#dirthera

[valhallaslin]

i’m 22 but i feel like this scene should be censored

[ruinofostagar]

HOLD UP! HOLD UP! HOLD UP! HOLD UP! ANDRASTE WAS A MAGE! RIGHT! AND WHAT WAS HER LOVER? AN ELF. THE REVOLUTIONARY SHARTAN BRO. YOU'RE GONNA TELL ME THAT I'M WRONG? AM I WRONG? sHE SPOKE TO SPIRITS AND WAS PERSECUTED BY THE MAJORITY. GROW UP, BRO. GROW UP.

Is completely calm while she rants before, “Get educated bro.”

[vstiges]

@dirthera || starter call.

     ❝ I’ve heard rumours about the Dalish --- ❞         Too many, and tainted with controversy. Few mages in the tower studied the language alone, and she was fresh out of apprentice-hood, with no time to do her own research of subjects outside of what was formally taught. Hands are wrung continuously, until the tips of her two index fingers intersect with the mage’s next thought. How difficult to ask.       ❝  --- That you have mages in your clans, but with no templar supervision.  ❞      And oh the theories around how they managed it: ‘ that there was only one mage in a clan ‘, ‘ they battled and killed one another for mage supremacy ‘ , ‘ their mages only live a few years, because of lack of proper Circle teachings ‘ and so forth, parroted forward and back by fellow mages and templars alike.          ❝  How is it you protect your own from becoming abominations ? Or blood mages ? ❞  It’s not contempt she speaks with, but with clumsy intrigue colouring her words. 

[loveardently-blog1]

      " Maker, Aria, where'd your wits go? What are you thinkin'!? " Features twisted in a look of dismay -- albeit arbitrary in nature. Personal preference meant little to the witch; even less so now. Hands chucking aside the piece of material she'd been fiddling with as attention was granted solely to her long time friend. " One of the Champion's buddies is your beau? And not just that it's the - " One finger twirled swiftly beside her head as she whistled a well known tune. " Out o' his bloody mind? Ya talk ta spirits, don't invite them in like your body is a bloody party house. "

@dirthera / sc.

[compassionsblade-archive-blog]

♡

PARTY BANTER

Cole: What are you, Aria?

Aria: What?

Cole: People always ask me what I am. What are you?

Aria: I am Dalish. A ranger. Formerly a Warden. A person? I don’t exactly understand what you want me to say.

Cole: Good.

Aria: Good?

Cole: I never know what to say either. I thought I was missing something, but you’re smart and you don’t know.

Aria: Thank you…?

[chantryprince]

"Thoughts on" + Merrill

Send me “Thoughts On” someone and Sebastian will share how he feels  -  [ accepting ]

                                       ❝ I enjoy Merrill’s company quite a bit, really.  She’s such a nice girl, and one of the few among Hawke’s friends that doesn’t get … overly serious.  She seems to try and be cheerful about things, and I can appreciate that.  I do what I can to help her understand the nuances of more human society when I can so she doesn’t feel uncomfortable about being somewhere she completely doesn’t understand.  I also particularly enjoy discussing our beliefs, and the differences between them with her.  I like listening to stories about the Creators, and telling her stories of the Maker.  I hope it will help me understand the elves (particularly the Dalish) better than I do now. 

                                   Now, I … do not agree with all the things she does, or has done – though that’s putting it lightly.  It’s hard to reconcile that Merrill who is one of the sweetest people I’ve met would also be a Maleficar.  I would like for her to get help somewhere. I do not want her to end up a danger to herself, or those around her… It’s concerning.  I worry about her, despite her assurances.

                                    Ah, but anyway  …  It’s hard not to enjoy Merrill’s company ... ❞ 

[unelfyarchive-blog]

@dirthera

“why d’you have to be so...elfy. waste of a good elf.” her tone isn’t hostile, just...curious.

[scaldriis-blog]

@dirthera

“so you’re...what, dalish? that’s what those markings mean, right?” scaldris cants her head to the side, staring expectantly at the other elf.