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[dirth]

Who: Solas and you!
Broadcast: Text; universal
Action: On the Pathstone
When: Early morning of the 20th

I am looking for drawing tools. Charcoal, parchment, paints, anything of the like. I have credits I am willing to trade, but I find myself running low on my personal supplies.

[ Having left, his limited supplies of paints had been left to the Pathstone and Cole. Now he needs something to do with his hands and he feels almost... Twitchy with too much time on his hand. ]

Otherwise, I may offer artwork itself in trade. Any visitors to the Pathstone will have seen examples. Thank you.

Comments

[dirth]

[ Solas raises an eyebrow, amused, before he nods, once. ]

You've been learning, haven't you, Cole?

[killedwithlove]

[ Cole nods. ]

I've tried to. Spirits don't learn, but people have to.

[dirth]

You are doing a remarkable job. [ And, here, he smiles. ] I am very proud of you.

[killedwithlove]

[ Cole ducks his head slightly and then looks up, a small smile on his face. ]

Thank you. I knew you were proud, pride, but it means more if you say it. I understand it better.

[dirth]

[ Solas softens, then, his smile widening. ]

Then I will make efforts to say it more often, shall I?

[killedwithlove]

Only if you feel it towards me. You're always seething with pride, but it's not like Madam de Fer's. You think only you can fix things, make them right. She just thinks she's better than most people.

[dirth]

Well, Madame de Fer and I are very different people. [ He softens, shaking his head. ] I will only ever tell you the truth, Cole.

[killedwithlove]

The whole truth and nothing but the truth?

[ They both knew that wasn't true. ]

[dirth]

When necessary.

[ Solas doesn't lie, of course. He omits things that are not important, not relevant at the time - Cole knew that, and so did he. ]