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FORM: Sending Crystal
SENDER: Solas
RECIPIENT: Everybooooody, yeah. yeeeeah.
WHAT: Rifter Role Call
WHEN: Now
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Rock your booooody, yeah. yeeeeeah.

All rifters and shard-bearers are required to come and report to me, or Bruce in the healer's tents. You can find me at the base of the library tower.

If you cannot come to see me within the next three days, please inform me immediately, so we can make other arrangements.

Please remember that the shard's magic can be dangerous to both you and those around you - do not disregard my request.

[And then the crystal goes silent.

OOC: BASICALLY everyone with a shard needs to come see Solas. 90% of these will be handwaved, but otherwise feel free to hit me up and ask for deets, reply here with questions, or reply here with action threads. I know there are a bunch of rifters currently on a mission, or elsewhere, so obviously if you don't get this message, you don't get it! But Bruce and Solas will also be actively seeking people out.]

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[Solas takes his hand very gently, raising his other to hover above it.]

This, hopefully should make it hurt less, and allow you access to its magic if you require it.

[His hand glowed - gently a first, a pale green, and then the glow spread and brightened, until a great green glow beamed from it. Then, as quickly as it had begun, it faded - and he released Sam's hand.]

There. How does it feel?

[ Carefully, Sam curls his hand ito a loose fist, then opens it - once, then again. He looks relieved, and nods his head. ]

Why, I can hardly feel it at all now! Only - [ He hesitates, then shyly looks up at Solas, hopeful and beseeching. ] Only - well, if it's not too much trouble, couldn't you just - take the magic away?

[He can't help but smile sympathetically down at the creature, gently placing a hand on his shoulder.]

I am truly sorry, Samwise, but I cannot. To even attempt it would put your life at risk, with very little chance of success. I am afraid you must be brave, and continue to bear it, for your sake and ours.

Oh.

[ Sam bows his head, crestfallen. With anyone else, he might have argued, but Solas is an elf, and obviously a very wise one, despite his lack of hair. ]

I understand, sir.

[Oh god he wants to keep him.]

[He pauses, and then says gently:]

I cannot offer you freedom, but perhaps I can offer you comfort? Some tea, perhaps, and something for a snack. I admit I am curious to hear about Thranduil and Galadriel as they were in their own lands, if you would be as kind as to share it with me.

[ Sam brightens immediately, first at the offer of a snack, and even more so at Solas' request. Talking about Elves, to an elf, over a meal? He can hardly think of anything he'd like more. ]

Oh yes sir, a bit of food would be very welcome, and... [ He wavers a bit. It would be rude to decline, wouldn't it? But Sam has never drunk much tea, well aware of, and because of, its incredible expense. He can hardly conceive of drinking Solas', out of what must be a very precious stash. ] Well, just - I'm not so thirsty, anyhow.