[closed] You showed me when I was young just how to grow

[arlathvhen]

WHO: Beleth and Galadriel
WHAT: After Beleth gets back from visiting the clan, she talks to Galadriel about Feelings
WHEN: Beginning of Harvestmire
WHERE: The garden in Skyhold
NOTES: talking about moms that kinda suck

For most of Beleth's life, Sorrel has been the only person that she could talk to about her mother. He's the only one who really understood, who knew what it was like to live with Deheune, all the ups and downs, the love and resentment. But her twin isn't here, and Beleth is left with emotional turmoil that she hasn't been able to deal with. Surely no one outside the clan would understand, none of them were Dalish. And yet, she can't go to her clanmates either. They have their own prejudices, and she can't bring herself to speak ill of the Keeper to them.

It occurs to her that there's one person she could potentially talk to. Someone she feels comfortable enough with, who isn't Dalish, but--she's surely close enough.

It takes some time for Beleth to pluck up the courage to actually go through with speaking to her. It's nerve-wracking, there's so much that could go wrong--Galadriel could tell her that she's being stupid, ungrateful to her mother. Or worse, she could get the wrong idea, like Zevran has, and think horrible things about her mother. But the doubts and worries eat at her regardless, and so, she approaches Galadriel in the gardens of Skyhold. Being surrounded by the greenery gives her some measure of comfort, enough to steel herself for the conversation.

"My Lady," She greeted Galadriel, bowing her head to the other woman. "May I...ask your advice? On something of a personal note."

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[arlathvhen]

Her gaze does climb back up slowly, the more Galadriel speaks to her. When Galadriel finishes by complimenting her, she glances up to meet her eyes, looking surprised--but there's also a fervent admiration there. Lady Galadriel thought--knew--that she was brave and true. It was hard (impossible) to argue with something stated so clearly as fact, and Beleth has to spend a few moments with her mouth hanging open before she remembers to clamp it shut, and clears her throat.

"You are too kind, my Lady. I apologize if this is too bold to say, but...I can't imagine that, seeing you now, your mother would be anything but fiercely proud. You are one of the kindest, wisest people I have ever met--only your kinsman compares. And no human could dream of coming close." They all seemed plodding, clumsy fools, in comparison to Galadriel. Beleth gives her a smile, hands clasped together.

"I hope that I can become a fraction as extraordinary as you are, my Lady. If I do, then I think that I could do just about anything. I'm proud to hold you up as an example of what we are truly capable of." She pauses, glancing to the side thoughtfully, before turning back to Galadriel. "You're right, though. It's good to remember that I can help my people through means that don't involve moving mountains."