It's not the response Fern had been expecting. Blinking in surprise, she looks from Ellana to the murals again; she's clearly intimidated by the sheer enormity of her ignorance in this arena, and perhaps a little afraid of it, too. No, she'd never paid much attention in particular to the Chant or devoted much energy to contemplating the various canticles the same way her parents did, but she liked the idea of Andraste, of the Maker's Bride who respected the elves--that much, at least, she remembers from her parents. To set all that aside... but she doesn't have to set it aside, does she? She's an elf, it's natural to be a bit curious about the culture of her Dalish cousins, and that's all this is. Right?
Looking back to Ellana again, Fern nods a few times and offers her another shy smile. "That--might be nice, yeah," she says, twisting her staff in her grip.
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It's not the response Fern had been expecting. Blinking in surprise, she looks from Ellana to the murals again; she's clearly intimidated by the sheer enormity of her ignorance in this arena, and perhaps a little afraid of it, too. No, she'd never paid much attention in particular to the Chant or devoted much energy to contemplating the various canticles the same way her parents did, but she liked the idea of Andraste, of the Maker's Bride who respected the elves--that much, at least, she remembers from her parents. To set all that aside... but she doesn't have to set it aside, does she? She's an elf, it's natural to be a bit curious about the culture of her Dalish cousins, and that's all this is. Right?
Looking back to Ellana again, Fern nods a few times and offers her another shy smile. "That--might be nice, yeah," she says, twisting her staff in her grip.