I have an ancestor that was an Emerald Knight. My mother was quite proud of it.
[ Many Dalish can do that, though, of course. Especially ones who have magic still heavy in their blood, like Beleth. Such blood lines had to be cultivated carefully, ancestry followed far more closely than just any random elf.
She'll think about the halla. Maybe a doe or three to start out. A buck could be added later, once Beleth felt confident they could breed here. But she'd have to look over her bones and plot that out at another time. And there's another question, one that's been hovering in her mind since quite near the first time Felassan showed his face at her house.
She pulls herself up on her elbows, looking over at him, head tilted as she considered it. There's a reason why it's taken such a long time to ask it. It could be taken poorly, it might even be rude. But after months of getting to know Felassan, she feels like they've gotten to know each other well enough that he won't misunderstand, or think that she's trying to be pettily jealous. ]
Felassan. Forgive me if this is... unkind to ask. If you don't wish to answer it, you need merely say so, and it will never be mentioned again, and I will beg your forgiveness. But -- Felassan, what were you and Solas, back before Arlathan fell?
I'm not trying to sound like some petty partner, upset at the idea that someone could have held Solas' affections before me. I just --
[ She had seen some of the way the two interacted. There was the hurt and the careful steps around each other that she could recognize, the results of a deep betrayal. But there was something more there, underneath it all. Maybe she just didn't understand what friendship looked like, when it was thousands of years old.
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[ Many Dalish can do that, though, of course. Especially ones who have magic still heavy in their blood, like Beleth. Such blood lines had to be cultivated carefully, ancestry followed far more closely than just any random elf.
She'll think about the halla. Maybe a doe or three to start out. A buck could be added later, once Beleth felt confident they could breed here. But she'd have to look over her bones and plot that out at another time. And there's another question, one that's been hovering in her mind since quite near the first time Felassan showed his face at her house.
She pulls herself up on her elbows, looking over at him, head tilted as she considered it. There's a reason why it's taken such a long time to ask it. It could be taken poorly, it might even be rude. But after months of getting to know Felassan, she feels like they've gotten to know each other well enough that he won't misunderstand, or think that she's trying to be pettily jealous. ]
Felassan. Forgive me if this is... unkind to ask. If you don't wish to answer it, you need merely say so, and it will never be mentioned again, and I will beg your forgiveness. But -- Felassan, what were you and Solas, back before Arlathan fell?
I'm not trying to sound like some petty partner, upset at the idea that someone could have held Solas' affections before me. I just --
[ She had seen some of the way the two interacted. There was the hurt and the careful steps around each other that she could recognize, the results of a deep betrayal. But there was something more there, underneath it all. Maybe she just didn't understand what friendship looked like, when it was thousands of years old.
Or, maybe, there was something else. ]