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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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Beyond that...I suppose it depends on the person, but if they are someone dear, keep their memory alive however you can. So many of the tomes I possess once belonged to friends in the Circle, friends who are no longer here. When I read those tomes, I think of them. At least for that moment, they are alive to me. Perhaps there is something similar which would give you this feeling, as well.

Big, yes, but he can be surprisingly gentle. I've seen him with pups often enough to know that.

Yes.

( She feels a little guilty. As much as she dislikes (distrusts) dogs, especially those so sizeable as the mabari, she knows Garahel to be a good dog. Or, at least, a well-behaved one, without a malicious owner. )

He is. I apologise for my tone.

( Herian is not wholly sure how to address the matter of her mother and her memory; her skin feels uncomfortable, and she uncomfortable within it, like her body is broken down to pieces that know not how to communicate with one another or fit together. )

I can scarce remember what I delivered back to my quarters in Kirkwall. I may have to visit Starkhaven, again.

Apology accepted, and the offer still stands.

...will you do so alone?

I know not. I will ask Enchanter Ceallach if she has wish to travel home again, of course. Beyond that I have little idea.

[Relieved.]

That's a good idea. I'm glad you will not be alone, then.

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