and doesn't immediately answer him. By now, the sound of her not saying the first thing that crosses her mind is not an unfamiliar one; it's very specific. There's a degree of effort that it takes. Somewhere in the back of her head it's Loxley's voice, asking her why she's being such an asshole to people for trying to have ordinary conversations with her, and the seven things she might have said that wouldn't have been cruel to him but wouldn't exactly have been easy listtening wither, unsaid.
And it takes her a minute to come up with something else. Finally:
“Ancient elves were like that, more like the elves that have come here from Faerun or Arda or — Iorveth's continent. Thedosian elves are—”
it's tricky, navigating around for once trying to have any tact, and what she knows and believes to be true, and she frowns.
“Remnants, a Dalish elf and one of elvhenan is like comparing a stray dog and a mabari,” she settles on, so we're going with points for effort and a shaky dismount. “Being elfblooded is nothing. We're indistinguishable from humans in every way— if I'd never been told, there's nothing about me that would have made it possible for me to learn. If I had children, I'm still a dead end, my mother's line ended with me.”
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and doesn't immediately answer him. By now, the sound of her not saying the first thing that crosses her mind is not an unfamiliar one; it's very specific. There's a degree of effort that it takes. Somewhere in the back of her head it's Loxley's voice, asking her why she's being such an asshole to people for trying to have ordinary conversations with her, and the seven things she might have said that wouldn't have been cruel to him but wouldn't exactly have been easy listtening wither, unsaid.
And it takes her a minute to come up with something else. Finally:
“Ancient elves were like that, more like the elves that have come here from Faerun or Arda or — Iorveth's continent. Thedosian elves are—”
it's tricky, navigating around for once trying to have any tact, and what she knows and believes to be true, and she frowns.
“Remnants, a Dalish elf and one of elvhenan is like comparing a stray dog and a mabari,” she settles on, so we're going with points for effort and a shaky dismount. “Being elfblooded is nothing. We're indistinguishable from humans in every way— if I'd never been told, there's nothing about me that would have made it possible for me to learn. If I had children, I'm still a dead end, my mother's line ended with me.”