Player Plot: The Arlathvhen

[writteninblood]

WHO: A big pack of elfs
WHAT: The Arlathvhen
WHEN: Vaguely Solace
WHERE: A Secret Elven Location
NOTES: OOC Plotting post here, and a special thanks to Ema for the header image

In the ordinary course of life, Dalish clans rarely encounter each other. This isolation is a protection; their diaspora is as much of a blessing as is a curse. Only once every decade or so do the Dalish clans all meet together, and their Keepers, the elders and leaders of the People, who are responsible in keeping elven lore and magic alive, will meet together and exchange knowledge in a meeting called the Arlathvhen. During such a time, the clans will recall and record any lore they have relearned since the past meeting, they will exchange goods, people, knowledge, news, and culture, along with reiterating what lore they know already to keep their traditions as accurate and alive as possible.


Today is the day.

Comments

[dirth]

The laughter doesn't phase Solas, who simply sits and waits for her giggles to be done with. He's been laughed at before, but at least this is a kindly, childish laughter, something that does nothing to pinch at his ego nor his pride to make him feel as though he has to be as vicious in return.

"I am not a member of any clan, so I cannot be banished." He shakes his head, smiling gently. "I am from the Inquisition, not the Dalish. There is no secret to it - this is simply the quietest place I could find."

[writteninblood]

"Oh I see, that's why you're all naked!" She says it with great enthusiasm, and only then seems to remember herself, and shrinks back with an ashamed little oh, "I'm sorry, that was mean. I only meant, your face."

Which was, of course, like Lamael's own, quite bare of ink.

"What's it like, in the cities?"

[dirth]

"I am not naked. I would not wear vallaslin even if I was part of a clan." Solas isn't offended - this one is a child and doesn't know better, speaks before their thoughts have settled in their mind. It's not something that they can be shamed of, especially when they are being curious.

Solas appreciates curiosity.

"I am not a city elf either."