Re: Mayflowers: Max and Solas
The question startled him.
In Thedas, he was enough of an anomaly to be left alone by humans. They didn't know what to make of an elf who didn't hang his head and keep his eyes downcast. They weren't sure how to respond to one who didn't hide his magic. Not that he went out of his way to broadcast his abilities, templars being an ever present danger and the Circle a prison he would never entertain. But this human woman addressed him boldly, as if she already had his measure.
How curious.
"I was simply passing by," he said, which was true enough only in the most technical sense. "Your shop appealed to me, and so I stepped in." He paused, glancing at the flowers on display. They were remarkable explosions of colors that streaked across his vision, as vibrant and beautiful as the Wilds in the Dales.
Reaching out, Solas touched the very edge of a tulip's red petal. "Truthfully, I am lost." He turned from the flower toward her, clasping his hands behind his back, his ears twitching ever so slightly. The noise of this world was almost unbearable. It pressed around him, pushed down on him, hammered against his other senses until he could only just focus past the noise. "And being lost in a strange place is not a good thing to be." Least of all for him.
His eyes flicked briefly toward the women at the arrangement table, his gaze clearly settling first on their ears before taking in the rest of them. When he turned his attention back to Max, his eyes followed the same pattern.