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-again— And then he sees her. He nearly falls to his knees, and a single word escapes—] Nova. @novacintho


-in hand. He follows not the path ahead but the one in his mind, mana humming as he finds her essence. It should be impossible, he thinks-


[It should be impossible—yet here /he/ stands, as well. The grey of dawn is only beginning to lift when he leaves his quarters, staff-


[He senses the weight of her spirit. The lyrium being inside him acknowledges the anomaly. He acknowledges that it /is/ her. Nova.]


I am... alive.


[He conjures the form of a flower, burning bright and blue. Holds it in his palm for a while.] Atisha hamin, lanalin.


I /did/ turn to dust. It's a long story, lethallin.


[Is quite thankful he still has his hair.]


Yes, well, time magic is particularly useful for retaining the vestiges of youth. Somewhat.


A father. Hm. [He says nothing more on the matter, but his eyes remain distant. Wistful. Elsewhere.]


I suppose "grandpa" is reasonable if one considers... age.


...Ameridad?


[He winds up in the great hall, admiring the Inquisition heraldry and throne. It seemed like just yesterday he was leading his own men.]


[He goes over, setting down his staff before he kneels, exhaling softly as he recites a prayer above the lyrium song in his mind.]


[He walks, aimlessly, until he finds himself in the gardens. There, he finds a small spot where an altar of Andraste sits, out of view.]


So this is Skyhold. It has certainly stood the test of time, hasn't it?


[The faint humming in his bones keeps him awake. Focused. He trains his mind on it, to turn song into word. Soon.]


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