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ᏂᏋᏒᎥᏗᏁ "ᏖᏂᏋ ᏦᎥᏝᏝᏠᎧᎩ" ᏗᎷᏕᏋᏝ ([personal profile] dashing) wrote in [community profile] therookery2017-12-06 12:08 pm

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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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[personal profile] earthbones 2017-12-11 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a dog, not a child.

[Was there a time to be soft to a thing that wasn't a person? Was there even a time to be soft to a person in Valenwood? What good did she even do a child except a few septims, a dead monster who beat them (in front of them because that's what life is, they'd all cheered her, laughed, the new caretaker had cowered in the corner begging). There's a raw nerve plucked, pulled taut as a bowstring and her voice rings with it.]

All I wear is leather, hide or fur. It's hard work to learn it and to make a life at it, he must have had skill in it. [Cracked hands. Cracked hands at any forge taking her and father-- how can she be this old (relatively speaking) but to hear that simple word trips her.] Was-- you've lost both? Keep it safe, on the road you meet all sorts, I lost the last things from home to an ambush and never got them back again.