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

[fortheloveoffalondin]

"If we are the only ones willing to help, then yes, I suppose so. But I really doubt we are the only ones. I know there are interested humans about, even though I really doubt they'd be able to help with anything besides maybe fetching things down off the higher shelves." A joke, but he's starting to calm at least where it comes to the humans around Skyhold. They were dumb, in his eyes, but they had their uses, and none of them had been outright hostile no matter how he might egg them on.

The letter stops turning in his fingers, and he straightens up to read it. "It's marked as Dirthavaren. Keeper Hawen's still there?"

[mythalenaste]

"Katniss knows our history. It's her history as well. I know she'll help."

She peers at the letter. "What's Keeper Hawen say?"

[fortheloveoffalondin]

"I know Katniss. We've...talked." Meaning they'd taken the time to knock eachother about the training ring. It was good, at least.

He walks around the table to take a seat between the two of them, using his thumb to open the letter and flatten out the pages on the table. One of them was a large map of the Exalted Plains, detailed with the location of the clan's camp, and locations of ruins around the Plains.

"He has fragments of our history safe with him. He doesn't seem to trust the Inquisition much, but he's willing to pass on what he knows, I think."

[mythalenaste]

"Did he send drawings?" She doesn't sound hopeful.

If Salem looks at the other pages, he will find careful sketches of each rune.

[fortheloveoffalondin]

The map is moved aside in case it's been opened on top of anything else of import, and his head tilts. If these are the drawings, they are actually quite simple, elegant designs.

"I'm going to need to copy these down," he murmurs, glancing around for spare blank pages that he might be able to use and then paste into his journal later.

[mythalenaste]

Pel looks over at the sketches and brightens immediately.

"Real information. Now I just need translated texts to compare them to." A faint, almost disbelieving laugh. "This is real, Salem. Progress. I...this is amazing."

She spreads the sketches out to look at them side by side.

[fortheloveoffalondin]

"You're absolutely certain these are what we need?" Not that he doubts that they're useful, more that he needs to know for sure before he pulls more books off the shelves to help translate them.