So, here is the Gremlin Rock concert and some LyriArt development.
SpoilerBor’assan was beginning to worry this party was getting out of hand.Big Bo, as they called him, hated parties to begin with. Too much noise and pointless chatter. He’d only offered to host it, because ‘Din Junior had asked him in front of everyone, and as a nerd and the only Qunari kid in school, he couldn’t afford to say no to the popular guys.He knew he’d made a huge mistake as soon as ‘Din Junior brought some deep mushroom for everyone, and Al set off to spike the punch. Now the floor was covered in empty solo cups, and the air was thick with deep mushroom smoke. It made his eyes tear up and his horns itch. On top of that, Lyria had chosen this very party for the debut concert of her Gremlin Rock band “The Mighty Fade Butts”, and the loud Dalish music was giving him a headache.At least he was lucky that mom Ghilly was travelling for a biology conference, otherwise she’d be livid about the ruined carpet. Mom Andruil, on the other hand, had been more than happy to help him set things up. Like all the parents, except for Fen’Harel, of course, she somewhat liked Gremlin Rock.He watched as everyone gathered and cheered loudly for Lyria’s final guitar solo. To his surprise, she was mostly on key, even if she didn’t sync up with the drums very well. Everyone else was probably too drunk to notice. Instead, their gazes were drawn to her shiny kneefaces, which had the Gremlin Rock logo painted on them as a vallaslin design, and moved in rhythm with the drums.“Quite the statement, aren’t they?” he heard a hollow voice and felt a shadow creep up behind him. “One of my boldest ideas.”“Oh, hi there, Art,” he greeted. He was glad to finally be in the company of at least one other person who wasn’t drinking. “They’re… colorful.”“I took a bit of a risk with the extra glitter, but I think it paid off.”“She seemed very happy with it.”“Hey, listen, Big Bo, you and Lyria are pretty tight, correct?”“We’re good friends,” replied Bo. Lyria was crazy, but as Fen’Harel’s daughter, she knew what it was like to struggle to be popular.“Do you know if she’s been with a lot of guys?”“I wouldn’t say a lot. But she’s experienced”“What’s her type?”Big Bo turned and looked at the shadow, surprised. “You want to tap that?” Why was he always last to notice these things?“Yes, but I’m really not cool with being summoned. Mom’s got some horrible stories from her past life. Dad made these contraptions, but Lyr doesn’t seem very much into the idea. So I asked her dad, since he’s a Dreamer, and he showed me how to take the shape of an elf in the Fade. But now I don’t know the kind of looks she would like.”“Why don’t you ask her?”“I want it to be a surprise.”The solo ended on a final screeching note, the sound of which drowned in the drunken ovations of the audience. The vocalist all but hugged the mic with his lips as he said in a raspy voice. “Thank you, falons. May the Dread Wolf never catch your scent.”Lyria looked at the shadow, grinning, and Bo sensed a hollow clap, which resonated in his mind instead of his ears.It was hard to tell her preferences. From Dalish guys to Al, her taste seemed fairly random and not very selective.Except for one thing.“I think you should have long, thick hair. She really digs that.”Your turn, Mayriya
Okay, my turn.
Hair Date
Art pushed his mother's hand away from his hair as she tried to arrange it. He couldn't have a single thing go wrong in this Fade date, especially since this would be the first time Lyria would see him with an elf body.
"Are you sure you want this hair? With the features you chose it would look much better as-" Wisdom tried to advise her son, but Art wouldn't hear it.
"No! Big Bo said Lyria likes this kind of hair."
And hair it was indeed. A dark, thick mess that went down in between his shoulders. He liked it, but the only problem was that every time he thought about Lyria another inch or two would grow on. Art also couldn't see what the problem was, he thought it went fine with his features. The instructions from Solas on constructing an elf body in the Fade were good, but a bit modern and too specific for his own taste. Art had taken the liberty to make small tweaks and made himself look more like an ancient elf like his father. And most ancient elves looked like his father so surely it was general enough to look good.
"Alright, sweety. Why don't you let me braid it for you?"
"I said no, Mom!"
"You're right, maybe let her braid it instead. Well, have fun, I won't be far in case the Fade does anything weird." Wisdom planted a motherly kiss on her son's cheek before turning into her wispy form and fading out.
Art look around the setting he had chosen. An open field giving the view of as much sky as possible. He thought maybe if they got bored he could show her how to paint clouds or something in the Fade, but the longer he sat waiting for her the dumber the idea started to sound. Just as he was about to see if he could reach his mother so they could make something else, Lyria came into view and was walking towards him with her father, Solas.
"Now, the two of you are gong to be okay here? The Fade can be dangerous if not-"
"Dad! We have been over this seriously, over a thousand times. I get it, the Fade can kill me if you try to do anything to crazy and demons are everywhere. I get it. Besides, Art will be with me and he's a spirit, so he can handle things here better, right?" Lyria said with annoyance, hands on her hip.
Solas looked at Art and scowled. "Why did you chose to look so much like your father? I thought I gave precise instructions on how to look. With the exception of the hair."
"I-um-just wanted to look more like an ancient elf."
"But you look like your father." Solas repeated the observation.
"You all look like my father." Art replied. He had done enough paintings of ancient Elvhenan to know all the small details that gave difference between ancient and modern elves.
Solas, paused and his eyes went wide as he said, "That is profound."
"Wait, what? I didn't mean-"
Solas interrupted Art and said,"You are truly the son of Wisdom. I will have to go think about that. Lyria, have fun." And with that Solas walked away.
Once he was out of view, Lyria turned to art and said, "Holy Slow Arrow, I thought he would never stop. So, what did you want to do? Cool hair by the way."
"You like it? You're serious?"
"Yeah, it's all wild and stuff, but you look like an ancient elf. Totally clashes, I love it."
Art look up at the sky, but decided to go with his mother's suggestion instead. "You want to braid it?"
Lyria smiled and agreed so the two sat down with she began put in braids. They talked about her plans for the next Gremlin Rock concert and Art said he could come up with new t-shirt designs for it. Then Lyria stopped braiding, so Art asked, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, just your hair keeps growing and I can't keep up with it. Are you doing that on purpose?"
"I-no- I can't umm- I can't do anything. About that."
From behind a nearby tree, Wisdom and Solas watched their children. Wisdom let out a dreamy sigh and turned to her long time friend. "Isn't it wonderful? Watching them fall in love."
"He could have chosen a better face. He looks too much like June."
"I think it's sweet he wants to look like an ancient elf. Art does love to draw out Elvhenan. He would never admit it though,something I found in his hidden sketchbook."
"But why did he have to- what did you see in him? Seriously? I have been wanting to ask you this for over 2000 years. You and June. It does not make sense."
Wisdom smiled at Solas and answered, "That is what's so wonderful about love. For some it can make them feel everything and understand the world better, and yet to others make no sense at all. Kind of like art."
"I hate how right you are sometimes."
"I know." Wisdom turned her gaze back to Art and Lyria. They watched for a few moments more and then she asked,"Why don't you all come over and have dinner with us sometime?"
Nothing to crazy cause I'm running around the house today. But, Drosophila, you turn!
Hopefully this kind of stuff keeps me from diving to far into feelsville today.





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