[Closed] Tea and sympathy

[circleprodigy]

WHO: Inessa and Saoirse
WHAT: Inessa's in a Mood and in need of some venting.
WHEN: A few days ago
WHERE: Skyhold, second floor of the Herald's Rest
NOTES: This post, for reference.

It's rare to see Inessa visibly irritated, for more often than not, she keeps that stoic mask on and her opinions to herself. There is plenty of drama to be had in inserting them where they weren't asked for, and she wants none of that. If there's nothing to be gained by taking such a risk (and make no mistake, for an elf and a mage, there is still plenty of risk in this world), and often there isn't, she will keep mum. It's not in her to pick fights when there more productive ways to spend her time, and when there is so much at stake, she isn't short on options for things to do.

And yet, sometimes moods aren't so easily shed. For once, her concentration is failing and her heart not in the right place for games, so she forgoes study and playtime with Garahel rather than let her distraction taint such activities. Leaving her beloved mabari to be spoiled by Ciri, she settles in at a table on the upper floor of the tavern. The Herald's Rest isn't a typical hang-out spot for her, but away from the noise and shenanigans of the first floor, it's tolerable. Now if only she can remember to actually sip her tea. Instead, all she's mastered is continuing to stir it absently while her lips form a thin line as she stares off.

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[sulena]

"I always though rather silly to believe there was only one way to be an elf. I do not believe those that came before us would be happy if we were not allowed to grow into our own selves," she murmurs. "That is how I see it anyway."

Interlacing her fingers, Saoirse rests her elbows on the table and lets her chin rest atop her hands with a hum.

"Yes, poor us. We're happily trapped under the heel of humans but no one ever cares to ask how hard we work to make things better for our people. Because we do not live in the forests, worship the Elven gods and tattoo our faces... others seem to think we have failed in some way."

[circleprodigy]

"Even if they would not approve, I still share your view." They have no way of knowing, after all, and Inessa doesn't live for the approval of those long dead. If her focus is to be on anything elven, it's for those who live now.

She leans back and sighs, relaxed enough with Saoirse to let that mask slip and let her see how weary all this makes her. "It is not the Dalish alone who think so; at least one of the rifter elves seemed to say as much. He wants to teach us pride, as though we have none, as though that will solve our pressing issues. Perhaps I should have seen that coming, as I explained the current state of the elves after his rift was closed."

[sulena]

"I am still unsure of those that come from other worlds. Though it is strange to think we are without pride because what determines pride? Is it simply because we do not live in grand cities, towering over others?"

She has always wondered about why so much distrust was shown toward sharing a city with humans. Of course, their situation could be better. So much could be better but alienating themselves from the everyone else in the world.

"But it is good to know that we are of a similar mind. We elves of the city are represented so little here that sometimes I feel... out of place among the others."

[circleprodigy]

Inessa nods, staring down at her tea after she remembers to sip it again. "There are others who can speak better for the state and needs of city elves than I, but I won't forget my roots. There was a city elf representative...Eirlys, I believe? Though I haven't heard from her in some time; if she doesn't speak for them now, who does?"

Has the Inquisition even bothered to fill that role, or have the city elves once again been forgotten?