Holds up in the mountains are built into them, and we were the first ones living up there a long, long time ago. It's a good time for a lot of people to pray to Rilla and make babies, not like there's much else to do unless you're forced to go out hunting but that's how my grandparents met, back when the Orlesians still occupied Ferelden. They both got lost, spent winter in a cave together, come spring she went off to find her family to tell them they'd have a grandchild and she went back and forth from then on.

[After Asher's mother got the farm though, she settled into hold life like she was born to it. Sometimes Asher wishes things had worked out differently, that the generations had swapped so he'd been born like that but maybe he was meant to be just what he is. He always hears that in his mother's voice, and it always rings in his ears.]

I'm meant to say the hold, or the farm, but honestly? Nevarra. I've only been there a few times but it's incredible. It's history, dragon hunting in the glory days, and the Mortalitasi respect the dead, they're not like the rest of the Andrastians going around burning folk. If you ever get to go to Nevarra, then go, just don't get into drinking contests with shady sorts in the pub, you wouldn't wake up three days later like I did.