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[keenly]

...So an elf did the exact same thing as Andraste and suffered the exact same punishment. It's no wonder I'd never heard of him.

[sulahnan]

Yeah. Andraste promised the freed elven slaves the Dales as their new homeland, and her sons upheld the bargain, but then the Chantry started sending missionaries. Templars, too, when the missionaries were turned away.

[ She tosses her hands in the air, fed-up with this shit, the gesture says.]

[keenly]

And then the Exalted March. Which. Only the Orlesian chantries participated in that, but once it was part of history, the rest of the Chantry had to pretend it was holy instead of just...a land grab.

[sulahnan]

[ She compresses her lips into a straight line and nods. ]

And so the only good elves are city elves because they assimilated, and the ones who didn't surrender are the wild elves that eat children and hang people from the treetops by their ears.

[keenly]

Pretty much.

[Colin takes a sip of the wine he'd poured for them both.]

They always talked about how everyone is equal in the Circle. No class, plenty of elven First Enchanters, even the Grand Enchanter is an elf. But somehow, all the really bad things that happened never happened to people with important families. Just poor people and elves.

[sulahnan]

[ She makes an inarticulate noise of agreement and frustration at the state of things, and then simply lets the mutual distaste for the Chantry sit for a few moments.

Then, she starts giggling to herself, like a fool laughing at her own joke. ]

[keenly]

What?

[sulahnan]

I just thought — [ more snickering ] — I just thought about elves calling humans brother, and about you being my brother, but if anything I'd be Shartan, making you — [ hehehehehehe ] — making you Andraste.

[ add that to the list of potential Satinalia costumes ]

[keenly]

[A snort. A giggle. Then Colin is chuckling along with her.]

That would have made for a very different religion.

[sulahnan]

Very different. But I bet you could pull off the look.

[keenly]

On fire?

[sulahnan]

[ She full-on cackles, and snorts, and waves her hands in front of her face like they might ferry more air into her lungs that way. ]

No, the [ wheeze ] The crown and shit.

[keenly]

[More chuckling.]

No, it would mess up my hair. That's crown enough.

[sulahnan]

Naaah. She wears that...thing. The like...sheet. Over her head, right?

[keenly]

...That's not her hair?

[sulahnan]

Is it?? I thought it was one of those head cloths.

[keenly]

I thought it was her hair because she had no reason to wear one of those head cloths.

Well either way, not covering my hair. I have very nice hair. They said so when they shaved it off at the Circle.

[sulahnan]

Rude of them to shave it off if they thought it was so pretty.

[keenly]

They did it to a lot of apprentices who came in from poor families in case they had lice.

[sulahnan]

Ugh.

[ She looks at him, quite serious despite her stupor. ]

You do have beautiful hair, Colin. It's too powerful, they had to suppress it.

[ Aaand she's laughing again. ]

[keenly]

[And so is he, to the point of having little snorts as he inhales.]

The true source of my magic, [he giggles as he flips it luxuriously.]

[sulahnan]

[ In her giggles, she fumbles for her wine — which she foolishly set on the railing of the balcony — and spills some onto the street below and, by the sounds of it, narrowly missing a passer-by below. ]

Shit— SORRY! [ she calls down, then retreats to sit back in her chair again, giving Colin a yikes face past some more tittering into her glass. ] Whoops.

[ And the next thing that disrupts her drinking is sitting on the journal in her pocket, so she has to shift to take it out and prop it on the arm rest — but it falls to the floor anyway. ]

[keenly]

[It leads Colin to pick it up and hand it to her with a grin.]

[sulahnan]

[ Which in turn reminds her what she's been scribbling down in that journal. She taps it on her forehead like that might impart something from her brain to the pages. ]

I've been trying to remember all the stuff I gotta do when we go bury my clan. Putting it in here. [ This time when she puts it on the arm rest, it stays balanced. ] I'm sure I'm forgetting stuff.

[keenly]

[Colin’s grin diminishes into an uncertain little smile—grinning like a fool isn’t very sensitive when discussing a funeral.]

It seems like I heard there’s an ancient elven burial site on Sundermount. They say you don’t burn your dead.