I came to Riftwatch with a friend from Val Royeaux. We were associated, for a time, with the Freemen of the Dales, but we were intercepted by Inquisition agents while making a lyrium delivery, and... it was the excuse I needed.
[A strand of hair is tucked carefully behind one pointed ear.]
After all their pains to establish themselves as separate from and against the War of the Lions, they re-entered it in opposition to both sides. I had no stomach left for it.
[She looks down at her wine as she swirls it gently, some of the light leaving her eyes.]
Even in a dream where it may be that we made ourselves out of the pieces of ourselves we think ugliest for the enjoyment of some demon you were not like him.
What was it, in this dream, that caused you to capture me.
Some sort of resentment, deep down. I ought to have known that you weren't really involved with any grand force for elven liberation. I likely did know, in truth.
[ He can't quite meet her eyes, despite her command. ]
[Meeting his eyes, she nods. Though her gaze is not exhausted, per se, Fifi has the overall look of someone who has spent a lifetime concealing her true opinions for the sake of survival.]
[ She nods slightly, strokes his cheek again. Then closes her eyes for a moment to put herself together carefully so she can speak the next without shuddering at it. Looks at him again. ]
You know well enough what Rolant does to helpless women who have done nothing. What do you think he would have done to one who had done him the injuries I had done you.
Athessa crosses her arms over the back of the chair, leaning on it as she looks at Byerly. Her expression is one of consideration, the line of her mouth tucked towards one cheek.
"Well, alright," she concedes after a moment, clucking her tongue against the back of her teeth. "I forgave you for it already so he's got nothing to be displeased about, anyway."
[ And for what it's worth, that seems very genuine. ]
The civil war was truly a blight. The Duke and the Empress both acted unconscionably in their hunger for power. And it was Orlais that suffered for it.
[ He lets out a soft breath. Now, he raises his eyes to hers. ]
It is the same fear. You say that loving me makes you afraid, but what you're afraid of is a fear of your own vulnerability. That you could be hurt again by someone you trust.
[ By me. He hesitates, then, and admits: ]
I could not even think to compare, but - Leander terrifies me, and I know that some part of it is that he's like Richars. That some part of it is the shadow of another man. These things stay with you.
I auditioned for the opera ballet, when I first arrived. I was...
[Self-consciousness hits her, and her eyes lower.]
...foolish. Elves have been known to make it there, but a select few, who have been training under the masters their whole lives, brought up to do only that. I came from the countryside. I was a shepherdess with a bit of dance knowledge.
[The strand of hair has fallen forward, and she tucks it behind her ear again.]
My husband's brother painted the backdrops for the theatre near the alienage, and was able to secure us cheap seats there sometimes. I think that's the closest I've been to grandeur.
[This yields a fond smile, despite the bitterness of the conversation.]
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