CLOSED - Inuition, deja vu, the Holy Ghost haunting you

[mythalenaste]

WHO: Pel and Sina, possibly Salem later
WHAT: Pel has run out of bottles. Metaphorical, emotional bottles. She and Sina talk.
WHEN: Early Haring
WHERE: Skyhold's library
NOTES: Will update.

Pel and Sina have been going through responses from the clans and compiling all the information for hours now, and horribly, it isn't yielding all that much. As many letters as she sent out, only a fraction of the clans have responded so far. Does nobody care? Is she invisible? Would the majority of the Dalish really rather mourn their stolen history than recover it?

After some time, she shoves her work aside and buries her face in her hands, tears of frustration building up.

Comments

[mythalenaste]

"If we find answers," Pel says quietly, "if the elves have their own history, it will make it harder for the shemlen to dismiss us. When we were conquered, first by Tevinter and then by Orlais, the first thing they did was suppress our history and culture so we wouldn't seem like people anymore. That's what we're bringing back. More than tradition, we're bringing back our legitimacy. You'll do that with me?"

[eolasemah]

Sina nodded silently, her expression unusually intense. Despite their age difference, she felt now that she was addressing Pel not as a mentor, but as a peer.

"Yes," she said, and felt no need to qualify the response with further detail. If anything, she was surprised Pel hadn't asked her sooner.

[mythalenaste]

A real smile, nay, a grin. Pel stands and moves to wrap Sina up in a hug.

[eolasemah]

A quick inhale of breath indicated that Sina wasn't terribly used to hugging, but she gave in after a moment. Her thin arms wrapped around Pel and held her close, the thrum of her mark lightly vibrating through Pel's chest as well.

[mythalenaste]

A light squeeze, and Pel releases her. The vibration reminded her how very delicate a creature she is working with.

"Why don't we celebrate with a drink and a meal? A proper one. I'll buy both, I've some profits from a recent hunting trip."

[eolasemah]

The conversation had rubbed Sina raw, and she felt a decade older than she was when Pel released her. Her choice wasn't between home and family, and answers: it was between answers or death. She longed for her clan, even moreso now that they had so openly discussed leaving them behind.

"..all right," she said, with a faint smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, "I suppose we could both use a break."