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[arcaneadvisor]

She has no such bone in her whole body. I know what she is. I know what sort of threat a creature such a she poses to this world.

[If her hand shakes when she writes that, she does well to hide it. She has spent a lifetime this way; Flemeth is always the shadow and the sculptor, and Morrigan might never be free of a thing under her skin like this, but she will do her best never to show it, now when she would rise like a lion to keep her son safe from that woman.

When she would do better, no matter the cost to herself.]

To some, tis a game. To others...likely something much darker. The version I have heard of involves a pair of hardened leather leggings with tiny nails driven into the insides. A captive is forced into them. They are made to run whilst the Dalish give chase after a count of one hundred is given, their hands lashed behind them. Twas a Dalish now gone that told me such a tale, and I had heard such from humans but believed it to be some of the darker stories told of them. To hear the truth of it from one of their own was as unsettling as it was unsurprising.

[rowancrowned]

I see.

[ her handwriting is flawless. he notes no tremor. ]

And this elf, did they speak of it as something they had seen done, by kin? Or only as a story.

[arcaneadvisor]

His clan carried it out. Twas why I was surprised as I was, I could not imagine the man I knew - outlandish hardly begins to describe it - in the face of that.

Though he did leave his clan long ago, and call him traitor for doing so. But the Dalish do not always wish to remember that their stories have teeth even when they set the Dread Wolf outside their camps.

[Like any time Andruil had zero chill.]

[rowancrowned]

A great deal of teeth, it seems.

Why is it the elves who have drawn your interest? Only for the Empire that once was? You would be able to look at the ancient Tevenes and go back nearly as far in history. Why not the origin of your own people?

[arcaneadvisor]

The elves were first in Thedas. They had magic far beyond anything we can dream of now. Tevinter built itself upon what it sank and what it stole. Do you imagine I would be welcome there simply for being human as they are? If Tevinter knew anything of what it stole then their war with the Qunari would have been over and decided long ago, and our history very different I imagine.

I know only my mother. Nothing more. I grew up in the Korcari Wilds with only she and I, my forays into a civilised world that forgets itself and the Chasind were they not apt to flee should they think Flemeth close behind me then. That is my people, nothing more.

[rowancrowned]

And yet you remain curious. Do you seek to better yourself with the information you hope to find? Do you seek to stop your mother's plans, whatever they may be?

Gwenaelle seems very fond of you. Fonder than she is of me. I suspect she would call herself one of yours.

[arcaneadvisor]

If my mother has plans, more than myself and whatever I find will be required. You would do well to remember that. I seek as I have said to stop the world from becoming mundane, that must suffice I am afraid.

Why would she not? I know what it is to be a young woman making my way in a world that would seek to bind me. I am curious, however, as to what you mean by 'one of yours'.

[rowancrowned]

Have no fear. My cousin and I understand. If you are in need of aid, and our goals align, we will come when called.

[ it was just kind of a Thing you did as one of the quendi. no biggie. ]

Your mother is your mother in name only, you had no choice in being of your line. You chose our mutual friend, I suspect, but she is kin to you despite having none of your blood.