OPEN

[mythalenaste]

FORM: Sending crystal
SENDER: Pel
RECIPIENT: Everyone
WHAT: Awkward question?
WHEN: Present
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: Fantastic racial slurs.

 

Why is 'knife-ear' worse than 'rabbit?'

Comments

[byblow]

Country folk. But you're still right.

[mythalenaste]

[A grunt. Country folk, city folk, there is literally no difference to her. All y'all are flatlanders.]

Your point is there is no difference, really?

[byblow]

[ Foothill-landers. ]

No, no, I don't have a point. Points are the worst. I could try to invent an answer for you, I suppose, but I don't really want to say the words. And once you found out I'd made it all up you'd be furious, and our friendship would be ruined, and I'm such an ugly crier...

[mythalenaste]

[She's not really in the mood for this. All it does is make her head spin, all his chatter circling like a manic wisp.]

So there is no answer and none of it makes sense and I'm going to have to live with a question that has no answer. A door left ajar, an unhemmed garment left to unravel.

[That bothers her more than what was actually said earlier. She's here with the Inquisition to solve mysteries and puzzles, and she would like closure on this suddenly personal one.]

[byblow]

I don't know that there isn't an answer. If what I know is all there is to know, we're all in a lot of trouble.

[mythalenaste]

[Okay, that gets a laugh. She's tired, but the sour mood falls away.]

Mythal'enaste. Bless you. [Right. This isn't a big deal. The world has not changed just because something became a little more real to her.]

How are your Wardens?

[byblow]

If I have to guess without asking them?

Hungry.