Disclosure
Since it needs to be said: No! You may not use my works to train AI! That's theft!
Mihris
The spirit fell with a strangled cry and the mage turned to them with a grin. “My thanks, I— Lavellan?”
“Virnehn?”
Effigy
Solas stole from the camp well after dark, of a mind to spend the night in the tower ruins nearby. Despite the pleasant warmth of the air he shivered. He paused, the effect near to that of being watched. A quick glance behind him dispelled that notion. There was simply no place to hide.
A soft thump reached his ears. Curious, he followed the sound a short distance from the ruins. Atop a long statue buried in vines, a figure crawled about burning portions of the vines to push them to the ground. How had she slipped away from the Seeker’s watchful gaze?
“Lavellan?”