DragonRacer, are you almost done with the last part of your fic? Eagerly awaiting it and excited for whenever you are! 
I am almost there. I have just one more part left, but it's gotten rather large, so I think maybe I'll split Part 3 in half and have a 3 and a 4. I'll go ahead and put 3 up now, since I think I'm done and happy with it, and then finish up 4 and post it up tonight after dinner. 
I took some obvious liberties in the human warrior background. I know BioWare will have some sort of background for us, but for the "waiting on the game" fic, I took the liberty of just making something up to help explain a certain spec selection. 
Link to Part 1: Fireflies
Link to Part 2: Dragon
Part 3: Templar
As soon as the party returned, the Inquisitor called for Vivienne and Dorian. There, they all gathered in the guest room of Trevelyan’s personal chamber wing to attend to Solas’s injuries. The Iron Bull excused himself to go be elsewhere, while Cole remained present yet far in the background, watching the proceedings with a worried expression. The Inquisitor stood beside the spirit with an equally concerned look, observing as the two remaining mages worked what healing spells they knew.
After a long, discomforting period of time, Dorian walked over and fixed the female warrior with a long, meaningful gaze. At her furrowed brow, he simply nodded sagely and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder before departing. The Inquisitor let out a breath she hadn’t quite realized she’d been holding. She looked over at Cole and shot him a half-hearted half-smile. Then, she gave a grateful nod to Vivienne – who took a seat near Solas to keep a watch on him – and retreated to her washroom.
It was unusual to have so many inside her personal wing, but it also ensured Solas would have the best care and every luxury afforded in Skyhold Keep to help speed his recovery. After all, she reasoned, it was entirely her fault that he was so gravely injured. He had cautioned against going after the dragon as she had, and yet he’d followed her into the thick of it anyway… and saved her life. His reward for such loyalty was to be nearly bitten in half. The Inquisitor cringed; she’d do better next time. Be smarter. Less stubborn. Why else had she surrounded herself with experts and leaders in their own right if she was simply going to dismiss their input?
When she’d finally lain down for the night, she fell into a troubled and sporadic sleep.
She awoke the next morning feeling only slightly rested. Gazing around her quarters, she noted that one of the servants had dutifully retrieved her armor and scabbarded blade and returned them in pristine condition. Good, she mentally sighed. Blood drying on a blade was not healthy for it, so she was happy to know it’d been cleaned and properly cared for after she’d collapsed with exhaustion. It was normally a task she enjoyed performing herself, but yesterday’s circumstances had been extra trying.
“Speaking of which…” she muttered quietly, then set about making herself at least partially presentable. As she dressed in her casual attire – black boots, slacks, and a red tunic – Trevelyan pondered what orders she would give later that morning. She was not going to lead the party out again until she was sure Solas would fully recover. He was her Fade expert and crucial to the overall mission of solving the mystery with the sudden Fade rifts. That she also liked him liked him was beside the point and completely irrelevant. Or so she told herself. At any rate, perhaps it’d be wiser to send a part of the army after the dragon to deal with that threat separately from the fairly more complicated and political Mage-Templar War currently raging. That would still require her personal touch on matters, of that she was sure.
As she thought through her next, over-arching actions, the Inquisitor found herself already stopped in front of the closed doors of her personal guest room, where she’d left Solas and Vivienne the night before. Cole sat in a chair beside it, looking forlorn.
“How goes it, Cole?” she asked. “How is our friend?”
The spirit shrugged. “He’s getting better, I guess,” he mumbled. “Vivienne kicked me out. Said my hovering made her… uncomfortable.”
The warrior frowned. She and Vivienne often disagreed about a lot of things, Cole’s presence being just one of many. But the mage had just spent the night ensuring Solas would recover, so she could not fault her too harshly for performing such a task under her own terms. The Inquisitor patted Cole’s shoulder and said, “Well, keep an eye out here for me then, aye? Come fetch me if there’s any update?”
Cole nodded.
With that, Trevelyan made her way down to the armory. Every morning, as the sun rose, she greeted it with sword in-hand and worked through her blade exercises, just as she had been taught and what had been drilled into her for so many years before she became the Inquisitor. She walked in to see the usual, familiar face of her military advisor.
“The usual?” Cullen asked, one eyebrow raised in a question to which he already knew the answer.
“You know what?” she answered. “Not today.”
“Oh?”
“Nope. Yesterday, some of my old two-handed training came into pretty good use,” she explained. “I think I’d rather brush the dust off that than stick to my comfort zone.”
Cullen nodded appreciatively. “All right then,” he answered, handing her a wooden two-handed practice blade, “I can respect that.” He paused for a moment, mentally calculating, then asked, “It’s been about a week, right?”
“Yes,” the Inquisitor sighed. “I had one hidden away in my saddlebags for the trip, but Maker only knows where that’s gotten off to now. I sort of lost track after the dragon attacked.”
“Perfectly understandable,” replied Cullen. Then, he went over to a chest shoved back into an unobtrusive corner and fetched a small, blue vial. As he handed the lyrium to her, he asked, “How much longer do you plan on hiding this from everyone, Trevelyan?”
She sighed again. “Hopefully, for as long as it takes to patch these holes in the sky,” she answered. At his stern look, she gave the same response she always did when he questioned her about her reticence to share her past with the rest of the Inquisition. “The last thing I need is for our mages to get their feathers ruffled that a former Templar is leading the Inquisition. Because it would sound bad to them, even if it isn’t what it looks like.”
Cullen simply shook his head, already knowing from past experience that trying to sway her mind on the matter was pointless. “One of them is going to figure it out one day, you know,” he chastised, “and I just hope you’re prepared for it when they do.”
Coming later tonight... Part 4: Mage...
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And it would make the Inquisitor even more of an oddity.
I do have a Solas fan art I've been working on, but have been too busy these last few days to sit down and concentrate on drawing long enough to make any real progress.
