[In his ragged robes, Solas leaves the locker rooms and heads immediately for the gardens. He feels no need to acquaint himself with his rooms; he has no intention of spending any time there. Nor has he any intention of doing much more than acclimating to this place in the most rudimentary of ways.
A ship. Like no ship he's ever seen.
He pays only fleeting attention to the twisting paths he takes to the gardens, following the directions given to him by a passing crew member in one of those uncomfortable looking jumpsuits. His clothes might be worn and stained, but they are comfortable. Familiar. He will not change out of them, not yet.
When he reaches the gardens, he doesn't go very far inside. Instead, he sits near the entrance, removing the wraps around his feet, and sinks his toes into the grass.]
One must find familiarity where one can, I suppose. [He regards a nearby tree with a small measure of curiosity.] A shame I will likely be unable to dream here.
solas :: dragon age inquisition
[In his ragged robes, Solas leaves the locker rooms and heads immediately for the gardens. He feels no need to acquaint himself with his rooms; he has no intention of spending any time there. Nor has he any intention of doing much more than acclimating to this place in the most rudimentary of ways.
A ship. Like no ship he's ever seen.
He pays only fleeting attention to the twisting paths he takes to the gardens, following the directions given to him by a passing crew member in one of those uncomfortable looking jumpsuits. His clothes might be worn and stained, but they are comfortable. Familiar. He will not change out of them, not yet.
When he reaches the gardens, he doesn't go very far inside. Instead, he sits near the entrance, removing the wraps around his feet, and sinks his toes into the grass.]
One must find familiarity where one can, I suppose. [He regards a nearby tree with a small measure of curiosity.] A shame I will likely be unable to dream here.