Re: Mayflowers: Max and Solas
"Your friend sounds like many of mine," he said, thinking of the Inquisitor, who was often contrary just for the sake of being contrary. "Quite a few of them would refuse to come when asked. Or ordered, as it were."
Accepting the phone from her, he studied the picture on the screen, intrigued by it. It revealed the face he saw in mirrors, his every flaw captured in crisp, remarkable clarity.
"Technology?" That word was unfamiliar, too, clunky and rough on his tongue. He winced, flicking his tongue against the backs of his teeth, not liking how the word felt in his mouth. Too many hard sounds. "I am unfamiliar with all of those things," he said, and his tone suggested that was surprising and that he was a man familiar with almost everything. Which was, on some level, true. "Thedas is--"
He broke off at the sudden sound coming from the device, his eyes going wide. His ears swiveled forward to better catch the sound, and he stared at the small thing in her hands with no small amount of awe. "Incredible," he breathed. Someone else in his situation might have looked around for the hidden musicians, but not Solas. He understood the device in her hands was responsible for the music, and it stunned him. "No, we have nothing like this." Like an eager child, he lifted his face to hers. "Is there a way I might acquire such a thing?"