crystal.

[indocile]

FORM: Sending crystal!
SENDER: Margaux
RECIPIENT: Everyone
WHAT: An observation
WHEN: Current
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Warnings TBA if necessary.

( the voice that comes through the crystals is young, light, high lilting orlesian; educated, but after the fact, someone whose speech is influenced by time spent around the upper-classes rather than someone who is identifiably one of them. the tone is thoughtful; )

There are an awful lot of Dalish, aren't there?

( like, any. )

Are they all one clan?

( gosh, they can probably hear this. )

Comments

[inagutterson]

Live in a city and you might as well be a human, that's how it goes. It's all ancestors and weeping over lost glories and being bitter forever and looking down noses. Not actually doing anything to help anyone.

Bet you that plenty of the Dalish would look right through you just like a dwarf in Orzammar would me. [Unless he was selling them something but that's neither here nor there for this.]

[indocile]

No, they never came before. I was surprised to see so many now.

( now we're all part of one world. aight. )

[inagutterson]

You Orlesian, yeah? Been a bit since they really did anything proper round your neck of the woods, s'what the boss says sometimes. A lot of them parked up outside Kirkwall for a long stretch even after I left but didn't seem them in the alienage whenever I was there.

[Please tell that to the resident Dalish Harrowmount.]