Do not call me that. The words would be so simple, but they would be the admission of a raw nerve, exposed and ever in danger of being pressed upon. Do not call me that had, as a child, only resulted in others flinging the word all the more readily, and it had stung. She knew what she was, one of only two humans in a family entirely of elves, whose very difference was ignored and ignored until it felt like the only thing she could be aware of.
The softer context doesn't take the edge off the word, even as Herian could mock herself for it. Knights should be above something so petty, surely, so childish and so vulnerable. Knights were meant to be something stronger. Thinking too much about that one word made it hard to process all the Dalish has said, until a few moments after she has concluded speaking.
"They suffered attacks from Dalish on the road here. I will not see them reminded for the sake of your conscience." Soft, still. Anger prickles under her skin, but makes it neither to her voice nor her expression. Frost advances, but not anger. "Better you stay the blades of your kin, than try to stymie the wounds."
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The words would be so simple, but they would be the admission of a raw nerve, exposed and ever in danger of being pressed upon. Do not call me that had, as a child, only resulted in others flinging the word all the more readily, and it had stung. She knew what she was, one of only two humans in a family entirely of elves, whose very difference was ignored and ignored until it felt like the only thing she could be aware of.
The softer context doesn't take the edge off the word, even as Herian could mock herself for it. Knights should be above something so petty, surely, so childish and so vulnerable. Knights were meant to be something stronger. Thinking too much about that one word made it hard to process all the Dalish has said, until a few moments after she has concluded speaking.
"They suffered attacks from Dalish on the road here. I will not see them reminded for the sake of your conscience." Soft, still. Anger prickles under her skin, but makes it neither to her voice nor her expression. Frost advances, but not anger. "Better you stay the blades of your kin, than try to stymie the wounds."