For a moment, he's glancing at Beleth in rank incredulity. How can she-- no, she's doing it on purpose, riling him up about things he can do nothing about, to calm him down for the things he can. Companionably, he loops an arm in hers, grateful for the support. Rabbits, indeed. Just when he's thought he's seen the bottom of his disdain for humans, someone digs a hole. Or, apparently, a warren.
"Traditionally, the Second's responsibility is the Halla, yes. Sulahni is... much more enthusiastic than anyone else. But, I don't think she'd mind."
This is a lie. Sulahni might technically be subordinate to the First, but Sulahni has outlived the careers of two Keeper's Seconds, and she is older than Sorrel himself. It takes a very poor leader indeed to react to someone else's seniority and experience with an assertion of dominance, and Sorrel has no illusions. Sulahni lives for the Halla as if she were their own private guardian goddess, and any encroachment on her territory will be rightly seen as a trespass.
"....Thranduil it is, then," He says, to cover up the fresh rush at the strange intimacy of it.
And anyways he's unlikely to hear trouble over the Halla, and he certainly has the Keeper's blessing to show the outsiders around, within reason. Besides, Thranduil is an elf! And a King! And possibly even elvhen... so why not?
"Of course you can meet ours. They might not be as fat as Skyhold's Halla, to hear Bel tell about them, but they're the pride of the clan," He's already leading them towards the little herd of Halla, not far off. No fences keep them close to the aravels, only a few timbers propped up to define the safe range for those not familiar with them. They mostly ignore Sorrel's approach, though a few lift their heads and look, before going back to grazing, "It sounds almost like the Inquisition sees their Halla there as more of an imposition than anything else. I can't understand it."
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"Traditionally, the Second's responsibility is the Halla, yes. Sulahni is... much more enthusiastic than anyone else. But, I don't think she'd mind."
This is a lie. Sulahni might technically be subordinate to the First, but Sulahni has outlived the careers of two Keeper's Seconds, and she is older than Sorrel himself. It takes a very poor leader indeed to react to someone else's seniority and experience with an assertion of dominance, and Sorrel has no illusions. Sulahni lives for the Halla as if she were their own private guardian goddess, and any encroachment on her territory will be rightly seen as a trespass.
"....Thranduil it is, then," He says, to cover up the fresh rush at the strange intimacy of it.
And anyways he's unlikely to hear trouble over the Halla, and he certainly has the Keeper's blessing to show the outsiders around, within reason. Besides, Thranduil is an elf! And a King! And possibly even elvhen... so why not?
"Of course you can meet ours. They might not be as fat as Skyhold's Halla, to hear Bel tell about them, but they're the pride of the clan," He's already leading them towards the little herd of Halla, not far off. No fences keep them close to the aravels, only a few timbers propped up to define the safe range for those not familiar with them. They mostly ignore Sorrel's approach, though a few lift their heads and look, before going back to grazing, "It sounds almost like the Inquisition sees their Halla there as more of an imposition than anything else. I can't understand it."