open & not.

[spellshatter]

WHO: Alistair, Jehan, Kostos, Silas, you?????
WHAT: Open post for Silas, catch-all for everyone else.
WHEN: Throughout Cloudreach 9:44
WHERE: Mostly the Gallows probably
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[byblow]

Alistair loops the scarf around his head until he looks like a peasant woman, because why not, and braces his arms to lean back at a slight angle and support both of their weight. The elbow only briefly jeopardizes that balancing.

"What's that?" he asks.

Is he supposed to know? Probably not. If the Dalish wanted him to know what words meant they would probably publish helpful pamphlets or something.

[arlathvhen]

“You look ridiculous,” She informs him, fairly sure he's already aware of that, but quite willing to tell him, anyway.

“Oh, sorry—" She might have not bothered if it weren't Alistair, but as it was, in fact, Alistair, she goes on. “Arlathvhen is a gathering of all the clans, that takes place every ten years. It's incredibly important to the Dalish, it's how we keep up to date on our knowledge, check our lore against others to make sure they haven't strayed from the the original. It’s also just a good time to see people from other clans, thus my father.”

She waves a hand vaguely. “I certainly have no intention of wasting my time there looking for him, though. Dealing with my mother trying to set me up will be more than enough family drama, I’m sure.”

[byblow]

"Family," Alistair says, with sage scorn, like he is very wise and thus very qualified to think something is stupid. The scarf probably helps. Definitely helps. He definitely looks wiser in this scarf, and he doesn't care what Beleth thinks. "Have you considered not having one?"

[arlathvhen]

"No." It’s said with a quiet certainty. "As much as they drive me crazy, they’re my family. I need them, and they need me. And what would I have—what would I be without them?" She sighs, and offers up a shrug.

"It’s the same with the clan as a whole. Leaving them seems like it would be...so lonely. And I’d loose a part of who I am." She’s Dalish. She’s an Ashara. They are two major parts of her identity, and many of her desires and plans revolve around them. What would be left, were it to be stripped away?

"...My father doesn’t count as a part of any of that, though. He’s gone."