Araceli's declaration on being pickier with men doesn't overly phase Beleth, at least. She can't feel the same because she needs to focus marrying someone she can have children with--but. The idea is to have elven children. In that sense, Alistair is as unfit as a woman would be. Hmm. She thinks on that as the corset is finally removed from her, and she can breath again. Thank the Creators.
She's not sure how to comment on Araceli's next part, she listens as she pays. She doesn't think she's particularly remarkable, and being treated like less than even what she feels like is an occupational hazard of being an elf that interacts with humans regularly. Not Alistair, though. Beleth probably just isn't explaining it well enough for Araceli to properly understand.
However, her fellow bard's reaction to the last part is startling enough that it puts attempts to better explain out the window. She hurries over to Araceli to make sure that the other woman is quite alright. But she doesn't seem to be actually injured--is it that surprising--ah. She'd forgotten to mention the important part.
"Well, he's a human. And my mother is our clan's Keeper." The tone with which she imparts this information makes it clear she feels this explains everything, and it isn't until Beleth begins leaving the store that she hesitates. "Oh--Um. I don't know how much you know about racial, ah. Interactions. But that's frowned upon by everyone in general, and particularly prohibited by Dalish. Particularly prohibited for the leader of the clan's daughter. I'm supposed to be setting an example, not running off to the arms of some shemlen. But Alistair isn't just a shemlen. He helped stop a Blight, helped save a clan and allied with them, etc. I doubt I'd be allowed to live in the clan, but it might be enough to occasionally send letters or visit." She says it calmly, like she's explaining to Araceli some minor interesting facts about the Dalish. It's just how things are, and it's perfectly reasonable. She can't blame her mother for following the laws.
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She's not sure how to comment on Araceli's next part, she listens as she pays. She doesn't think she's particularly remarkable, and being treated like less than even what she feels like is an occupational hazard of being an elf that interacts with humans regularly. Not Alistair, though. Beleth probably just isn't explaining it well enough for Araceli to properly understand.
However, her fellow bard's reaction to the last part is startling enough that it puts attempts to better explain out the window. She hurries over to Araceli to make sure that the other woman is quite alright. But she doesn't seem to be actually injured--is it that surprising--ah. She'd forgotten to mention the important part.
"Well, he's a human. And my mother is our clan's Keeper." The tone with which she imparts this information makes it clear she feels this explains everything, and it isn't until Beleth begins leaving the store that she hesitates. "Oh--Um. I don't know how much you know about racial, ah. Interactions. But that's frowned upon by everyone in general, and particularly prohibited by Dalish. Particularly prohibited for the leader of the clan's daughter. I'm supposed to be setting an example, not running off to the arms of some shemlen. But Alistair isn't just a shemlen. He helped stop a Blight, helped save a clan and allied with them, etc. I doubt I'd be allowed to live in the clan, but it might be enough to occasionally send letters or visit." She says it calmly, like she's explaining to Araceli some minor interesting facts about the Dalish. It's just how things are, and it's perfectly reasonable. She can't blame her mother for following the laws.