I still have a whale I had as a baby. [But touching it is like finding waking up in the morning to step on broken glass, an unexpected hurt, so she tucks it away, tucks it back down somewhere else for now. What she means is that there are some childhood things that might be held to.
Araceli is soft. Everyone thinks that about her she's sure. It's not a bad thing, but in a world full of war how does the girl where they had once and decided never again, we will never spill this much blood again say that without them looking at her as if she's a hopelessly naive child?]
He will always have you for a start. And Señora Rutherford. Knowing that no matter how bad anything was, that I could always go home to my mother? It makes a child very bold. Knowing that everywhere I went that even if my father's ship was not in the docks, that his friends were there to watch over me, just like all your many friends in Skyhold. Children...children know that.
You don't have to say why you're doing what you're doing. My father didn't say 'Araceli girl, this here is how I will teach you to know if a man is lying' but I...I learned. Same as when my mother read poems to me: what do the words say, what do the words mean.
[Here, she feels out of her depth, a sigh of something verging on irritation at herself slipping out whenever she halts trying to find the right words. Araceli was always so wanted. Araceli was wanted before she ever even existed, had to be wanted to even come into the world in the first place, when she doesn't wish to hurt without meaning to.]
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Araceli is soft. Everyone thinks that about her she's sure. It's not a bad thing, but in a world full of war how does the girl where they had once and decided never again, we will never spill this much blood again say that without them looking at her as if she's a hopelessly naive child?]
He will always have you for a start. And Señora Rutherford. Knowing that no matter how bad anything was, that I could always go home to my mother? It makes a child very bold. Knowing that everywhere I went that even if my father's ship was not in the docks, that his friends were there to watch over me, just like all your many friends in Skyhold. Children...children know that.
You don't have to say why you're doing what you're doing. My father didn't say 'Araceli girl, this here is how I will teach you to know if a man is lying' but I...I learned. Same as when my mother read poems to me: what do the words say, what do the words mean.
[Here, she feels out of her depth, a sigh of something verging on irritation at herself slipping out whenever she halts trying to find the right words. Araceli was always so wanted. Araceli was wanted before she ever even existed, had to be wanted to even come into the world in the first place, when she doesn't wish to hurt without meaning to.]