Labels: Abelas , DA3:I , Dragon Age , fanfic , Mythal , Mythal's Sorrow
Had he been able, he’d have caught and held his breath the moment his eyes adjusted. On the graveled path before him stood the goddess herself, her flowing gown coated in gem dust so that it glittered and flashed even in the muted light. It had covered one arm and left the other bare, covered in a filigree of gold chased with bright silver.
The waist had been caught with a wide belt of pale leather on which her symbols had been worked in the same threads that sparkled from his own new cloak. Her hair had been braided and coiled to lie over the exposed shoulder in tangled profusion while the sides had been tied and lacquered into impressive horns that swept back just shy of meeting well behind and above her head.