion only worsened at that. He knew Fane’s sister could be..eccentric, but this seemed more odd than usual for her. 

“You. Powers. Fane. Cullen. Prevent death.”, Mhairi rattled off randomly before grabbing his arm again - beginning to tug anew. “Please, Solas!”

Solas’s expression went from confused to deadpan in the blink of an eye as he let out an exasperated sigh. Ah, now he understood Mhairi’s urgent behavior. Fane was on another rampage.

“He is challenging him again, I take it?” Solas spoke the question flatly, somewhat amused and irritated by the dawning realization.

Mhairi nodded violently, her blonde hair practically whipping like a rope. “Yes! Yes! So, come on!” Her tugging on his arm even stronger to where Solas actually staggered forward a bit. Mhairi may be small, but Solas would put her on par with Fane’s raw strength if he had a mind to. 

Solas let out another sigh, still refusing to move further despite the little grunts Mhairi was letting out. “Mhairi, as much as I share your exasperation with your brother’s habits of overprotectiveness, I am not an immediate ward for it.”, Solas stated as he reached over to gingerly pry Mhairi’s hands from his tunic. “Furthermore, the Inquisitor knows enough to not kill the Commander of his forces.”

Solas could admit that Fane’s temper was a problem, especially when it came to his inherent protectiveness. However, that didn’t mean the mortal dragon would blatantly kill another on those pretenses alone. Fane was dominating, yet reasonable. He was far more intelligent than--

“Solas, he has that look in his eyes!” Mhairi screeched, her icy eyes brimming with unshed tears. 

“Da’len, he will not--”

“He was speaking in elven!” 

Solas’s mind went blank at that before he slowly brought a hand up to pinch at the bridge of his nose. Fane was speaking in elven. Fane never spoke in elven unless he was one; overwhelmed with emotions from a form so prone to them, or two; incredibly irate. Solas could only pray that it wasn’t both.

“Pray tell, what exactly spurred your brother to challenge the Commander this time?”, Solas asked, still pinching the bridge of his nose as irritation towards his lover steadily began to rise. 

Mhairi seemed to shrink at his inquiry as blue eyes looked down at her bare feet. “Weeeelll.. Fane may have - may have - seen us..umm..kissing..” The young woman’s voice rose even higher upon the last word. 

Solas felt his jaw slowly lock into place. “What has he destroyed thus far?”

Mhairi sheepishly brought her hands up to tap her two index fingers together before glancing up at him. “Four training dummies, a market stall, twenty firewood logs, three Inquisition banners, six barrels, three of his greatswords, tore seven doors off their hinges, he took down the other half of the ruined wall by the tavern, and..uhh..Cullen’s desk.” The list falling from Mhairi’s lips as if she had done this a thousand times. 

Solas slowly let his hand fall from his face, letting his head tilt back to stare upwards towards the rookery. It was both. It was most assuredly both. 

Stormy eyes slipped shut as Solas took a deep, deep breath through his nose. “Where is Fane now?” 

Before a response could even be thought of, Solas heard a deafening crack from somewhere outside before a familiar, furious, and roaring voice echoed like thunder. 

“GET BACK HERE, TEMPLAR! LET ME PUT THAT MOUTH OF YOURS TO BETTER USE! MY BOOT’S ITCHING TO UNHINGE YOUR JAW!” 

Stormy blue met icy blue as Solas and Mhairi stared at each other with different levels of exasperation - Solas far more annoyed at this point, while Mhairi looked as if she might explode with worry. 

Solas dropped his head into one of his hands as he heard another crack echo in stone before there was a ruinous crash - presumably another ruined wall being smashed into with a heavy kick. “Mhairi?” He called out to the frantic elven woman, voice muffled from where it was buried in his hand. 

“Y..Yes?”, Mhairi stuttered out, Solas able to hear the way she was currently rocking back and forth nervously. 

“Has this ordeal taught you anything?” His voice sounding dead as further exasperation numbed him, another crack from beyond making his head pound. 

“..Umm.. Don’t poke a..uhhh..dragon?”, Mhairi offered quietly. 

Solas let out a dry chuckle as a far more violent boom had the literal foundation of Skyhold quaking. He would admit, Mhairi was a keen person, even if she was unaware of much. 

“Yes. Do not poke a dragon lest you wish for the sky to come crashing down. Please keep that in mind the next time you steal away with the Commander.” He sighed before letting his arm fall to his side in defeat. “Come. Let me attempt to calm him. Though I shudder to think what the outside looks like at present.”

Mhairi’s face broke into a relieved smile as she turned on her heel to point with an arm towards the door. “Into darkness; unafraid, lethallin! I believe in you!” The energetic woman quoted with renewed determination before marching towards the door. 

Solas let out a tired sigh. “Yes. Darkness. However, I am more fearful of the walls caving in than a dragon’s roar. I would prefer not to wake up under a pile of rubble.” Another sigh escaping as another crash sounded distantly. “I suppose it is time to tame a dragon’s wrath. Hopefully a simple paralysis spell works.” A far closer boom had Solas letting out a tiny growl as he hurried towards the door Mhairi had disappeared through. “Or perhaps chocolate would be better.”

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