Anger rises in Beleth's throat, like burning hot bile that threatens to pour out of her mouth as hateful words. For a moment, she silently stares in cold fury, not even decide where to begin--How dare Ellana speak of her mother in such a way. But, also. How dare Ellana act like she was the only one who felt like she had disappointed Deheune? That she had been slighted more? But the latter were things that Beleth could barely allow herself to think, let alone voice to someone like Ellana, so all the bitterness from that was just repacked for the former issue.
When Beleth speaks, her voice is quiet, but trembling with barely restrained anger.
"My mother risked the safety of the entire clan for you, Ellana, or did you think that if any Templars found you, that they would kill you and leave the rest of us alone? That they wouldn't kill the rest of the clan, my mother, my brother? Or were you so obsessed with your own selfish desires, and what you had to sacrifice, that you never bothered to consider what we were risking, to allow you to stay with a clan that you knew?" Her voice rises as she does, standing up, hands balled into fists. "I would have been honored to be taught even what you were, and I would have been glad to trade it for staying behind! Because I would be grateful! Not just playing graciousness, and throwing a tantrum when I didn't get something I never asked for! Did you ever think that my mother had you stay here because she thought that it's what would make you happy, and if you had just told her what would make you happy, that she would have done that, instead? She is the best Keeper any Dalish could ask for--The best mother--" Crying when you get really, and truly angry is kind of embarrassing, but that had never stopped Beleth's tears before, and they came now--spilling out of her eyes, burning hot, just like the rest of her.
"I think," She choked out, voice lower again, but with just as much vitriol, "That perhaps it is a good thing after all, that you don't want to be Keeper. Because you would make a terrible one. I wish you and Felix the best." And with that, she spins around, starting towards the stairs.
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When Beleth speaks, her voice is quiet, but trembling with barely restrained anger.
"My mother risked the safety of the entire clan for you, Ellana, or did you think that if any Templars found you, that they would kill you and leave the rest of us alone? That they wouldn't kill the rest of the clan, my mother, my brother? Or were you so obsessed with your own selfish desires, and what you had to sacrifice, that you never bothered to consider what we were risking, to allow you to stay with a clan that you knew?" Her voice rises as she does, standing up, hands balled into fists. "I would have been honored to be taught even what you were, and I would have been glad to trade it for staying behind! Because I would be grateful! Not just playing graciousness, and throwing a tantrum when I didn't get something I never asked for! Did you ever think that my mother had you stay here because she thought that it's what would make you happy, and if you had just told her what would make you happy, that she would have done that, instead? She is the best Keeper any Dalish could ask for--The best mother--" Crying when you get really, and truly angry is kind of embarrassing, but that had never stopped Beleth's tears before, and they came now--spilling out of her eyes, burning hot, just like the rest of her.
"I think," She choked out, voice lower again, but with just as much vitriol, "That perhaps it is a good thing after all, that you don't want to be Keeper. Because you would make a terrible one. I wish you and Felix the best." And with that, she spins around, starting towards the stairs.