[ Beleth opens her mouth, to attempt to say something really smooth, like she wouldn't care, certainly, you know, if that were actually relevant, and not just a joke. She is saved from any awkward attempts to not be awkward by Alistair dropping that little kernel of information, and Beleth snaps her mouth shut. Then opens it, thinks, and shuts it again. The third time is the charm. If the charm is actually saying something intelligent instead of having your mouth hang open like a fool. ]
Your mother--She isn't dead? She just...pretended to be dead? This whole time? For--30ish years? [ How old are you again Alistair. ] She just let you and your sister think that she was dead, and left the two of you to fend for yourselves? I hope her reasons were pretty damned good, Alistair, or I'll tell her exactly what I think about that.
Have you told your sister yet? From what you've said of her, I'm sure she has words, as well.
Mmm, not really my sister, as it turns out. Maybe I should tell her.
[ But then he would have to talk to her. And he's pretty sure Anora or Eamon or someone has been feeding her children to keep her from making any scenes. ]
She's an elf. My mother, I mean, not my sister. And a mage, and Orlesian. She didn't want me to... [ Deal with that. Get murdered for political reasons. Etc. ] And everyone else helped cover it up, I suppose. So that's great.
You said that I was one of the oddest Dalish you've met.
[ She flashes him a smile, before scooting over to rest her head on his shoulder, in what she hopes is some kind of manner that might offer comfort, as she has never had to try to comfort someone who has found that his mother is an Orlesian elven mage who is in fact alive and not dead. ]
So your father--that King Maric fellow. [ She says it with a certain degree of carelessness, because she doesn't really have a lot of investment in some dead shem king. ] He laid with an Orlesian elven mage and got her pregnant? I--I guess I can see why she didn't want that getting out. But still--
[ Surely she could have talked to him at some point before this??? She looks up at him, frowning. ]
How are you feeling? And I mean--for real. I promise, it won't leave this tent. But you can't tell me that you're just walking this off.
Alistair. If you don't want to talk to me about this, I'll respect that. But--You're allowed to have emotions about this. You're allowed to be upset, or happy, or confused. Finding out that your mother is alive, that you have a mother...it's not nothing. I couldn't imagine what that would be like.
[ Not that she'd be opposed to a kickass woman appearing to reveal she was Beleth's real mother all along. ]
And I promise, if you want to talk, I'll be here, and I'll listen. And I'll never try to belittle you for what you're feeling.
[ Out of the goodness of her heart of course it's not like she has ulterior motives or anything. ]
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Your mother--She isn't dead? She just...pretended to be dead? This whole time? For--30ish years? [ How old are you again Alistair. ] She just let you and your sister think that she was dead, and left the two of you to fend for yourselves? I hope her reasons were pretty damned good, Alistair, or I'll tell her exactly what I think about that.
Have you told your sister yet? From what you've said of her, I'm sure she has words, as well.
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[ But then he would have to talk to her. And he's pretty sure Anora or Eamon or someone has been feeding her children to keep her from making any scenes. ]
She's an elf. My mother, I mean, not my sister. And a mage, and Orlesian. She didn't want me to... [ Deal with that. Get murdered for political reasons. Etc. ] And everyone else helped cover it up, I suppose. So that's great.
1/3
2/3
tada
beautiful
I don't hear that one often.
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[ She flashes him a smile, before scooting over to rest her head on his shoulder, in what she hopes is some kind of manner that might offer comfort, as she has never had to try to comfort someone who has found that his mother is an Orlesian elven mage who is in fact alive and not dead. ]
So your father--that King Maric fellow. [ She says it with a certain degree of carelessness, because she doesn't really have a lot of investment in some dead shem king. ] He laid with an Orlesian elven mage and got her pregnant? I--I guess I can see why she didn't want that getting out. But still--
[ Surely she could have talked to him at some point before this??? She looks up at him, frowning. ]
How are you feeling? And I mean--for real. I promise, it won't leave this tent. But you can't tell me that you're just walking this off.
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[ But he bends his hand up to ruffle her hair. ]
That King Maric fellow. I do want to go live with the Dalish.
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[ Not that she'd be opposed to a kickass woman appearing to reveal she was Beleth's real mother all along. ]
And I promise, if you want to talk, I'll be here, and I'll listen. And I'll never try to belittle you for what you're feeling.
[ Out of the goodness of her heart of course it's not like she has ulterior motives or anything. ]