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She deserves them.

[Plenty of people who don't have too many, far too many deserving of them go without but some things you know in your bones.]

And y'know I don't think anyone does that lightly? Someone watches it that's bigger than you or that's the idea, the Stone is a load of rot, Dalish got theirs locked away, the Maker shuns everyone but the Avvar ones all real and living watch. Or just doing it. Being willing to do it.

[Almost wistful, same as when he talks about even mountains being whittled down. Willing to take his word on the Stone thing?]

Perhaps we should all go be Avvar.

[ everyone cries out, and no one listens, until someone does.

and this sticks in his mouth like a child who stuffs themselves with toffee and tries to speak, but yngvi is gwen's, and that makes him thranduil's now, if only a little too ].

Is someone minding you? It is cold.

[ wear your boots. keep warm. ]

They remember the world being young. You'd like them. The spirits are there, and it's…it's not like when mages here do things with them, they love them. Respect them. Even when a whole forest is burnt away to nothing for the new one to sprout up, some spirit will know about it to tell an augur and his apprentices about it to tell the hold.

[If Yngvi had to pick a thing to be that sounded like faith--

It's not so bad. Piecemeal. That's what all this is, this having that he has between where the Boneflayers are and Kirkwall now.]

Wren left her really big dog here [the way someone tries to sound annoyed but can't, what a good dog] and there's lots of blankets now thanks. Me and the nugs and a dog and a goose. Stole some tea too.

[Not drinking. Being better about things. Less to worry about.]

I was among them several months ago, I found them to be good Men. It is important that they remember. It is a large measure of what makes them good.

[ yngvi cannot see, and it does not last, but his eyes soften. this one is so gently earnest. he is many things thranduil has never seen a dwarf be, often right next to things he is. but on this, this kindness, this childishness--

he is an elf. they are fond of the young of any race by design. ]

What sort of tea?

If you ever go to Honey Badger Hold, go meet their Augur or at least Aura. You'd be able to talk for hours, she's got a spirit friend now.

[Her letters are strange little things when he gets them, probably the same as whenever she mentions she's written to his lady but she's happy. Healthy. Whole. What more can you ask for these days?]

An Orlesian one, dark red so I think they put berries in it. Smells all wintery and spiced. Mulled wine without the wine.

[ yngvi that's the best part-- ]

I shall. I would like to hear about her friend.

You will come find me if you need anything.

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