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We were in the middle of something.

[You were. And it can wait!]

That does not mean that it should, my lady Mundane.

[OH, HUSH. Try to have some fun-- you used to like fun!]

And still I do. In fact, I believe I was about to engage in quite a lot of it.

[Warden that cave was infested with spiders, there were no Griffons inside.]

YOU DO NOT KNOW THAT.

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Problems?

I would like to say there are, but I've been having quite a bit of fun, actually. So it would be unkind of me to complain much.

[So she smiles instead.]

Andaran atish’an, Mahariel. How is your Mundane treating you this fine evening?

That's good to hear.

[Seems surprised to hear Dalish. And pleased that it isn't butchered]

Ma serannas, Falon. She's going through reconstructing my history for a comm. Bringing up sad memories with the discovery that my first crush knows me to be dead, and has moved on, being from later years.

[Velanna would have set her on fire if it weren't as perfect as possible.]

A quick process, I hope, for your sake and theirs.

As do I. though, that is likely the easy part. The difficult would be in actually seeing Merrill again. The pain she would go through.

And the happiness you would both have by being together once more.

Things may not be always sweet, Mahariel. But they also don't need to be all sour.

Hmm, there is that, I suppose.

We Dalish do tend to look on the downside of things, don't we?

Perhaps. But you have your reasons.

Still, I would have you looking for the bright side of things with more care; this opportunity you are being given is very precious.

Yet, that does not mean that we should stay as such. A river with no current never flows anywhere.

That is true.

[She bows a little.] Your words as well.

I feel happy for you, Mahariel.

[Shrugs] Something I heard Paivel say once, I think, when he was telling of the fall of the Dales.

And I you, Ma vhenan.

He seems a very wise man.

[She smiles.] Is your Merrill the only one from home to wait for you over there?

He is. I could listen to his stories for hours.

She is. there appears to be a different version of me testing in the sandbox, though I've got the reserve. I... do not like that version of me.

That sounds... troublesome. I'm glad to know that you're ahead of her for now.

Indeed.

Mun is full of squee right now, being in contact with Merrill mun to hash out backgrounds. Could be the nachos, though think the former.

Could be both. Nachos are delicious.

Certainly batter than the fare we had traveling. Alistair's lamb whatever? Come to think of it, where did he get a lamb from?

... It wasn't lamb.

I knew it! Where is that blighter at? I'll kill him, I don't bloody care if he is heir to the throne.

Please don't. Anora needs him.

Anora?

Oh, right. Different universes or whatever.

... Yes.

So, please, spare my king.

Alright.

I shall do as requested. Course, if he is actually king now, I don't think I could actually get that close to him.

For some reason I have trouble believing that. But I appreciate your consideration, sister.

We... had our disagreements. I was inquisitive, wanting to learn more about humans. He... mistook my interest. Rather embarrassing. And when it came time for the final blow, he insisted it be him. But I, knowing he was needed as king, took the blow. He wouldn't listen to reason. I had to employ alternative means.

... I loved him. But still, I couldn't... I had every confidence in Anora's ability to rule, but I feared... [So many things.] The nobility needed to be appeased to maintain the country whole. A marriage provided the most sensible solution.

... But I could not be brave like you. I still wanted... I just wanted.

At least you had a chance at love, Falon. Do not forget that which you have, no matter how small or painful. Hold on to it forever. I never had a full chance, but I treasure each moment I shared with Merrill. [Never considered herself brave. Brave people did what they wanted, stood up for themselves. They didn't run around doing 57 favors for one person to get their support that was due anyways.]

I loved him poorly. He would have been happier if only had I denied him. [...] But I can't even regret it properly. He made me so very happy.

[A watery smile is still a smile. At least, she tries to make it so.]

Then she was truly blessed.

[Too much awwww moment. Lyna can only reach over and hug her]

[She won't even try to resist it, hugs now come so rarely for her.

She laughs a little.] I'm sorry, I don't usually... this rarely happens.

No need to apologize. Ir abelas, ma vhenan.

Ma serannas, Mahariel of the Grey. [She gives you a little squeeze before letting go.] May the Dread Wolf never catch your scent.

{Tries to think of similar human saying, though, sadly none comes to mind. Given her practice of the Dalish tongue, perhaps she would love some of the culture as well.]

Swiftly do stars burn a path across the sky,
Hast'ning to place one last kiss upon your eye.
Tenderly land enfolds you in slumber,
Softening the rolling thunder.
Dagger now sheathed, bow no longer tense.
During this, your last hour, only silence.

[She isn't certain she gives it the justice that Paivel could, though she feels certain that come the right time, the other will know.]

[Her eyes soften. Yes, she is more than content with this gift.]

In uthenera na revas. Thank you, Lyna.

[In uthenera na revas. Yes, that is quite fitting, given the new chance she'd been given.]

And you as well, Seren.

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