crystal.

[exequy]

FORM: Crystal.
SENDER: Kostos.
RECIPIENT: Everyone.
NOTES: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Also threadjacking is rad, banter and bicker freely.

The worst country in Thedas—other than Tevinter—

[ A given. ]

—it is Orlais, right? We can all agree to that.

[ Look, he's bored. ]

Comments

[mereandrastianism]

I sincerely doubt that, Serah.

[sulahnan]

Of course you would, with ears like yours.

[elegiaque]

If I'm going to be fingered in public, I'm not going to be told off for moaning.

( Notable Orlesian Poet, Gwenaëlle Baudin )

[sulahnan]

[ snorts and giggles ]

[elegiaque]

( this bitch gets it )

[mereandrastianism]

...My ears.

[sulahnan]

Small and round. Am I wrong?

[mereandrastianism]

They were this morning, certainly.

[sulahnan]

Exactly. If you could spend one day as an elf you'd change your mind about the Orlesians' refinement.

[mereandrastianism]

Mistreatment of elves is as much a sin as mistreatment of anyone else--but I don't hold with dismissing an entire country on the basis of those ill-bred enough to do so.

[sulahnan]

Mistreatment? The Orlesian Chantry is the reason elves are forced to assimilate into Alienages and give up their culture to be accepted as servants. It's no sin, in their eyes, to treat them as lesser beings. Whaddya think they do to the elves that don't give up their gods and ways of life?

[mereandrastianism]

The Dalish still roam free in many places, worshipping as they please. Orlais' sins, meanwhile, pale in comparison to those of the Imperium. What mistakes have been made there in the past can be rectified in the future.

[sulahnan]

We don't roam free, we're not a herd of wild horses! We're constantly on the run, living in fear of any shemlen that decide we've made ourselves too noticeable for their liking.

And we're not talking about the Imperium right now.

[mereandrastianism]

Perhaps not, but if we're to speak of the elves in Orlais, the Imperium does come into it.

[A pause.]

Regardless, I should hate to quarrel. It was never my intention to upset you, Serah.

[sulahnan]

Oh, well that makes everything better then, doesn't it? I guess if you were to step on my foot and tell me it wasn't your intention, my toes'd stop hurting, too.

[mereandrastianism]

You seem quite distressed. Perhaps when you've calmed, we might discuss this in greater detail.

[sulahnan]

How about no. Actually, how about fuck no, and stay away from me if you know what's good for you?

[mereandrastianism]

[ She takes a silent moment to bristle, her face heating up--then, continuing, voice steady: ]

Such language is hardly necessary. I should be happy to do so without the invective, though a name would certainly help.

[sulahnan]

Name's Athessa, of clan Sulahnan. [ And I'll fuck you up. ] And I'll use whatever fucking language I want.

[mereandrastianism]

Then you're more than welcome to do so elsewhere, Athessa of clan Sulahnan.

[sulahnan]

[ YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME!! ]

Get off your fucking high horse, princess.

[mereandrastianism]

[ This clearly doesn't warrant a response, but don't worry, it did hit rather sharply. ]

[sulahnan]

[ Good. Huff puff grr. ]