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[pyrazine]

FORM: Sending Crystal, god help us all
SENDER: Luana Marcos
RECIPIENT: all
WHAT: Someone let her figure this out
WHEN: Today
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: None

You know, I cannot figure it out. Do we hate magic or don't we? Because Inquisition means something totally different where I'm from and I'm getting real mixed messages around here. Bad enough that some of you think that I'm like. What. A hallucination or something? Don't think I don't hear what you say about those of us who didn't grow up in a place where you got everywhere without a car.

[BUT THAT SAID:]

Okay so two questions.

One: if I say spirit, or, maybe like. Fairy? What do you say in response.

And two: What's the next biggest city around here?

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[limier]

Have you not?

[ excuse you, elf collector ]

[rowancrowned]

Have I, in my dotage, failed to recall something? I would welcome enlightenment.

[ they’re all of age, coupe!!. ]

[limier]

When did you come of age, Provost?

[ believe he did. whatever. seven thousand years, or three. ]

[rowancrowned]

Well before I arrived in Thedas.

[limier]

And would you consider those present adults, by such past reckoning?

[rowancrowned]

You would prefer me to play the deluded elven supremacist, looking down my nose at everyone here, regardless of ability? That’s hardly fitting with the Inquistion’s egalitarian ways.

To each by ability, regardless of age.

[limier]

Of course. You would, naturally, turn a very skilled toddler toward combat.

[rowancrowned]

Is that when you began? Surely, for how else would you have become such a skilled Templar. My own Legolas had his first bow at twenty.

[limier]

And what is a Legolas?

[ hold up ]

[rowancrowned]

Do you recall the portrait in my rooms, of the young elf with blonde hair?

[ no it's not another one, for goodness' sake. ]

private;

[limier]

I recall a number of elves in your rooms.

[ but u kno why she thinks that, right pal ]

private;

[rowancrowned]

This one is my son.

Between you and Byerly with his accusations of 'perversions', I'm starting to think my reputation may be at stake.

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[limier]

That cannot come as a surprise.

[ he's done his homework on celene. but she's stalling, really, to process that — ]

First I am not told of your wedding.

[ still stalling. ]

[rowancrowned]

You are the [ uhhh what is she. ] wife of my lady's uncle, your invitation is Gwenaelle's to deliver. If you have taken offense, I can make arrangements....?

[ doves, an engraved invitation, etc. ]

Is my son a surprise? I am sure I have spoken of his merits at length.

[limier]

Is that all that I am?

[ WHO PULLED BOTH OF YOU BITCHES OUT OF A FIRE ]

One may speak the merits of many not present in the bloody Gallows.

[rowancrowned]

Foolishly I assumed that you'd prefer not to have a production made of it. Rest assured that I will remedy it to suit the prominence you have in both our lives.

[ someone has to go talk to lakshmi about elephants. ]

I only have the single child.

[limier]

I would have preferred not to hear of it thirdhand. Have you even spoken with Amsel?

[ this is already a production. ]

Your child is asking after the Deep Roads.

[rowancrowned]

It seems I will need to take things in a firmer hand.

[ well if thedas would have recognized them by just doing it the elf way. ]

Mm. He has developed a fondness for Dwarves.

[limier]

If you are to continue this show of conversion, it would behoove you to pretend interest in the affair.

[ but the rest of it's hilarious so ]

Youthful rebellion?

[rowancrowned]

While also continuing to serve the Inquisition. I will be happy when it is over and the document signed.

[ sharp intake of breath. ]

If I pay no mind to it, it will pass.

[limier]

Has that ever worked?

[rowancrowned]

He has had turns of fancy before.

[limier]

Of fancy?

[ mmmmmmm ]

[rowancrowned]

[ what's the human word. ]

Hobbies.

[limier]

And your flights of fancy?

[ humans. apparently. ]