Beleth's eyes drop modestly at Araceli's compliment, a smile on her lips. At Araceli's comment about home, Beleth's eyes turn up to dart around the room, now studying it with this new knowledge. Not so different from Araceli's home? It's something that she files away with the rest of what little she knows about that odd world that her fellow bard-in-trailing hails from.
"I do not think we could get more different from my home if I tried, but--there is something familiar about it, if you can believe it." It's hard to name what it is, exactly. Glittering masks worn by Orlesian nobility seems a far distance from a bunch of Dalish in the woods. But there's a way that people treat their words, stepping around and on them with purposeful care. And a way that old grudges are passed down for generations.
Beleth gives a quiet, breathless laugh at Araceli asking about how she's bee treated, and she quickly shakes her head. "Nothing terrible, I assure you. No hurled slurs or telling me to get back in the kitchen. For the most part, they are in two groups. One has simply decided that I should not exist, and thus they do not acknowledge me. The other coos over me, as though I were a dancing bear. 'A credit to my people', is one of the more popular phrases." Her nose wrinkles, but she gives her head one more firm shake.
"Still, it's nothing that I didn't expect, and certainly nothing I can't deal with. I'm so amazed to even be here, to be..." She hesitates, debating her word choice. "...To be allowed to do this, I suppose. I hope it lasts."
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"I do not think we could get more different from my home if I tried, but--there is something familiar about it, if you can believe it." It's hard to name what it is, exactly. Glittering masks worn by Orlesian nobility seems a far distance from a bunch of Dalish in the woods. But there's a way that people treat their words, stepping around and on them with purposeful care. And a way that old grudges are passed down for generations.
Beleth gives a quiet, breathless laugh at Araceli asking about how she's bee treated, and she quickly shakes her head. "Nothing terrible, I assure you. No hurled slurs or telling me to get back in the kitchen. For the most part, they are in two groups. One has simply decided that I should not exist, and thus they do not acknowledge me. The other coos over me, as though I were a dancing bear. 'A credit to my people', is one of the more popular phrases." Her nose wrinkles, but she gives her head one more firm shake.
"Still, it's nothing that I didn't expect, and certainly nothing I can't deal with. I'm so amazed to even be here, to be..." She hesitates, debating her word choice. "...To be allowed to do this, I suppose. I hope it lasts."