⠀⠀a drag path
⠀etched in the surface
⠀as evidence i left there on purpose
⠀a sad sack laying on the surface
⠀can you .ᐣ can you find .ᐣ can you find me .ᐣ
⠀i dug my heels into the gravel as evidence
⠀for you to unravel
“ my people speak of you . the last of the elvhen . a spark that bore the itharel .”
she steps closer , robes of a clan unknown to thedas . markings of an elf that did not wander this land .
“ yet you are here . why ?”
careful steps closer . hand hesitating on the dagger at her side .
she’d known this one . his stories , etched in lethari history from centuries past .
“ fen’harel .”
a brow raises , head turning to glance back at the spires that wind above the horizon .
“ come . i will bring you to shelter . perhaps then you may learn how to return home .”
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he’d never even *heard of these places before, let alone the queen who ruled over the lands. “ i’m from thedas. ”
“ home of the— well, just about anything. humans, elves, dwarves, qunari. ”
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“ you are in ae’thalas . home of the lethari elves and dynasty to the Queen Alyria .”
she tilts her head , searching this stranger .
“ where are you from ?”
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“ a friend of mine used to say like the chess piece. ” he could definitely tell he wasn’t anywhere near home off of the terminology, if not that then just about everything else giving that away. he must admit though, it did +
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“ rook . a piece on the lanceboard .”
she lowers her hand , keeping narrow eyes on him . though she did not understand how he came to be here , she does not yet think he is lying* .
“ you are not from this place at all . are +
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he had gotten lost, not even knowing how he had wandered here, but clearly that wasn’t a correct answer within her terms. knees shaking, he fell onto them soon after, eyes fully wide.
“ i’m lira, or rook if you’d prefer. ”
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“ a little lost ? it should be hardly possible for a city elf to wander upon lethari hollow ground .”
a hand raises , muttered whispers as lira’s knees would buckle under her Command .
“ tell me who you are .”
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eyes flicked to the jewelry for a moment, though his gaze didn’t linger long before raising back to her face. so that’s what this was, a ritual site. “ i didn’t intend to walk somewhere sacred, i just got a little lost. ”
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a tilt of the head , standing upright as she emerges from the line of rubble . hands fold neatly at her front , glints of jewelry catching in the light .
“ you are not lethari . why do you come to our ritual site ?”
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taking a hesitant step forward, eyes would survey his surroundings, finally falling upon them. “ oh — hello .ᐣ ”
he didn’t expect anyone to be out here. wherever exactly *this was.
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⠀⠀a drag path
⠀etched in the surface
⠀as evidence i left there on purpose
⠀a sad sack laying on the surface
⠀can you .ᐣ can you find .ᐣ can you find me .ᐣ
⠀i dug my heels into the gravel as evidence
⠀for you to unravel