...The arrows here. They're better than what we make in the clan. And there's more of them. I don't have to worry about using too many. Not that I try to use them rashly, but. It's nice to not have to count arrows and worry.
[ She keeps her eyes on her hands as she speaks, voice quiet. ]
The fabric here comes in a lot of different colors, and it's really soft. And there's the dress that Madame Vivienne gave me, and pretty jewelry. And there's plenty of leather to use, if I want.
...And there are jars of bees. Did you know about that? A girl told me about them. She threw one into Twisted Fate's room.
[ She snorts. Being a butthead to Twisted Fate? That's something that she couldn't do in the clan, either. ]
Ah, Sera. She is a delightful little scamp and I think I mean to keep her. Where, exactly, I mean to keep her but I do mean to mind her in the field so she does not get eaten by a dragon or something. I find myself fond.
[ It's hard to not, truly. And yes, jars of bees. Of all the hurled implements that? Is one of the best he's found in the Inquisition. ]
And now think of something a little larger than your hands. The View from the battlements, the work you do. The friends you have made here. Me, of course. I like you Beleth but I am not wandering about the woods and wilds to find you once a month to make certain you're not dead. I hate camping and that would involve a great deal of it.
She's certainly interesting. I'm glad that the two of you are getting along. If just to save you from waking up to bees in your bed.
[ She listens to Zevran, smiling softly by the end. Though she tells herself, if she left tomorrow, people might miss her now, but within a week? A month? By the end of the year, everyone will have moved on, as people do. She has not done anything to leave such a lasting impression. But...she would miss them. ]
I--I need to think about it, still. There's a lot to consider. But--Thank you. I think that you're right. I want to stay here. I don't want to go back.
[ But what she wants isn't enough, has never been enough. ]
But there's a lot to consider, if I stay here. My family, my life. It'd be like just...cutting myself completely off from my past.
I am not so certain of that. She seems to prank people she likes just as much, if not more.
[ So far he's been spared by dint of helping her with the Pranks and being wise to some of her tricks- but the rest? It will likely come back to bite him. He cannot say he minds the idea. It never really hurts, not when it's for fun. ]
You might write your family. You might visit them if they permit it. Your life- it is your own to choose. One way or another- and there is no right or wrong choice. There is only the choice you make. And after that? You learn to live with it.
[ She nods carefully, expression thoughtful. It's hers to choose. So if she chooses to give her life to the Dalish--that's her choice, too. But so is not. So is not abandoning the Dalish, but perhaps--Not going back to her clan. Like a Dalish ambassador, maybe. ]
Thank you, Zevran. I--I still need to think. But. I feel like...I can think about this a little better. I can think about it without feeling guilty for...maybe, not...wanting to go back. It makes it easier to try to figure out what I want, and not just doing what I have to.
[ She looks up at him, expression nervous. ]
Don't tell the others, please. I--I've given so many of them a hard time, I can't bare to think how they'll respond. I don't want to deal with it until I'm absolutely certain that I know what decision I'm going to make.
You have until we save the world. Then, I think, you should probably choose what it is you wish to do. But seeing as this will likely take some time- the Blight, after all, took a year and some to be ended in Fereldan and this is a larger, stranger conflict still- you have awhile. There is no rush.
[ He finishes the simple meal she brought for him, washing it down with a sip of something sweet and alcoholic from his flask before he passes it to her. Spiced mead. An excellent way to spend the night. ]
It is not mine to say and thus, not something I mean to share. Do not worry about what they would think, Beleth. Worry about yourself for a change. They are your family and they will either support you in this or make asses of themselves.
[ She accepts the flask with a grateful nod, taking a deep sip of it--pausing for a moment and shaking her head at the sudden rush of alcohol. Then she takes another, and passes it back to Zevran. ]
Thank you. And don't worry, I am thinking of myself. I have no desire to be lectured by them, even if I deserve it, after I took a turn making an ass of myself. I want to avoid it for as long as possible. That's not even getting into the lecture I'd get from my mother. Maybe I could just fake my own death.
Something really impressive. Saving an entire orphanage from a blight troll with nothing but my bow and arrow. While it was on fire. That would be pretty impressive.
Killed by an Antivan Crow. I could arrange something, if you like- though I think perhaps it is better that she knows you have chosen your own path. While she might not understand- she could learn to respect it. Or I can have pointed words with her later.
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Date: 2016-04-15 09:49 am (UTC)[ She keeps her eyes on her hands as she speaks, voice quiet. ]
The fabric here comes in a lot of different colors, and it's really soft. And there's the dress that Madame Vivienne gave me, and pretty jewelry. And there's plenty of leather to use, if I want.
...And there are jars of bees. Did you know about that? A girl told me about them. She threw one into Twisted Fate's room.
[ She snorts. Being a butthead to Twisted Fate? That's something that she couldn't do in the clan, either. ]
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Date: 2016-04-15 07:58 pm (UTC)[ It's hard to not, truly. And yes, jars of bees. Of all the hurled implements that? Is one of the best he's found in the Inquisition. ]
And now think of something a little larger than your hands. The View from the battlements, the work you do. The friends you have made here. Me, of course. I like you Beleth but I am not wandering about the woods and wilds to find you once a month to make certain you're not dead. I hate camping and that would involve a great deal of it.
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Date: 2016-04-18 12:23 am (UTC)[ She listens to Zevran, smiling softly by the end. Though she tells herself, if she left tomorrow, people might miss her now, but within a week? A month? By the end of the year, everyone will have moved on, as people do. She has not done anything to leave such a lasting impression. But...she would miss them. ]
I--I need to think about it, still. There's a lot to consider. But--Thank you. I think that you're right. I want to stay here. I don't want to go back.
[ But what she wants isn't enough, has never been enough. ]
But there's a lot to consider, if I stay here. My family, my life. It'd be like just...cutting myself completely off from my past.
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Date: 2016-04-18 03:05 am (UTC)[ So far he's been spared by dint of helping her with the Pranks and being wise to some of her tricks- but the rest? It will likely come back to bite him. He cannot say he minds the idea. It never really hurts, not when it's for fun. ]
You might write your family. You might visit them if they permit it. Your life- it is your own to choose. One way or another- and there is no right or wrong choice. There is only the choice you make. And after that? You learn to live with it.
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Date: 2016-04-25 12:03 am (UTC)Thank you, Zevran. I--I still need to think. But. I feel like...I can think about this a little better. I can think about it without feeling guilty for...maybe, not...wanting to go back. It makes it easier to try to figure out what I want, and not just doing what I have to.
[ She looks up at him, expression nervous. ]
Don't tell the others, please. I--I've given so many of them a hard time, I can't bare to think how they'll respond. I don't want to deal with it until I'm absolutely certain that I know what decision I'm going to make.
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Date: 2016-04-25 09:12 am (UTC)[ He finishes the simple meal she brought for him, washing it down with a sip of something sweet and alcoholic from his flask before he passes it to her. Spiced mead. An excellent way to spend the night. ]
It is not mine to say and thus, not something I mean to share. Do not worry about what they would think, Beleth. Worry about yourself for a change. They are your family and they will either support you in this or make asses of themselves.
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Date: 2016-04-28 04:36 am (UTC)Thank you. And don't worry, I am thinking of myself. I have no desire to be lectured by them, even if I deserve it, after I took a turn making an ass of myself. I want to avoid it for as long as possible. That's not even getting into the lecture I'd get from my mother. Maybe I could just fake my own death.
Something really impressive. Saving an entire orphanage from a blight troll with nothing but my bow and arrow. While it was on fire. That would be pretty impressive.
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Date: 2016-04-30 04:54 am (UTC)