It's frustrating. My people are better than this. We can learn and help others with the knowledge we have. We can be more inclusive, more accepting. But we become just like the people we hate by pretending we are better.
[ She has seen it, time and time again. When she went to the Exalted Plains and met the Dalish there, they would not trust her because she worked with humans. How, then, will her clan treat her when she returns to them after being Inquisitor?
She already knows the answer. She just doesn't want to accept it. ]
They sound like Templars: warriors leashed by the Chantry, the church, who hunt down mages and try to lock them up...or, more likely, kill them.
[ Sounds like asshole Templars. She brings over the kettle and sets it down on the table. Fetching two glasses, she pulls off her scarf and dusts them off, cleaning them with frost and heat in her hands. She does not pour just yet, wanting the tea to steep a bit longer. ]
Are you an arbiter of magic, Outsider? Do you give the people their power or does it manifest for them naturally?
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[ She has seen it, time and time again. When she went to the Exalted Plains and met the Dalish there, they would not trust her because she worked with humans. How, then, will her clan treat her when she returns to them after being Inquisitor?
She already knows the answer. She just doesn't want to accept it. ]
They sound like Templars: warriors leashed by the Chantry, the church, who hunt down mages and try to lock them up...or, more likely, kill them.
[ Sounds like asshole Templars. She brings over the kettle and sets it down on the table. Fetching two glasses, she pulls off her scarf and dusts them off, cleaning them with frost and heat in her hands. She does not pour just yet, wanting the tea to steep a bit longer. ]
Are you an arbiter of magic, Outsider? Do you give the people their power or does it manifest for them naturally?