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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.

Comments

[faithlikeaseed]

Let yourself finish grieving, first.

I had a similar conversation with him shortly after I was blinded. It made sense then. [It doesn't so much now, except occasionally, but he knows better where the impulse stems from.]

[dashing]

My mother has been dead some fourteen years and I am only now aware. My grief—

( is selfish. Is a thing she’s no right to. Is as much an affront as so many things Herian must live with, of her own inflicting. )

My grief is not to be equated with your own. No grief can be compared to another.

life has been getting too heavy for myr lately; i need like eight more sad icons

[faithlikeaseed]

[Gently,] Nor would I presume to compare them; only, grief rests heavy on whoever has the misfortune to bear it. No matter who we are.

living the sadness icon life over here

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And how easily can anyone be swayed and their goals corrupted by emotion? How much more dangerous is it, with mages?

( She does not have the answers, and she certainly doesn't expect Myr to be able to offer then. )

I dread being a liability to this Inquisition, and those dear to me.

[faithlikeaseed]

[They're answers he dearly wishes he had, and not only for Herian's sake.

I dread being a liability, well, that makes two of them. He doesn't quite sigh into the crystal but he surely thinks of it.]

Maker's name--too easily, with some. I wish I'd a better answer than that.

But-- [A rare moment of hesitation, as he lofts a silent prayer to the Maker for direction; am I pushing too hard out of fear?] --you're not alone in that dread; some days, all there is to hold on to is that I'm more to others than my duty. As you are.