Re: Mayflowers: Max and Solas
He followed her deeper into the shop, inhaling the warm scent of green plants and colorful flowers. As they went, his eyes flitted from one pot to the next, searching for something familiar. He saw no elfroot. No arbor blessing or crystal grace. It wasn't unexpected, though he did find it curious. This place was, ugly buildings and obscene population count aside, not unlike the Hinterlands. In two such similar places, it would make sense for the plants to be similar.
When she repeated his curse, his lips pressed briefly into a thin line. "Not a word you should repeat," he said dryly, more annoyed by a human using his language than anything else. The People had so little left; he hated seeing the humans take more of it. "And, no, there are no... cars." His mouth shaped the word poorly, leaving it heavily accented. It didn't take much effort for him to link the horns to the great hulking metal contraptions rolling down the street and the word, in turn, to those. Cars.
What a strangely simple word for things so marvelous.
"I came through a door, this much is true," he said as his eyes swept once more over the two women at the tables. They bore no vallaslin and they were not elves. Were there any elves at all in this place? The fact that there might not be disturbed him. "But as for the other questions..." Again, she had used words that didn't exist in his language, words he had no frame of reference for. The ones he did understand - book and game - were paired with ones he couldn't parse.
His lack of knowledge irritated him. If there was one thing Solas disliked it was ignorance. Especially his own. "I am afraid I don't know. I make my home in Thedas, among the Inquisition at Skyhold in the Frostback Mountains." He flung out the words not to confuse her but to study her face for sparks of recognition.