Player Plot: I will call you home

[arlathvhen]

WHO: Beleth, Cyril, Merrick, and Ellana Ashara, Thranduil, Sina Dahlasanor, Metaari, Sam Gareth, Kallian Endris, Alistair and Ruby i think??? whoever wants to go
WHAT: Keeping Up With The Asharas, the reality tv show
WHEN: Backdatedish, around mid-kingsway
WHERE: The Heartlands of Orlais
NOTES: OOC post

Tel'enfenim, da'len Irassal ma ghilas Ma garas mir renan Ara ma'athlan vhenas Ara ma'athlan vhenas	Never fear, little one, Wherever you shall go. Follow my voice-- I will call you home. I will call you home.

Clan Ashara currently resides in a small valley nestled into the mountains, that seems idyllic for a Dalish clan. A stream runs through the valley, descending into a waterfall with the steep cliffs on one side, and sheer mountain walls going straight up on two other sides. The only way in and out is through a gap big enough to lead several aravels through. It's a defensible position, safe from any threats. Except the fade rift that has opened up just a little ways from the gap. The hunters can handle the demons spewing from it well enough, and there are always a couple stationed there to pick off whatever appears. But it's too dangerous to lead the aravels and noncombatants through, and thus, they are forced to wait. To compound the issue, there's a village close to where they're currently staying, and while both sides have kept to themselves, neither are pleased with the current situation. They've helped get a message to the Inquisition in hopes that someone will come take care of the problem, and now both are tensely waiting for something to happen to change the situation, for better or worse. And so the members of Clan Ashara, with their friends in tow, return back to their clan.

Comments

[arlathvhen]

Beleth holds out her hand, catching the apple with a grateful nod. She's not quite sure how much she can practice with Cyril, when he's one of the subjects she fears might come up. But at least talking to someone else will be less odd than talking circles around herself silently.

"Pel and Gavin are both currently indisposed with important missions assigned to them before this request came," Beleth begins, even if it might not be entirely true--particularly for Gavin. But Creators help her, that's not an argument she wants to get into. "It's a mark of how much faith the Inquisition puts in our clan, that they've been given tasks that are so critical that they can't be spared."

[samahl]

"That's a good line," Cyril points out. There's a lot of other ways it could be said, but Beleth is talented for choosing the one that will cause less pain or drama.

"You shouldn't have to stress out as much about this..."

[arlathvhen]

"I have to give satisfactory answers in a timely manner, or she'll guess that I'm trying to talk circles around the issue, or that I'm just not prepared, and--" She's pacing again, hands on her hips as she tries to think about what she could be asked, what kind of answers she'll have to give. "I can't act like I have no idea what's going on. I can't act like I've just been wasting my time at Skyhold."

She finally stops, taking a deep breath, before turning back to Cyril, and taking a bite of the apple. "I need to demonstrate that the situation at Skyhold is under control."

[samahl]

His brow raises a bit and after a moment he comes closer to her. "Anything you need to do, you will. You're strong and capable," he says. There's not hint of teasing in his voice. He means it completely.

"Can I do anything to help, though? To make it easier on you."

[arlathvhen]

She wants to argue with Cyril, because she doesn't feel any of those things. If she were, maybe she wouldn't be so worried. But it's rude to refuse compliments, and she doesn't want to seem like she's fishing for more. So instead, she focuses on Cyril's question, fingers tapping the apple thoughtfully.

"Just don't...tell her a lot of negative things about Skyhold. Things that she'd feel is negative. Try to spin things positively, maybe? I don't know." She sighs, shaking her head. "You know what the Keeper is like."

[samahl]

"That I was planning on anyway. I want her to think kindly of the Inquisition as much as any one," he shares. It means as much to him that his choices turn out to be the right ones.

[arlathvhen]

"So do I," Beleth nods, glancing to the side with a troubled look. "If she doesn't approve--I don't want to think about it. But..." She turns back to Cyril, a wry smile on her face. "I appreciate your help, Cyril. I'm sorry for being so focused on myself--how are you doing?" Surely, this isn't any easier on him than it is on her.

[samahl]

"Well, I'd think, all things considered." Cyril presses his lips together and then glances towards where Sam is. "I think bringing Sam was a bad idea." He hasn't admitted this aloud to anyone, and it's strange to finally say it. "At least Taas was away so I couldn't impulsively invite him too." Though, of course, Merrick had brought Metaari so maybe having more that one qunari would have been better.

[arlathvhen]

"Oh, I don't know." She turns to look over at Sam as well, rubbing her chin. "I mean--He's a pretty decent guy, he shouldn't have too much trouble. I can't really talk, anyway. I mean, I brought Alistair--" There's a pause, and then she clears her throat. "Though...the circumstances for that are different, I think. But--Well. I'm sure they'll all do just fine. Taas would too, if he were here."

[samahl]

Cyril pressed his lips together. He is not sure if choosing to settle down a bit with only two men is any better than sleeping with every single one he can. After all, that will cause more heartache when it has to end. He doesn't say that, though, not wanting to unpile on her.

"You brought one of the Wardens who ended the Blight. At least that's impressive."

[arlathvhen]

Well, Beleth is sure which one is better, Cyril, and she's sure that her opinion is Right, so there's always that. But he doesn't unpile on her, so Beleth can't enlighten him as to the Real and True way of doing things.

Instead, she gives a small laugh, ducking her head. "He is pretty impressive, isn't he? Even if he tries really hard not to be. Don't tell him I said that, though, or he'll try even harder, just to be contrary." She glanced back towards camp, a fond smile on her face. "I figured, if there's a human that has a chance of being approved of by the Keeper, surely it's him."

[samahl]

"I think you're right," Cyril points out. "Even the Dalish owe the Wardens a great deal, no matter how we like to pretend we can do everything ourselves. We can't stop Blights."