OPEN

[deceivingly]

WHO: Yevdokiya an Waslyna O Bearhold, Tiffany Hart, Matthias, maybe my other characters + YOU
WHAT: a humble open log
WHEN: Fantasy March
WHERE: the Gallows, Kirkwall, the Wounded Coast
NOTES: bath nudity, butchering a seagull, nothing worse atm

Comments

[fairforce]

No substance indeed. Tiffany again marks that without comment. She doesn't mind being the one who talks more. Given the patter of earlier conversation, she hadn't thought she would need to be that one.

"We're preferred to be. I think that's a nearly impossible task. Better if you acknowledge the chance for bias so you can work against it. If you ignore it, it will only get the better of you. And," she smiles a little, thinking of the Ruswold, "we wouldn't be who we are if we didn't come from somewhere--for better, or for worse."

Room for indifference is also left there.

a month and a half later, sure

[bouchonne]

"Dreadfully wise," he says, with a little quirk of his lip. "Both parts. So what parts of you are Fereldan, do you think? Do you prefer a quick execution to letting someone sit in jail? I know that's one of the things I don't understand up here. So much time and energy spent feeding prisoners."

who cares, not me

[fairforce]

Tiffany maintains her composure. Inwardly, she's blinking rapidly. Sorry? Where is this going?

"A quick execution," she answers, measured, "if I'm asked to choose. And then only after a fair consideration of the situation and a fair and thorough investigation. Is there some situation I should know about?"

[bouchonne]

"Hm," he says, lifting an eyebrow. "You're rather new around here. Seeker or not, I'm not sure we'd put a decision regarding execution in your hands."