Vasran watched and listened with wary curiosity. Little by little, she had been getting to know the Dalish, but something about really talking to them made her feel strange. She would sometimes feel that they had things in common... but then they would mention carvers, or vallaslin, and suddenly sound entirely alien.

She accepted the carved thimble, turning it over in her fingers to admire the fineness of the work.

"I learned to embroider in the Circle." She felt she was repeating herself, but then again... where else would she have learned anything? "It was expected that we would know how to mend our own robes, at least, to prolong their usefulness. But I could never settle for being simply adequate. I wanted to know how to make something beautiful."