[ And here, the hurt is real. Solas knows, first hand, and he moves, stepping away from Thranduil's side, feeling a weight in his chest that makes him feel prickled and unsure. This should not be the thing that makes the Dalish listen; they should have been capable before. They should not have been ignorant.
He is fuming. Bitter. Frustrated with their refusals, with their inability to see the truth bared in front of them.
Turning away, Solas breathes. ]
They call me 'flat-ear', they shun me, turn me from their camps, but the word of a human woman will be enough to sway them? All whilst they summon me to take their enemies?
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[ And here, the hurt is real. Solas knows, first hand, and he moves, stepping away from Thranduil's side, feeling a weight in his chest that makes him feel prickled and unsure. This should not be the thing that makes the Dalish listen; they should have been capable before. They should not have been ignorant.
He is fuming. Bitter. Frustrated with their refusals, with their inability to see the truth bared in front of them.
Turning away, Solas breathes. ]
They call me 'flat-ear', they shun me, turn me from their camps, but the word of a human woman will be enough to sway them? All whilst they summon me to take their enemies?
[ Ugh. ]