Sometimes a space must be carved to let the people who have to live with the world everyone else has made for them that they have to try to prop up and repair as it falls down about be what they are. Young. Young and angry and tired of behaving for all the grown-ups because the second they don't in front of them is the moment it's used against them and they have to start again.
"There are only humans where I am from," she isn't about to complicate the matter with everything in the sea she knows to be real, not for this, that isn't what's important, "but this sort of thing still happens. How dare you treat these people like people. How dare you think they should afford the food on their tables and the roof over their heads and what makes them entitled to an education, why do they need it." It's a fight she knows because the common girl that rises too high and doesn't remember her place is the girl they don't like.
Other people look to her. They think about what they might do too. Even if she calls herself Inquisition there's that weight of being a rifter that others are going to attach to her after all.
Taking a sip, she feels her mouth twist and knows exactly the sort of anger that would come out of Leandra at Celene. How unfit she is for a throne. How unsuited for rule. "Ruling is a privilege, not a right. Generations have handed that one down. Would Celene not have served us better as a figurehead. They don't speak. They don't act. They simply are." Araceli isn't Orlesian or even Thedosian, but maybe this still counts as a seditionist statement out of her mouth for suggesting it's better to have her gagged or bound or to leave the suggestion that she's leaving out there. Surely there was a way to get what they needed from Orlais instead of supporting this farce or letting Corypheus take the lot.
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"There are only humans where I am from," she isn't about to complicate the matter with everything in the sea she knows to be real, not for this, that isn't what's important, "but this sort of thing still happens. How dare you treat these people like people. How dare you think they should afford the food on their tables and the roof over their heads and what makes them entitled to an education, why do they need it." It's a fight she knows because the common girl that rises too high and doesn't remember her place is the girl they don't like.
Other people look to her. They think about what they might do too. Even if she calls herself Inquisition there's that weight of being a rifter that others are going to attach to her after all.
Taking a sip, she feels her mouth twist and knows exactly the sort of anger that would come out of Leandra at Celene. How unfit she is for a throne. How unsuited for rule. "Ruling is a privilege, not a right. Generations have handed that one down. Would Celene not have served us better as a figurehead. They don't speak. They don't act. They simply are." Araceli isn't Orlesian or even Thedosian, but maybe this still counts as a seditionist statement out of her mouth for suggesting it's better to have her gagged or bound or to leave the suggestion that she's leaving out there. Surely there was a way to get what they needed from Orlais instead of supporting this farce or letting Corypheus take the lot.