set your heart against the scales, keep your head above the tide

[dashing]

WHO: Ambassador Amsel & others
WHAT: a Herian catch-all
WHEN: through the month
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: closed and open starters to be added through the month, I have a hideous cold atm and am even more forgetful than usual, so if we have discussed something and I've neglected to follow up or set something up, please don't hesitate to contact me.

Comments

[elegiaque]

( the likelihood of being able to sell that to anyone who's actually met a lot of the rifters—

well, it's not out of the question. she's aware of thranduil's own machinations toward that end, had thought araceli's speculation on the maker's third children might be worth pursuing. it's a balancing act, but what isn't? )

Araceli was talking about her thoughts on that particular subject. I think it's worth pursuing, certainly; if we can play a shell game with which rifters are most visible to the people who need it sold to them, it might even work. They called Trevelyan the herald of Andraste, but who's to say what it is she heralded, exactly? It's rifters and a handful of the rest of us bearing the shards of her anchor, nowadays.

( the conversation she'd had with morrigan, about stories. about how a god is made. she could draw a line between the two, but the thought is unformed, a feeling. )

Most people who need to believe will never meet them.

[dashing]

Most, but... we cannot control who meets who, and what might become visible. If it were to backfire in the long term, the repercussions could be severe.

( And yet she is not eager to turn her back on it so easily. )

I think... kernels of truth in it will be far more effective than... outright constructions. ( A little sigh. )

[elegiaque]

Obviously, ( slightly bemused, after a pause. ) Isn't that what we're talking about?

You concentrate it on the ones we can tell the truth about, and manage it the best we can. If you want a solution that's going to make every shrieking idiot palatable without repercussion, you'll never find one.

[dashing]

Yes, and you are entirely correct.

( Herian is just Brooding, as she does. ) I— I feel I cannot leave any rock unturned. Cross examination is for the sake of settling on the best idea, rather than the perfect one.

( She wonders, sometimes, if some part of her fractured in the Anderfels, in the Spire, in all these different places and times, and slowly she has grown less and less capable of retaining reason thought. )

A cause for celebration and excitement might be the best banner of all, but I know not what that opportunity might be. Something... unifying.

( Like a bake sale. She has no idea. )

[elegiaque]

( pulling a face- )

If it hadn't all gone to pot at the end, the tourney had promise. A rifter champion and all.

( not that she's at all biased in iorveth's favor, generally. she shakes her head; )

It's hard to sell celebration, under the circumstances.

[dashing]

( Herian huffs out something that could be a laugh. Not a laugh on most people, but a laugh on Herian, because these things need to be scaled. )

If only we could orchestrate a wedding. Those seem to inspire excitement among many.

[elegiaque]

( oh, and that's a genuine grimace, that: )

You've been talking to Thranduil.

( safe bet. )

ah i thought i posted this hours ago

[dashing]

( She looks abruptly, sincerely perplexed. )

What?

[elegiaque]

( a pause, parsing that - how clearly herian doesn't know what she's talking about - and she shakes it off, shrugging; )

Nevermind.

( if the negotiations go the wrong way, it won't matter. not, of course, that she hopes for phylacteries, but it would be one silver lining. as public relations efforts go, it's as clever as it is violently unappealing. )

Either we succeed or we all die, right.