[Dorian shivers softly, you'd think he'd be used to the piercing cold by now considering where skyhold sets back in the snowy mountains. But there's just something about this cold, and the eerie fog surrounding them that just seeps into every inch of you and straight to the bone. He found a bit of wood a little ways back and has made a torch of it with magical fire. He keeps it close to feel its warmth, only extending it to get a better look at the chasm from farther back.
He watches Cole closely, something in his gut twisting, warning him that Cole shouldn't get too close to the edge. It's not safe, even if the other is a spirit, he can still die, again. He's more human now, isn't he? He doesn't want his friend to be hurt.
Something snaps him to action, a slight shift of the ground under the other's feet and he'll close the gap between them to twist his fingers into the edge of his clothing. He even drops the torch into the snow, it fizzles out with a hiss. He'll pull the other back to solid ground, closer to him, protectively. Dorian isn't really known to be an affectionate man, but he cares for Cole like he's family. They've been through a lot together, after all.]
Careful there, Cole. You nearly took a dive over the edge. [ though to be fair he's doubting his fear now, it doesn't look like much of the ground has moved where the other once stood, complaining about the noise. Is this endless cold, dreary, uncomfortable dread driving him mad? Maybe not mad but definitely on edge.]
Lets head back the other way, I think I saw buildings through the fog.
[He'll stoop to pick up the bit of wood and brush the snow off of it with stinging, almost numb fingers. He waves his hand and flames lick up the tip again to cast off some warmth and light the way.]
i. Into the Endless
He watches Cole closely, something in his gut twisting, warning him that Cole shouldn't get too close to the edge. It's not safe, even if the other is a spirit, he can still die, again. He's more human now, isn't he? He doesn't want his friend to be hurt.
Something snaps him to action, a slight shift of the ground under the other's feet and he'll close the gap between them to twist his fingers into the edge of his clothing. He even drops the torch into the snow, it fizzles out with a hiss. He'll pull the other back to solid ground, closer to him, protectively. Dorian isn't really known to be an affectionate man, but he cares for Cole like he's family. They've been through a lot together, after all.]
Careful there, Cole. You nearly took a dive over the edge. [ though to be fair he's doubting his fear now, it doesn't look like much of the ground has moved where the other once stood, complaining about the noise. Is this endless cold, dreary, uncomfortable dread driving him mad? Maybe not mad but definitely on edge.]
Lets head back the other way, I think I saw buildings through the fog.
[He'll stoop to pick up the bit of wood and brush the snow off of it with stinging, almost numb fingers. He waves his hand and flames lick up the tip again to cast off some warmth and light the way.]