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Post by alya karimi on May 23, 2014 1:47:35 GMT
The lords of life, the lords of life,—I saw them pass, In their own guise, Like and unlike
 she had not planned to stay in orlais for long. alya's true destination is weisshaupt, where she was to submit the list of dead ferelden recruits. that, and she was to represent ferelden in the warden-commander's absence. the commander had headed off to take care of a critical situation in the deep roads, and alya cannot help but feel the slightest bit apprehensive about the arrangement. politicking was never her strong suit, but she had faith. that, and wardens were more likely to behave themselves than actual politicians of thedas. not that was a very high standard to be measuring wardens by, but alya will take what she can get. alya never knows what to feel while she's walking around in alienages. it always seemed to be a different sentiment every time, but she never tried to settle on pity for too long. that left a bad taste in her mouth. great mythal, the city elves didn't need a dalish to tell them that their lives kind of sucked. she could have restocked supplies in the center of val royeaux, but the woman did have a basic grasp of how economics worked and preferred to spend her coins at the elven quarter. it didn't come without its...strangeness, however. alya is used to being stared at by the humans, but the sentiments of city elves seemed to be a little different from the usual mild curiosity. children would stop whatever they were doing and stare openly in the street. some adults would bow, even. which was actually one of the reasons alya spent so much time in human taverns before she joined the wardens. there were many of her clan who did not feel as if she were even worthy of her blood writing, and being treated with reverence for being what she is -- alya does not think that she will ever fully get used to it. being a warden was different. she chose the wardens and was found worthy through trials and tribulations. alya decides to pretend that the alienage elves here are merely admiring her warden armor and heraldry. it is a pretty spiffy piece of work. alya looks around the alienage market and decides that she could really do with an insider's opinion. she pulls a random marketgoer out of the crowd and asks: "heeey, d'you know who sells the tastiest salt chews around here?" for some reason, alya could only find them in alienages, and she never did figure out how to recreate them herself. Maeve Flynn LAIKA OF GS! |
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“ waste of time or waste of fear? ”
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Post by Maeve Flynn on May 30, 2014 9:00:21 GMT
Maeve had thought she had actually been subtle about following the Warden through the alienage, especially considering that just about everyone else had had eyes on her as well. Her heart was almost aflutter, really, and she didn’t care at all that she looked like some wide eyed noble’s daughter. She had so many questions she wanted to ask, not that a great Warden would actually give her the time of day, of course! Nevertheless, she found herself forgetting that she was supposed to be wandering home. Then, the warden pulled her from the rest of the crowd, and she almost startled. Perhaps it wouldn’t have seemed as all of a sudden had she not been daydreaming, yet still there was a clawing reminder that she was not alone, that she had no space to herself. Mixed with the still remaining excitement over who she was realizing had grabbed her and the inclination to actually be useful to this person, she, well. While she knew the answer to the question, the information didn’t quite make it as Maeve had intended. ”Are you really a Grey Warden?” She paused, heat rising to her face and ears, ”I mean, I always knew elves could be Wardens, I’ve just never seen one personally before!” Another pause, ”Oh no, that was rude, wasn’t it?” The color drained from her face, a nervousness settling into her fingers and stomach. alya karimicoded by electric of gangnam style |
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Post by alya karimi on May 30, 2014 16:24:28 GMT
The lords of life, the lords of life,—I saw them pass, In their own guise, Like and unlike
alya almost sighs. of course no one in thedas would be interested in discussing delicious snacks with a grey warden. maybe she should have expected it by now. if it wasn't about a gang of bandits skulking about that alya ends up getting rid of, then it was about selling her a new sword. at least the girl isn't actually trying for either. "heh, trust me when i say that nobody would dare to pretend to be the warden-constable of ferelden. i've pissed off way too many important people for that to be a smart idea" she laughs, although it has become a sober laugh ever since meeting the slaver on the imperial highway. "no, no you're fine! honestly, i'm just glad that i haven't been run off yet. the last orlesian that i met hadn't...been too welcoming of a doglord." her personality did rub him the wrong way, but she's pretty sure no orlesian could have resisted a barb anyway. Maeve Flynn LAIKA OF GS! |
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