Crossing the Crossroads

[arlathvhen]

WHO: Beleth Ashara, Fern Doirnáin, Solas, Thranduil, Fifi Mariette, Galadriel, and Herian Amsel
WHAT: Time to go mess around in the crossroads and stick our fingers in Orlesian politics.
WHEN: Mid-Drakonis
WHERE: Some random small town in the Free Marches
NOTES: None atm!

A small town has requested help from the Inquisition--A roving band of armed soldiers has been seen near the edges of the town, lurking in the woods. They haven't made any moves against the people there, but after the events of Perendale, the residents are nervous. The soldiers clearly aren't from any of the local lords, and must have some reason for being there.

Beleth has taken a small group to first scout the area, to locate, assess, and then deal with the group of soldiers, if possible or necessary.

Comments

[untiltheyarent]

Still being new to the Inquisition and visibly intimidated by the sheer level of elfage happening here, Fifi likes to sit with the others but quietly so, listening and observing and taking her cues from Beleth, whom she considers her superior.
It's quite difficult also not to stare at Galadriel, but Fifi is well-learned in averting her eyes when necessary; however, at the moment, with the older woman being playful, it's more difficult not to smile at her.

"I've played this," Fifi volunteers, "many times. It is not so bad, messere Solas, and certainly not worth crossing the Veil to escape." haha who would do that right

[dashing]

Herian looks, for once, faintly bemused as Galadriel speaks. She is not acquainted with Solas, and she is hesitant to invest too much in reputations. Apostate? That's bad. Elven? That's good.

Being the sole human of the group is not an unfamiliar experience, after growing up in the alienage, after spending so much time in alienages across Orlais and in Kirkwall. It brings a strange, longing ache, the way that it so often does, and the shame in her humanity that never really fades. With that said, never have I ever been an elf would probably be a valid play, but not one she would enjoy making, when her shortcomings are well known to herself, and probably highlight a good deal of other personal flaws to the others of this party. She focuses on the leather armour for a moment, frowning at an area that needs repair.

"I would not have thought you one for such sly tactics," she says to Galadriel, who is... perhaps... the only person on this trip who doesn't consider Herian partly terrible. It's not teasing, but it is— okay, fine, it is teasing but it's teasing in a Herian way, which is hard to detect.

[rowancrowned]

He watches Galadriel and Solas only out of the corner of his eye, only to say ‘oh’ to himself and note to observe closer in the future, because unless he is much mistaken, he has seen her be so only once before. Watching the second time, endowed with all the wisdom of years, will be just as delightful.

If Beleth wants to set the group at ease, familiarize them with one another, then he will help, as much as he is able.

How little Herian knows—but no matter. Galadriel’s secrets are her own, and they will both be better served by her keeping them.

“Come, Solas, please,” he says. “Between the two of us, we might contain her.”

His own nature as a Rifter does leave him exposed.

[dirth]

The gentle touch to the shoulder seems more than enough to calm Solas, and while he still looks a little petulant and just a touch on edge it seems as though he's been well convinced. Breathing out a soft noise, he shifts to make himself comfortable, almost tucking his legs under himself as he settles down. There's no denying that seeing Galadriel with some happiness to colour her has him relaxing, even as he glances over.

"It would not do for me to make the game too easy, I suppose," he admits, before his attention is drawn away to Thranduil. It's interesting to see how easily he fits with these two, he thinks, and how very distant he feels from the Dalish themselves.

Not something to consider now, but for the future...

"We cannot make it so that her victory isn't well earned." Finally, Solas smiles. "I will play."

[arlathvhen]

Beleth doesn't say anything as the others gently poke at Solas, not sure if her attempts to encourage him would do anything but the opposite. Galadriel's interaction with him is the most interesting (worrying) and she takes a moment to look over at Thranduil, raising an eyebrow. Is it her? Is she seeing things??

But, the important thing is that he's agreed. She gives a pleased smile, and a small nod to Herian, yes yes they won't get drunk. Not that they could, if they wanted.

"I'm glad to have you join us, Solas. Though I think you're all underestimating the rest of us." After all, when you don't have millennia to live, you have much less things to do. She decides against pointing that out. "For instance: Never have I ever used magic, or anything that would be analogical to magic."

Here, she gives a small, sly look to Fifi. Neiner neiner, we're so cool.

[dashing]

Herian, in the spirit of begrudging compliance, sips from her water skin.

It's a sip, and it's water, so it's not actually that compliant, but even so. "Never have I ever been a master of spies," comes a somewhat retaliatory murmur.

Does she have a sense of humour, or is she just being difficult? The Herian Amsel story.

[untiltheyarent]

Fifi smirks, from Beleth to Herian, her hands staying where they are.

"Never have I ever traveled with the Inquisition before now," she provides.

[laurenande]

Galadriel laughs as she takes a long drink from her water skin. Her smile wide as the game progresses. She looks over the group and considers them a moment before submitting:

"Never have I had, nor celebrated a birthday."

Technically true. She predates the concept of days pretty soundly.