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Beileag
Back in the Circle, Bei doesn’t sing often. She always loses the rhythm and it irritates her to no end, the very thought that somebody could catch her stumbling. It just wouldn’t do.
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After the archdemon is dead and done, she gets drunk, for the very first time in her life. She never finds out what exactly happens during the second half of the night, or how exactly did they end up sleeping on cages in the kennels, but she remembers the songs, dirty and half-improvised, and voice like a foghorn, rising and falling, natural like breathing.
Dorian
He used to love the dancing lessons - it is almost like the flow of magic in the battle, and sometimes he still catches himself following the steps to an old memory in the heat of the battle.
Standing over the hall in Skyhold, far away from ballrooms and old songs, watching Josie coach Herbert through basic steps he thinks he might actually want to dance again sometime.
Only if the partner is right.