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IC INBOX for FADE RIFT
Gavin has a little box stuffed full of notes. Feel free to stuff one in there, if you like, or come say hi.
The notes may just be all doodles.
just saying.
Gavin has a little box stuffed full of notes. Feel free to stuff one in there, if you like, or come say hi.
The notes may just be all doodles.
just saying.
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[Definitely a half-elf, then. He'd assumed, when she'd invoked elven gods, but... 'us' was unmistakable. Pityable - because half-elves were, as far as the Dalish concerned - simply humans.]
If I could tell you that, I think I would be a lot better off in general. [A wry reply, but an honest one, and he leaned back against the tree and turned his gaze upward through to the stars, just beyond the branches.] But that's the point, I think. I'm not one of the people. I tried. And then I looked for anywhere else, and none of that fit either. If I'd been born a dwarf, that would have been okay, I think. The surface ones aren't supposed to feel the song of the stone.
But I wasn't, and I don't feel the song of anything, and I'm exhausted from making my clan disappointed.
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[Which is why her reaction to that is straight from the gut, a hint of fire in her tone.] And are they the ones who get to decide what it means to be one of the People? Who said? Just because you aren't like them doesn't mean you're not one of us. You're unique - so be unique. Don't try to be any less because your clan is a bunch of ... [Right, remember, clan is family. A really crappy family, in her opinion, but still. She breathed in and out. Slowly.]
What I mean is ... you seem like a perfectly fine specimin of the People. You're clever. You're obviously talented. You see more of the world than just black or white - you see the magic in everything. Isn't that the lesson of the Ancestors? Not ... dragging ourselves through the past, but learning new ways for the future?
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[He turned his head to look at her, before offering her a fond smile and reaching over to ruffle her hair.]
See? Not so completely hopeless after all. And a flatterer, apparently.
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Stop that ... I don't want - I don't want it to look mussed. [She mutters, before she arches an eyebrow at him.] I don't do meaningless words.
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[He chuckles, pulling his hand back, but smiling warmly at her.]
I could tell they were meant. It's just not very often that anyone would call me a Prime example of the People. Well. Never, really, if I'm honest about it. I - appreciate it.
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Well, guess what? I think the People are all of us, and the Dalish have been doing it wrong for years. So ... maybe you should stop judging yourself by backwards standards.
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[He looked at her a little sadly, tilting his head.]
I try not to judge myself at all. There are more than enough people who will do it for me. Which - which of your parents was elven? [It was probably a rude question but he couldn't help the curiosity.]
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Well, then they are the backwards idiots. [She looked at him sharply then, before she heaved out a breath.] My mother. She was - is - a Dalish Healer with Clan Rosehigh. Don't suppose you've heard of them?
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[He gave a sheepish, apologetic look when she glared at him, but shook his head when she asked.]
No. I ah... I tend to avoid Dalish clans, when I'm wandering. I just thought - well. I thought it was kind, that she kept the People alive in you. [He flushed slightly, looking away. He knew he was probably being rude, but. He was being honest.] Not many would. Backwards idiots, as you put it. But I... It's just nice, I suppose.
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