[Would this be easier if Thedas were her home, if certain truths could be more easily accepted as part of the fabric of life? Perhaps. Perhaps not. It might always be a part of her nature to hold them up to the light critically from each and every angle to see how it bends and twists through it.]
Things like that aren't possible where I come from unless a person injures themselves dramatically or old age takes them. [Araceli says it quietly but it's to remind Korrin: this is not my home, I need to know what I can.] Are there not other races who are a part of the Qun in some shape? He's young but he stands out. An elf, better yet a human? No one looks too long at them compared to someone grey with horns, at least a head taller than someone else their age and more. [Since it's just her and Korrin, she does give in and rub her face, lips pursed in irritation not at Korrin but at the grander scheme of things. None of this is good and of course she's worried and upset but one of the two of them has to try to keep a level head and that'll be her.
Especially if anything goes from bad to worse.]
You're trusting a spirit. [Araceli just. She lets it sit. There are things she believes in, trusts in, holds dear to her heart but spirits walk an uneasy line sometimes when no one can give her a satisfactory answer to questions about them. Steadily creeping closer to two years in Thedas and still she won't let someone heal her with magic lest it change her too greatly, the thought of working so closely with spirits doesn't thrill her.] Does he know Kas? There's a lot of pain in Kirkwall, a lot of it old and we all arrived and started poking and clawing at it all again.
Stop, what do you mean he'd do anything to keep his cover? You have to be very sure and have at least a solid back-up plan, Sam and Taashath are close, no? Anything to keep his cover is already putting at least four people in the line of fire. [Spirits she doesn't know don't count.] I care about him but I love you, sirena, you need to tell me what that part means.
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Things like that aren't possible where I come from unless a person injures themselves dramatically or old age takes them. [Araceli says it quietly but it's to remind Korrin: this is not my home, I need to know what I can.] Are there not other races who are a part of the Qun in some shape? He's young but he stands out. An elf, better yet a human? No one looks too long at them compared to someone grey with horns, at least a head taller than someone else their age and more. [Since it's just her and Korrin, she does give in and rub her face, lips pursed in irritation not at Korrin but at the grander scheme of things. None of this is good and of course she's worried and upset but one of the two of them has to try to keep a level head and that'll be her.
Especially if anything goes from bad to worse.]
You're trusting a spirit. [Araceli just. She lets it sit. There are things she believes in, trusts in, holds dear to her heart but spirits walk an uneasy line sometimes when no one can give her a satisfactory answer to questions about them. Steadily creeping closer to two years in Thedas and still she won't let someone heal her with magic lest it change her too greatly, the thought of working so closely with spirits doesn't thrill her.] Does he know Kas? There's a lot of pain in Kirkwall, a lot of it old and we all arrived and started poking and clawing at it all again.
Stop, what do you mean he'd do anything to keep his cover? You have to be very sure and have at least a solid back-up plan, Sam and Taashath are close, no? Anything to keep his cover is already putting at least four people in the line of fire. [Spirits she doesn't know don't count.] I care about him but I love you, sirena, you need to tell me what that part means.