[OPEN] there is a light that i leave on

[heirring]

WHO: Wysteria, Marcoulf, Flint and OPEN
WHAT: Open post/catch-all/buries myself in top levels
WHEN: Harvestmere
WHERE: Kirkwall and misc
NOTES: Prose or brackets are a-okay. Feel free to hit me up on DM or discord if you want something specific that isn't here. Just posting a wildcard and winging it is awesome too.

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[elegiaque]

“Well, a small piece of shit will stink up the place if you trek it inside, won't it,” is her slightly acerbic assessment of Mythal, who did not do much to endear herself to Gwenaëlle upon first meeting. Or indeed upon second or third thought afterwards.

She's minding what he's doing closely—she can talk and learn at the same time—but what she talks about is clearly something that's weighed on her some.

“It feels like a weakness to me, but I don't know if it's one that anything can be done about.”

[katabasis]

Is that true? There is some shaped part of him that thinks it must be. There's nothing really to be done to ward against the possibility of Dalish gods running amok, weaponizing whoever they might care to for the sake of some goal or want that may be as difficult to parse as their identities are. It should be easy to agree on the futility of it.

But--

He studies the hack of the sea before them, the rocky edge of the coastline to windward. "When you met Mythal - how did they seem?"