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[foxsays]

[There's a lot to be said for anyone a good couple of years removed from where they came from, forced to live by another set of rules or not at all (or, that should be how it goes, clearly there's the great grey gulf of a third option so many fall into or this conversation needn't happen.)

Whatever comes of it, comes of it, and if Araceli doesn't walk away as just a well-spoken thief doing well for herself to another then she can live with that.]

The advisors in Skyhold are those who still lead the Inquisition, and two of them were hands of the late Divine, Justinia. Sister Nightingale's lessons is someone unafraid to move when she must [Efficiency is crucial in a war, Araceli and Silencing them is the most effective option. The quiet severity of Leliana's voice in that moment, a lesson imparted to a girl under instruction.]

Right now, we swallow whatever there is. Let go of the anger and outrage in public. All of us compare to what we knew, but we can't draw lines down it unless it's together, for us as an Inquisition to say that conditions are unacceptable. Without a united front they'll find a way to set us all arguing amongst ourselves or making concessions within concessions; it goes hand-in-hand, the birthplace of the Game and the Chantry, growing up side by side, holding hands.

For starters: we aren't entitled to being treated differently, I was angry when I arrived, I didn't appreciate the suspicion, the hostility, but this is it for us. We show that we understand we are part of this world, beneath the banner of the Inquisition that follows a mandate set out by the late Divine. That the laws of Thedas won't be ignored by us because we think ourselves above them, inconvenient, not subject to them, or whatever reason someone might come up with.

[Araceli's still thinking this through so it's not as considered an answer, some of it too emotional than it should be but that's the point of something like this. Thrash out the argument to the bare bones. See what works. What doesn't. Have someone else give an opinion who'll be honest.]

Our argument can't be the same as a native mage for the destruction of a phylactery that don't exist yet. There's the idea perhaps that we might be serving the Maker's will by our existence, I mean to put that by Herian. What happens if the enemy were to take hold of our phylacteries as opposed to those of any other mage doesn't bear thinking about. I saw what they did firsthand, if we were found, made to open rifts...it's an idea.

[elegiaque]

( the scratch of pen upon parchment; gwenaëlle, bless her little heart, is taking notes. it's that last point that she snags upon, interested: )

Serving the Maker's will by your—

You mean, because of the nature of you. ( the lilt is barely there, but there's a question in it, a prompt. that is a thought that might well be worth pursuing, she thinks; it's the chantry they must appeal to, ultimately. )

[foxsays]

I had a conversation long before the plague that revealed the truth of us with Thranduil. About things I know. Suspicions harboured. Now they're confirmed with our binding that we're the same as the spirits and the Fade so why not put our heads together with that argument? Serving comes in many forms.

[This is hard to talk about. Her heart aches doing it; how many letters went into the sea? A hundred? More? All the things you keep from someone you love because there are worries enough here, you can't share all of them if you expect both of you to be standing.]

If spirits are the Maker's First Children, as the Chant says they are, and if we possess some piece of the Fade within us, if spirits witnessed something that was not what they so often see such as the aftermath of battle, then that makes us a piece of it. Not people from elsewhere. But something now bound to Thedas. No returning unless we disappear. I don't know enough of spirits but whatever happened during that plague near the end, perhaps on some less prolific scale. [Once she did keep track of it, younger, angrier, that they'd disappear and no one gave a shit about it.

Misguided youthful mistakes that she's corrected. Looked to what her future really is, where it lies. Where her heart beats now.] There's a way to do this though I don't know if everyone is going to sit down and stomach that line of thinking. Even if they must. The truth isn't the supper everyone wants, some would rather starve than have it.