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FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Herian Amsel
RECIPIENT: everyone with a crystal
WHAT: Deep Thoughts & Dogges
WHEN: during Nevarra stuff, prior to the dragon hunt & Necropolis Thriller Reenactment.
WHERE: Nevaaaarra
NOTES: content warning for themes of loss & death. Also just a heads up that Herian is (still) a big jerk about the Dalish and rebels/eager apostates

Inquisition,

( she starts, and then there is a moment of pause. Her accent is stronger than it was before her trip to Starkhaven, renewed by proximity even if it has already softened from what it had been there. She speaks with that same, inevitable control, but she does not sound quite the same type of calm as usual. )

How do you best honour the dead? Recently or long departed. I would be glad to know.

( Just a casual question, nbd.

She sure doesn't sound like "glad" should be a description of her ever, but maybe given the content she can be forgiven. There's a small bark, and though it cannot be seen, rest assured that Herian is frowning at the source. There is a measured pause, before Herian adds, )

And if any could advise me what to do with a small canine that sees fit to prance about wherever I go, I'd be grateful.

( Quietly exasperated, to the dog as she moves to end the post, ) You're too short for the stairs. Accept it.

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Well, it is better to have a wing in a public building, yes? A wing in your own home named after a loved one--then you are the only one to witness their name! Touching. But a tribute of spectacle is better. Soon the name is said so many times a day that it takes on a property almost reverent. Not more holy than Andraste, or the Maker, of course. But holy.

And a portrait might hang in any place. There are portraits in taverns of the most ill repute, are there not? And it need not be a fine work of art. You could commission the work a small child. Or, if you are not at all concerned with quality: from a Ferelden.

( eAe )

( eAe, with more emphasis )

Do not there have to be some considerable funding provided by a person, for them to be able to claim the right to name something public? Though I do appreciate the sentiment,

( a garden named after her mother, or a healing wing, or something that would speak to her passions, )

I am not sure the goal is, in this instance, a realistic one. I know not if the person in question would greatly value being the namesake of a place likely more visited by humans than elves, for example.

( And she's going to not touch the fine art topic any more, because that's just going to be a disaster. )

By a person, or persons. It need not be you that provides the funding! You can set up a foundation that will work to secure the funding for you. That is very much the fashion. It removes the onerous of work from your shoulders. And what a relief that would be, especially in a time of grief.

[ok but, wait.]

The-- person in question. They prefer-- elves, to humans?

[like, weird if so, but]

My mother was elfblooded, as am I. Her life was spent serving the alienage - healing the sick and wounded, and there were many times those injuries came inflicted by human hands.

( There's no heat in the words; it's just an explanation. ) Although she was human, she had little cause to love them, save for those others born to the alienage. I do not mean that she bore malice towards humans, but... All good things in her life were of elven influence. Does that make sense?

( This is a very tiring conversation. )

I am not sure what funding would be won. ( Given what she just said. )

Surely not every thing, but most things. A balance.

[--Though he at least has the good sense to say that sort of to himself, as if he is only thinking aloud, trying to reason this out.]

But certainly it makes a sort of sense, yes. People are happiest among their own. I am happiest among my friends. All the same, I am certain you could secure some funding. The world is a changing place. There are some of your folk that come into money, who may be willing to provide coin to such a cause.

Or you could talk your way into it. Such a thing has happened before.

( m8 )

Perhaps if you find any nobles so inclined, you can direct me to them, ser.

( Probably she should have tried to say that with some levity, but jokes are generally not her strength. He is trying to help. Admittedly in ways that make the mind boggle a little, and bewilder her with clumsiness, but it seems at least that they are born of not knowing, more than maliciousness. He is certainly not without compassion, or so it seems. )

I am not so gifted in charm as others. Doubtless the money could be readily offered, and my manner might make it evaporate into nothing.

[Quite cheerfully:]

I am afraid I will be of very little help. I hardly consort with nobles any longer: I am disinherited. Those that I do consort with are of my stripe. [like still rich, and willing to commission art and donate to charities, but still.] And, until quite recently, I was presumed dead. It very much wrecked my social schedule. A sad thing.

[Not that he sounds sad.]

If you are concerned that your lack of charm might evaporate the money, may I suggest: acting. And a careful cultivation of your presence beforehand. If you let the word get around that you do not speak--perhaps out of grief!--then you need not say anything to anyone. I tell you, it works wonders.