ˢᵃᵛⁱᵒʳ ／／ 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕩

this love   ,   it is a burning sun   ,   shining a 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 on the things that we've done   .   𝚑𝚘𝚠   𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕   𝚒𝚝   𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕   𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗   𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜   𝚍𝚊𝚢   𝚒𝚜   𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎?

[theialen]

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༻¨   [ 001 ]          ADANNA  ENAVURIS,     currently  residing  in  the  exalted  plains,     𝙳𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚂𝙷  𝙴𝙻𝚅𝙴𝚂     —      twenty1,     she / they,     bailey  bass  . ༻¨   [ 002 ]          BERNARD  VASKIR,     currently  residing  in  skyhold,     𝙶𝚁𝙴𝚈 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚂     —      fifty,     he / him,     dean  winters  . ༻¨   [ 003 ]          COLETTE  SERAULT,     currently  residing  in  kirkwall,     𝙺𝙸𝚁𝙺𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙻  𝙲𝚄𝙻𝚃     —      thirty6,     she / her,     emilia  schule  . ༻¨   [ 004 ]          FEN'HAREL  SOLAS,     currently  residing  in  skyhold,     𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙰𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂  𝙾𝙵  𝙵𝙴𝙽'𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙻     —      i'm  a  thousand  years  old  you  can't  kill  me,     he / him,     anthony  carrigan  . ༻¨   [ 005 ]          VAELEN  ARAVELLE,     currently  residing  in  skyhold,     𝚁𝙴𝙱𝙴𝙻  𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚂     —      thirty7,     he / they,     matthew  gray  gubler  . ༻¨   [ 006 ]          YSOLDE  EMMELAIN,     currently  residing  in  kirkwall,     𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙸𝙽𝚀𝚄𝙸𝚂𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽     —      twenty7,     she / her,     willow  allen  .

[haze-of-absence]

"I just wanna be spoiled so bad" <- girl that proceeds to describe having access to necesities and having her most basic needs met as luxurious and the desire for that as greedy and punishment worthy

[namtan]

CHARADE 1963 | dir. Stanley Donen

[theialen]

𝐖𝐇𝐎:              vaelen  aravelle,     closed  to  @veilwhcsper 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄:         val  royeaux,   the  university  of  orlais,   library 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍:           all  soul's  day,   9:41  dragon,   just  before  sunset

"𝙱𝚄𝚃  𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙽  𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂  𝙾𝙽𝙴  𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼  𝚃𝚆𝙾  𝚈𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚂  𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚁   —   "   he's  worked  up  into  a  frenzy,   practically  foaming  at  the  mouth  as  he  shoves  another  heavy  tome  across  the  table  to  saretha.   "directly  contradicts  mareno's  findings!"   vaelen  runs  a  long-fingered  hand  through  untidy  hair.   he  had  styled  it  for  the  day,   to  try  and  be  respectful  in  observance,   but  with  the  day  of  remembrance  coming  to  an  end  outside  the  walls  of  the  university,   he's  too  absorbed  in  research  to  keep  the  sweat  and  finger  oils  out  of  too-long  tawny  locks  any  longer.   they  leave  for  skyhold  first  thing  in  the  morning,   but  vaelen  and  saretha  couldn't  miss  the  opportunity  to  take  advantage  of  orlais's  fine  resources,   so  they   —   snuck  away  just  after  dinner.   "i  still  don't  understand  any  of  this,   and  i'm  starting  to  wonder  how  much  i  actually   —   want  to."   he  pushes  back  from  the  table  somewhat.   even  he's  overwhelmed  by  the  study  of  fade  and  rift  magic.   "leave  this  to  solas,   go  back  to   —   mending  minds."

[spider-mann]

CASABLANCA (1942) Directed by Michael Curtiz

[thebriarskiss]

Zevran expected rudeness in a Chantry, that of course was where the most rude of all people, chantry mothers, generally were. He wasn't expecting the rudeness to be quite so sudden. He's stood there still holding out the unlit candle to Vaelen. There was something about this human that was familiar but Zevran couldn't put his finger on it at this present moment. "You don't want..." He looked down at the candle wondering what was wrong with it. It was a perfectly good candle all things considered. He looked at the other ones half burnt that had already dripped wax on to the marble. They looked pretty much the same to Zevran. Then he caught his reflection on the polished surface of the statue, he always forgot about the pointed ears. How silly of him. He was once again walking around as if he were just Antivan. Just human.

"Ah I see. I am still holding it yes. Don't worry, I will set it down and then you do not have to take it from me, the elf, yes." He nods setting the candle down for Vaelen. That was obviously the issue. Humans sometimes acted funny when elves offered them something. Maybe he should have gone to see the Dalish with Solas after all. He glanced at two of his candles placed side by side. Taliesen and Rinna were possibly the only people to have ever treated him as an equal. Not even the Dalish had done that.

"But if you really do not want it I have one person left I can light for."

[theialen]

⋰⏆◝ﾉ     𝕍𝔸𝔼𝕃𝔼ℕ  𝔸ℝ𝔸𝕍𝔼𝕃𝕃𝔼     ⤐     zevran  aranai  .

𝙷𝙴'𝚂  𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙴𝙻𝚈  𝙻𝙾𝚂𝚃  𝙵𝙾𝚁  𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳𝚂.   𝙰  𝚃𝚁𝚄𝙻𝚈  rare  event,   and  not  the  first  time  zevran  himself  has  elicited  this  reaction  from  vaelen.   "you  think  i'm  being   —   what?   no!"   the  accusation  truly  wounds  him,   and  his  denial  is  a  little  louder  and  more  animated  than  he  should  be  speaking  in  a  chantry.   there  are  stares.   vaelen  turns  a  lovely  shade  of  crimson,   livid  and  steaming.   he  averts  his  gaze,   can't  meet  zevran's  eyes.   lips  tight  and  drawn,   he  tries  desperately  to  summon  composure  before  he  speaks  again.   how  do  you  inform  someone  who  has  no  idea  who  you  are  that  you're  not  being  racist,   you're  just  horrified  because  they've  bedded  your  mother?   frequently?   and  you  walked  in  on  them  once?   "i   —   "   nope.   slender,   veiny  hands  close  into  white-knuckled  fists.   he  closes  his  mouth  and  tries  again.   "you   —   "   vaelen  closes  his  eyes,   takes  a  deep  breath  in   —   and  lets  out  one  sharp  huff.   "my  name  is  vaelen  aravelle,"   he  says  pointedly.   "we've   —   met."   this  day  is  already  going  so,   so  much  worse  than  he  could  have  ever  possibly  imagined.   "maybe  you   —   recall."   the  implication  that  vaelen  wouldn't  want  to  accidentally  touch  zevran's  hand  is   —   truly,   amusing  on  so  many  levels.   situation  as   —   revolting  as  it  is,   even  vaelen  can't  help  but  see  how  undeniably  attractive  zevran  is.   he  has  a  hard  time  imagining  even  the  most  elf-hating  orlesian  taking  such  a  strong  stance  against  zevran.

[veilwhcsper]

Lark  let  out  a  soft,  amused  breath  at  that,  cradling  his  mug  like  it  was  doing  him  a  personal  favor.  “You  say  that  now,”  he  replied,  glancing  up  at  the  sky  as  if  reconsidering  the  Maker’s  early-morning  judgment,  “but  I’m  fairly  certain  the  Maker  and  I  are  still  negotiating  terms  before  sunrise.”  He  took  another  cautious  sip,  winced  again,  then  shrugged.  “Still  worth  it.  I  think  this  coffee  could  wake  the  dead.  Or  at  least  threaten  them  into  consciousness.” At  her  comment  about  expectations,  he  snorted  quietly.  “Trust  me,  mine  are  rock-bottom.  Anything  warm  that  isn’t  trying  to  poison  me  outright  counts  as  a  success.”  He  shifted  a  little  closer  to  the  fire,  stretching  his  legs  out  with  a  sigh  that  sounded  like  it  came  from  somewhere  deep  in  his  bones.  “And  yeah,  I  get  that.  People  hear  ‘healer’  and  suddenly  assume  you’ve  got  soup  recipes  memorized  and  endless  patience.”  A  crooked  smile  tugged  at  his  mouth.  “For  what  it’s  worth,  I  don’t  need  a  mother.  Just  someone  who  won’t  let  me  starve  before  noon.” He  followed  her  gaze  toward  the  distant  suggestion  of  Redcliffe,  squinting  into  the  morning  light.  “I’ve  been  once.  Briefly,”  he  said.  “  It’s…  got  history.  Some  of  it  rough.  But  the  people  are  good,  and  the  food  usually  makes  up  for  the  rest.”  He  glanced  up  again  in  the  direction  she’d  indicated,  squinting  like  that  might  magically  conjure  rooftops.  “A  little  scary,  sure.  But  most  places  worth  seeing  are.”

[theialen]

⋰⏆◝ﾉ     𝕐𝕊𝕆𝕃𝔻𝔼  𝔼𝕄𝕄𝔼𝕃𝔸𝕀ℕ     ⤐     alaric  vernhart  .

"𝙼𝙼."   𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷  𝙰  𝚃𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃-𝙻𝙸𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙳,   𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁  𝙶𝚁𝙸𝙼𝙰𝙲𝙴,   ysolde  shakes  her  head  with  an  almost  frenetic  energy   —   this  is  very  serious  to  her.   "you  shouldn't  say  things  like  that."   she  knows  it's  a  joke.   of  course  she  does.   not  even  in  a  way  that  starts  with  the  word   'technically.'   she  just  desperately  does  not  believe  in  even  jokes  that  broach  the  realm  of  blasphemy.   she's  also  very  aware  how  that  rigid  moralism  presents  to  others.   on  a  similar  note   —   "let  you  starve?"   she  chuckles  and  sets  her  now  empty  mug  down  in  the  slightly  moist  earth  next  to  her.   "you're  on  your  own  unless  you're  bleeding,   i  have  prayers."   she  flashes  lark  a  bright  smile  and  a  little  giggle. 

as  he  talks  about  redcliffe  village,   she  listens  silently,   nodding  along  sagely  with  real  interest.   "so  what's  your  story,   then?   i'm  sure  you've  seen  so  many  amazing  places."   she's  more  interested  in  travel  as  a  concept.   though  she's  somehow  found  herself  doing   —   forward  outreach  or  something,   she's  never  really  been  a  fan  of  the  adventuring  life.   hearing  about  it,   though?   or  briefly  experiencing  a  romanticized  version?   an  absolute  gift  from  the  maker.

[ghilana]

Revas gently placed his index finger on Vaelen's lips to hush him. "Indoor whisper, falon. I am right here and all ears as we elves like to say." By all of the gods, this one really wasn't used to anything. Vas wondered how long it would take Vaelens soft hands to harden up in The Dales. He's a little surprised that Vaelen can't see the artifact, surely he had some of the elven traits right? "They have it in the camp," Revas explained. "It hasn't been activated yet but Shemlen playing with Elven toys doesn't usually end well for them or for us."

Revas had no doubt that some nearby clan would be accused and punished for an explosion of a human's own making. "I also don't think this part of the forest needs a crater in it. It didn't need this camp either but the crater's going to be there for decades, the Shemlen camp won't."

He let out a soft sigh. "I was going to sneak in after dark..." he looked Vaelen up and down. "Perhaps with you we don't have to sneak in we could simply walk in and take it... in the name of the inquisition of course we are both very devout members." Revas winked trying to convey to Vaelen what he meant.

[theialen]

⋰⏆◝ﾉ     𝕍𝔸𝔼𝕃𝔼ℕ  𝔸ℝ𝔸𝕍𝔼𝕃𝕃𝔼     ⤐     revas  brecillian  .

"𝙰𝙻𝙻  𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚂,"   𝚅𝙰𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙽  𝚁𝙴𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚂,   𝙸𝙽  𝙰  𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴.   heart  pounds  in  his  ears.   he's  still  trying  desperately  to  see  the  aforementioned  triangular  artifact  revas  is  referring  to,   but  if  anything,   his  vision  is  the  furthest  thing  imaginable  from  the  keen  eyesight  elves  are  known  for.   after  so  many  hours  poring  over  worn  tomes  in  low  light,   it's  something  of  a  wonder  he  can  see  at  all.   "i  always  thought  that  was  an  offensive  turn  of  phrase."   he's  vocally  informed  others  of  that,   at  least.   

slowly,   vaelen  reacts  to  everything  else  revas  is  saying.   brow  knits  first,   then  he  turns  to  the  other  man   —   head  alone,   and  then  the  eyes  follow  a  second  or  so  later.   "it's   —   this  item  is  something  dangerous?   is  it  magical?"   he  glances  back  to  the  forest  beyond  for  a  moment.   "i  still  don't  understand  why  i  should  help  you.   you  could  be  lying.   i   —   i  have  no  idea  who  you  are."   he  has  a  horrible  feeling  that  any  choice  he  makes  here  will  somehow  manage  to  be  the  wrong  one.   part  of  him  wants  to  leave  now,   say  he  represents  the  inquisition  and  shouldn't  be  doing  things  like  that.   but  what  does  vaelen  really  care  for  the  inquisition,   anyway?

[bleedingcircle]

She's right to keep her eyes fixed on him, not that Bastion was stupid enough to do something out in the open and during such a... festive event. An apostate with the Chantry? Bastion almost laughed at the idea but he kept his cool. A waste of her talents more like it. He tilts his head, interested in what she's saying but he has no desire to indulge what she wants, approval for doing what she she thinks is the right thing.

"And I suppose that brings you... peace yes?" Her words don't sting him, Bastion isn't phased. He's had worse things said to him by much worse people that actually meant it. He knew deep down what Ysolde desired and he knew that the Chantry would never give her, unconditional love. The Chantry wouldn't give it to anyone who was magically gifted, even if they vowed never to use their talents again. She'd be shoved back in to a circle as soon as the Chantry were able to do it.

"It does pain me," he said softly. Tenderly like a parent would. "To see you so openly admit that you enjoy wasting your talents for people who'd lock you away the second they can." Bastion leans in, to play in to her desires, his voice is sweet, caring and fatherly.

"You'll always be welcome in Kirkwall."

[theialen]

⋰⏆◝ﾉ     𝕐𝕊𝕆𝕃𝔻𝔼  𝔼𝕄𝕄𝔼𝕃𝔸𝕀ℕ     ⤐     bastion  hutter  .

𝙰𝙽𝙳  𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂  𝙸𝚂  𝙿𝚁𝙴𝙲𝙸𝚂𝙴𝙻𝚈  𝚆𝙷𝚈  𝚂𝙷𝙴'𝚂  𝚂𝙾  repulsed  and  terrified  by  him.   she's  been  frozen  this  entire  time  but,   when  he  leans  in  towards  her,   all  her  limbs,   her  joints  lock  into  place.   viscerally  displaced  in  time  for  a  split  second,   eve  flashes  back  to  a  moment  much  like  this  years  ago.   the  feeling  of  bastion's  hand  brushing  tenderly  across  her  face  as  he  murmured  something  about  pride  and  potential.   it  was  everything  she'd  ever  secretly  wanted  to  hear  from  someone  who  cares  about  her.   but  none  of  it  was  real.   in  a  way,   she  and  bastion  are  doing  the  same  thing.   they  each  want  the  other  to  be  not  who  they  are,   but  a  different  person  entirely,   one  more  palatable  and  convenient.   "they  aren't  gifts,"   she  whispers.   the  words  barely  pass  her  lips,   they're  so  quiet.   "you  are  evil,   what  you  do   —   is  evil."   truthfully,   she's  likely  blamed  bastion  for  everything  that  went  wrong  in  her  life  after  they  met.   a  stubbed  toe,   a  letter  lost  in  transit?   sent  from  the  maker  as  a  punishment  for  indulging  in  blood  magic.

kirkwall.   is  that  where  he  lives  now?   she  wonders  if  she  could  drop  an  anonymous  hint  to  lady  nightingale.   surely  this  man,   with  all  his  wiles,   is  no  match  for  the  inquisition.   "i've  heard  kirkwall  is  terrible,"   she  says  confidently.   "i  can't  imagine  i'd  have  any  reason  to  visit.   ever."

[veilwhcsper]

Saretha  startles  only  a  little  at  the  commentary,  then  lets  out  a  quiet  huff  of  laughter  she  quickly  smothers  behind  her  hand.  She  leans  closer  not  enough  to  draw  attention,  just  enough  to  be  heard  over  the  murmurs  of  the  crowd.  “Careful,”  she  murmurs  dryly.  “If  the  wrong  person  hears  you,  that  popcorn  might  be  the  least  of  what’s  flying.” Her  eyes  flick  briefly  to  the  stage,  then  back  again,  one  brow  lifting.  “You’re  not  wrong,  though.  Tragedy  loses  its  bite  when  it’s  polished  into  a  sermon.”  A  pause,  softer,  amused.  “They  always  forget  the  messy  parts.  The  doubt.  The  people  who  didn’t  want  to  be  symbols.” She  reaches  out,  nudging  a  stray  kernel  back  into  the  bucket  with  one  finger.  “Still,”  Saretha  adds  under  her  breath,  “complaining  through  the  whole  thing  is  half  the  fun.  I  assume  that’s  why  you  stayed?”

[theialen]

⋰⏆◝ﾉ     ℂ𝕆𝕃𝔼𝕋𝕋𝔼  𝕊𝔼ℝ𝔸𝕌𝕃𝕋     ⤐     saretha  valetha  .

"𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴  𝙸𝚃  𝙾𝚁  𝙽𝙾𝚃,   𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚁𝙴  𝙸𝚂  𝙰𝙽  𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙴𝚂𝙸𝙰𝙽  tradition,   particularly  on  the  annums."   with  a  rather  unladylike  sniffle,   lettie  slides  even  further  down  in  her  seat  and  flicks  a  kernel  of  popcorn  into  her  mouth.   "i'll  be  damned  if  i  miss  out."   her  gaze  turns  from  the  stage  to  the  woman  in  the  seat  next  to  her   —   then  she  does  a  small  but  deeply  unsubtle  double-take,   and  her  nose  wrinkles  when  she  sees  saretha's  ears.   it  shouldn't  be  a  surprise  to  see  an  elf  in  the  theatre.   not  in  the  slightest.   half  the  cast  are  elves,   regardless  of  their  comparative  rarity  elsewhere  in  val  royeaux.   the  fact  colette  is  caught  off  guard  is  an  unfortunate  artifact  of  time  spent  away  from  her  dear  orlais.   "i'll  speak  my  peace,"   she  murmurs,   slowly  turning  her  attention  back  to  the  performance.   "they  already  don't  want  me  here."   a  musical  number  begins,   orchestral  theme  swelling.   "ugh."   she  points  to  the  actress  standing  center  stage.   "see,   this  is  exactly  what  i  mean.   sermon."   was  she  the  one  who  said  that?   "flies  in  the  face  of  historical  accuracy  just  to  push  the  narrative  of  the  chantry.   she  was  put  to  death  for  that,   certainly  not  celebrated  for  it."

[sophsun1]

Psych – 5.06: Viagra Falls

[rebxlandroam-deactivated2026052]

Who: @theialen

Where: Dales

When: All Souls Day, morning

Develva does not look forward to such a sad day as All Souls Day, but she enjoyed seeing so many elves congregate to honor the same ancestors. No matter dalish or city elves, they all came to share stories and share losses. Donni was in attendance. Develva had a soft spot for the younger Dalish who shared the same hatred of humans.

The Druid hoped that Donni would behave herself during this period of mourning. If not that would only serve as more entertainment for Develva.

Develva wandered near the edge of her encampment to look for Donni. "Celalen" She called sarcastically despite the mournful energy in the air "Where are you Donni?" Develva needed the hunter's assistance with supplies and completing the rites.

[theialen]

⋰⏆◝ﾉ     𝔸𝔻𝔸ℕℕ𝔸  𝔼ℕ𝔸𝕍𝕌ℝ𝕀𝕊     ⤐     develva  hanin  .

𝚂𝙷𝙴'𝚂  𝚂𝚄𝙿𝙿𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙳  𝚃𝙾  𝙱𝙴  𝙾𝙽  𝙷𝙴𝚁  𝙱𝙴𝚂𝚃  𝙱𝙴𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙸𝙾𝚁.   she  mostly  is.   she  has  people  that  she's  lost.   both  of  her  parents,   for  starters.   but  as  an  elf   —   she  supposes  she  does  not  understand  the  reason  for  mourning,   on  its  face.   all  elves  are  family,   and  the  ancestors  await  in  the  beyond.   life  is  so  short.   in  donni's  opinion,   it  should  not  be  wasted  in  tears.   at  the  sound  of  develva's  voice,   adanna  drops  from  a  sitting  position  on  a  high  branch  and  hangs  by  her  knees  for  a  moment.   "ir  ara!"   donni  swings  herself  off  the  branch,   flips  gracefully  in  the  air,   and  lands  in  a  squat  in  front  of  develva.   "here,"   she  repeats  in  common  with  a  grin.   "e’e!   paliera  il  shivanas!   what  do  you  need?"

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Rhiannon looked on rather disturbed by Ysolde's lack of coordination as her books fell into the mud. "Am I alright?" Rhiannon repeated the question rhetorically. "I would be better if you would have watched where you were going"

The bloodmage glances sideways to try and get a look at what was in Ysolde's hand. Books could be such dangerous little things full of unknown magic. While Rhiannon learned her forbidden gift from a freak encounter, there were still many more that could be taught. "What's in the tome, girl?" She asked filled with sharp prying interest. Could she be a new recruit for her little circle of bloodmages? No. She should not try and bring someone into such a chaotic life. "You should know better than getting into subjects you cannot possibly comprehend"

[theialen]

⋰⏆◝ﾉ     𝕐𝕊𝕆𝕃𝔻𝔼  𝔼𝕄𝕄𝔼𝕃𝔸𝕀ℕ     ⤐     rhiannon  .

"𝙸   —   "   𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁  𝚆𝙾𝙼𝙰𝙽'𝚂  𝚃𝙾𝙽𝙴  𝙲𝙰𝚄𝚂𝙴𝚂  𝙴𝚅𝙴  to  freeze  and  look  over  to  see  just  who  she's  run  into.   "i'm  really,   really  sorry."   her  apology,   meek  and  breathless  as  it  is,   is  completely  genuine.   at  the  moment,   eyes  wide  as  they  are,   eve  has  never  looked  more  like  a  frightened  halla.   which  is   —   saying  something.   "i  got  a  little   —   overenthusiastic."   a  bad  habit  for  her,   really.   and  one  she's  put  no  effort  at  all  into  breaking.   

what's  in  the  book?   mouth  hangs  open  as  the  question  bounces  around  in  her  mind.   "i  don't   —   they're  just  novels."   romance  novels,   to  be  specific.   "i  just  bought  them."   she  gestures  behind  her,   to  the  dwarven  bookseller  a  few  paces  away.   "are  you   —   are  you  injured,   or   —   ?   if  i've  gotten  your  clothes  dirty,   i   —   "   she  has  no  money.   she  effectively  took  the  chanty  oath  of  poverty  upon  arriving  in  haven  years  ago.   the  coin  for  the  books  came  from  lady  cassandra.   "i'm  sure  the  inquisition  would  pay  for  them  to  be  cleaned,   or   —   get  new  ones?   if  that  would  be  preferable?"   there  must  be  some  reason  this  woman  is  so  upset  with  her,   though  it's  not  readily  apparent  to  ysolde.

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Minaeve had the choice of going to Val Royeaux or the Dales. While the elf had felt a need to go home, she was nervous that she would run into the elves that exiled her and left her to fend for herself all those years ago. She hardly thought that Vaelen would understand her struggle with her choice of holiday since the mage was obsessed with Dalish culture.

"I have my reasons, as everyone does" Besides, Minaeve was thrilled with the prospect of exploring a city. "You must understand as a fellow scholar yourself, Vaelen! The prospect of exploration comes so rarely" she looked over the menu for what was available. There was a lot of seafood. The crab legs looked delicious, but so did the fried fish! "We could split something from the seafood selection, maybe? As for drinks I prefer anything with fruit"

[theialen]

⋰⏆◝ﾉ     𝕍𝔸𝔼𝕃𝔼ℕ  𝔸ℝ𝔸𝕍𝔼𝕃𝕃𝔼     ⤐     minaeve  karil  .

"𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚅𝙴  𝙶𝙾𝚃  𝙼𝙴  𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴,   𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃'𝚂  𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈  𝚃𝚁𝚄𝙴."   with  a  chuckle,   he  takes  a  small  sip  of  water  and  eyes  nearly  roll  back  in  his  head.   he's  not  a  precious  person  by  any  stretch  of  the  imagination   —   like  his  friend,   vaelen  also  enjoys  a  good  adventure.   but  having  grown  up  in  orlais,   even  in  a  circle   —   suffice  to  say  he  shares  lady  josephine's  complaints  with  the  accommodations  of  skyhold.   the  water  here  is  cool,   crisp,   and  without  any  threat  of  pathogenic  illness.   a  luxury  he  does  not  take  for  granted.   "the  crab  legs  are  incredible,   they're  so  meaty  here.   they  catch  them  just  around  the  corner,   there."   he  replaces  the  water  goblet  on  the  table  once  more.   he'll  have  this  reaction  to  the  water  at  least  four  more  times.   

"you  can  get  fried  fish  anywhere."   with  a  haughty  frown,   vaelen  waves  a  hand  in  the  air  dismissively.   "get  anything  you  haven't  tried  before.   mother  will  be  more  than  happy  to  cover  whatever  the  bill  is,   she'll  just  be  glad  i  had  a  meal  with  a  friend."   the  somewhat  embarrassing  admission  doesn't  even  register  with  him.   fruit.   he  picks  the  menu  back  up  and  scans  it.   "how  much  fruit?"   there  are  some  lovely  citrus  cocktails  that  would  pair  nicely  with  the  seafood,   or  maybe  a  nectarine  yellow  of  a  good  vintage?

[sylaiseruil]

solas felt different than many of the others; the inquisitor shone differently as well. but solas… he felt in between. solas was different, he was sharper– of material and the fade. his companions had a song of their own, but solas was quiet. cole cannot hear his hurt as much; the hurt is there, but it is softer—difficult to hear. “the statue—there is pain within you--but faint.” his neck crooked slightly to look over at the crowd, "it doesn't matter that they won't remember me. what matters is that I helped."

[theialen]

⋰⏆◝ﾉ     𝕊𝕆𝕃𝔸𝕊     ⤐     cole  .

𝚂𝙾𝙻𝙰𝚂  𝙼𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚂  𝙾𝙽𝙴  𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳  𝚃𝙾  𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃  𝙾𝙽  𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙴'𝚂  shoulder  affectionately.   "it  is  nothing  you  need  to  concern  yourself  with."   he  hopes,   in  fact,   cole  does  not  push  any  further  on  this  matter.   pale  eyes  fall  back  on  the  shrine  to  someone  who  was  once  a  dear  friend.   it  is  an  exquisitely  human  experience,   to  have  such  a  profound  emotion  and  not  a  single  place  to  safely  put  it  down.   "i  am  simply  taking  time  in  remembrance.   just  like  everyone  else  here."   he  smiles  at  cole   —   someone  he  can  actually  help.   a  fresh  start.   "is  there  someone  you  miss  today,   cole?   someone  no  longer  in  your  life  who  once  was?"

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The Three Musketeers - Part I: D'Artagnan (2023)