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Oct. 21st, 2015 01:34 pm
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(Galadriel is fairly used to getting mail but she'll be a bit shocked to receive any in Thedas. For any notes, missives, letters, or other communications.)
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Date: 2018-05-13 09:00 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] aenseidhe
[ Galadriel's charm and lightness inspires a kind of simple joy, and Iorveth smiles, soft laughter following it, that might have been embarrassed for being so serious if he were the kind to easily feel shame. Which he isn't. From the way the others have spoken of her, for what he knows of Galadriel now, and for the kind of grandeur she seems to hold in her just by being, the reverence doesn't feel misplaced for him. ]

If any here are to deserve it, one who's seen the first dawn ought to. [ What sights and memories and stories she must hold in her soul, to have seen so much. What she speaks of knowing and having lived through sounds close to the spirits the Aen Seidhe worship in their land, entities that have walked the world since time began. Yet, here she is, someone real and present, one with the rest of them. ] Your existence alone is like a dream to someone from my world. Even if the Aen Seidhe fade, and the elves of Thedas follow them, there's something that brings a sense of peace in knowing you and your people have been here since the beginning, and continue on.

[ somewhere in the multiverse, anyway. there's a sadness to it, but it's nearly soothing enough. He'd thought something similar of Thranduil when he'd first seen him, and held the beautiful crafted elven swords in his hands, like looking into a long lost, ancient past. It's surreal, to have such people right in front of him. ]

I'd be honored to share the vision of it with you, if there's a way you're able to. [ Iorveth has no sense of magic in him whatsoever, aside from the spirituality the elves have always seemed to feel deeper than the rest of living creatures on the Continent. Had he been told back home that someone could show him the first sunrise, he'd have thought they were crazy. ]

And I'll gladly trade you stories of my own people, though I doubt they'll be as riveting. [ or pretty. their history is a sad one. at least, the parts he knows of it. ]
Edited Date: 2018-05-13 09:00 am (UTC)

Date: 2018-05-23 12:43 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] aenseidhe
[ ‘We don’t have many of those either’, Iorveth wants to tell her, gets as far as speaking it in his mind, but it doesn’t make it past his lips. Their history, now, is mostly misery on top of misery.

That, however, is dashed from his mind the moment she weaves an illusion into the world around them, both beautiful and somewhat terrifying, all of it grand and magnificent. The calamity of fear and awe, the people approaching a brave new world, with all the mixture and chaos it should entail. Much like the rising hum of an orchestra practicing keys and tuning up before the start of a symphony. A surging of something incredible.

It’s gone so fast, and Iorveth feels like it’d been both so long in that world, and all to quick, all at once. So many people, and so much hope still there for the world. He misses it immediately, and turns back to Galadriel with a sad smile on his lips. ]


I couldn’t have possibly imagined something so incredible. Thank you, for sharing it. I only wish I’d been able to live it as well.

Date: 2018-05-28 07:11 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] aenseidhe
I see. It seems apt, as well. Things in balance.

[ Nothing comes without a cost, for everything wonderful there's likely something equally horrible. iorveth takes her word for it, that he'd not want to be present in an age like that. though he is a warrior, he fights men, not terrors. and even still, he'd rather he didn't have to. perhaps its simply the envy of wishing for a time when his people were still proud and free. ]

How old were you, when this happened?

[ What was the world like when she was just a child? How long had it been swallowed in darkness? He's so full of questions, as is his nature. it isn't solely iorveth's paranoia that keeps him wanting to know everything about everyone. ]
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From: [personal profile] faithlikeaseed
[Myr has no tears to shed any longer, but for all that, there's something tight in his voice for the want of them.]

Lady Galadriel? Do you--have a moment to speak?

Date: 2018-07-04 07:42 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] faithlikeaseed
[He would, ordinarily, hedge around things more. He's often indirect about his troubles. But right now-- He can't find the words for that.]

You'd said before you could find people who've gone missing. I've someone who has. Several someones.

to action!! and sorry for a laggard reply!

Date: 2018-07-10 05:25 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] faithlikeaseed
Thank you, lady. [A spark of hope, maybe, a fragment of relief in his tone.] I'll be there.

[And suiting action to words, he is there but minutes after the crystal conversation ends, having somehow managed to keep the turmoil and anxious fear in his heart from his face.

Simon hadn't replied. Nari had said he was in good company, that Wren hadn't chosen fools for the mission, but--

So much could happen on the road. So much could happen in Tevinter.
]

Date: 2018-07-16 08:31 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] faithlikeaseed
[Half my heart, he doesn't say; though anxious worry has made him incautious this far it hasn't robbed him entirely of his senses.]

Some of our templars went out on a mission--an escort to Tevinter; I've a good friend among them--we keep in touch. They didn't expect any trouble, but--I've not heard back from him for days, now. [Too long.] Anything might have come up, I know--it may not be anything--

[But a fear he can't shake, rooted in childhood terrors of what lurked across the Silent Plains to Hasmal's north, of the danger that rode out of Tevinter to snatch up unwary elves to carry them off to their doom--that screams otherwise.]

Date: 2018-08-18 07:34 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] faithlikeaseed
I do.

[He'd put more into words but that-- To do so would make the loss loom large and real in his mind, make it harder to maintain what composure he's got and act, beyond this moment, as if things will be fine.

You call the things you name; you make them real, bring them closer to this worldline and the true shape of things. A mage knows that from the inside, and so Myr doesn't speak those things he can't bear the responsibility for realizing.
]

--Oh, thank you, lady, [in nearly one breath. He doesn't quite lean into the touch and--as she surmises--doesn't need it to find his way beside her, but he's leaning on it all the same.] Thank you, I--

[a breath out; were things otherwise a part of him would cavil at the idea of arts that might require secrecy but then she'd ever been private and had her reasons to not trust the Inquisition, only hinted at.] --whatever I might do to help. You've that.

Date: 2018-08-18 08:00 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] faithlikeaseed
[For one moment--after she's said your eyes--his heart contracts with despair and self-recrimination. (With a demon in a friend's shape tempting him with an offer of sight; he couldn't watch anyone's back now or ever again and what kind of knight-enchanter was he?) --And then it's gone, dismissed as the childish foolishness it is even before she's explained in full.]

Gladly, lady. And all's forgiven.

[He listens to the sound of water, oddly comforted by this point of similarity between magical rituals. A font and water were often for summoning--or stepping into the Fade--and one could gain knowledge thereby. He leans forward in the chair, linking his hands before him, and tries to focus on that sound--and calm so necessary to a disciplined mage--instead of his yammering fears.]
Edited Date: 2018-08-18 08:00 am (UTC)

action. pre-tevinter, post-adalia. night.

Date: 2018-08-24 01:21 am (UTC)
dirth: (to see the other side)
From: [personal profile] dirth
The revelation from Adalia shakes him, more than he is able to admit.

He had known that she had learned much from the Temple - many people had, with the spirits that had come to them, the journal from the priest, the whispers and the secrets of the People long dead and taken from this world. He had known they had escaped with knowledge that was beyond their imagining but familiar to him, and she had found the pieces of the world, tied in with the whispers he had given her, and learned more than he had estimated that she might.

He had given her too little credit, he thinks, underestimated her intelligence, what coming from another world might do to her, and now...

Now, for the first time in some time, he was something like afraid.

It's easy to slip through the city in the darkness, few people paying attention to an idle elf moving here and there. Even being who he is, a familiar face to most of the Inquisition itself, Solas does not stand out - no robes to identify him, nothing gaudy or bright, nothing that demanded attention. He moves through the night with speed at his heels, finding his way to Galadriel's door without hesitation, pausing outside of it. The night is at its peak, he thinks, and if anyone did see him sneaking his way to her room... Well, the rumours would start.

He doesn't care. He knocks.

Date: 2018-08-24 01:36 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] dirth
The moments before she comes to her door feel like an eternity to a man who has lived it, standing and staring at the door with an anxiety and uncertainty he has not felt since he had first seen Corypheus take his orb and survive the process of unlocking it, since he had first seen the sky open into the Breach and demons begin to pour out. It's the anxiety of a secret ready to be told and spread, of a life that might be over, and it would overtake him were he not so in control.

It opens, and he sees her, and some of the poison in him fades, for a moment.

"Galadriel." He slips inside, eyes flicking around to the outside world, aware of what it might suggest should he be spotted sneaking into her space, but goes anyway, heedless of the consequences. When he's there, the door closing behind him, he closes his eyes and breathes.

His hand, without thought, reaches for her.

Date: 2018-08-24 01:46 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] dirth
It's a comfort, he thinks, that she reaches for him so easily. Solas would carry this burden alone, would handle it himself as surely as he had done everything else, but he knows that this truth might become a burden for Galadriel and Thranduil both should more secrets be told. They carry the weight of knowledge just as he does, and it shames him to think that he would have kept them in the dark on this, too. That he would hide what others learn of him, deception dancing on his tongue, to make sure that he protects his own interests.

He does not know what to do, no plans forming in his mind, however. So he seeks her comfort, her wisdom, her beauty in the depth of night where, normally, he would find peace in the Fade.

At least her words sooth his rattled nerves, even as his eyes close and his head bows, just so.

"My secret has been learned."

Date: 2018-08-24 02:05 am (UTC)
dirth: (i saw you in my mind)
From: [personal profile] dirth
It is not as bad as it could have been and Solas is well aware of that fact; it could have been one of the Templars that had learned of him, or the elves other than Adalia that were part of his party. The fact that it was her, who has his trust on some far, distant level, who trusts him in return, is a gift, truly. It does not change the discomfort he feels, however, or the tension that coils around him, wishing that he could make her unlearn it.

"It is no Templar, nor anyone that might truly be a threat to me."

It's a weight to admit all the same; it might not be dangerous for him currently, but in the future? The fact that she had learned it from his company, from knowledge of elven? It means he will have to be more careful, trust Rifters less, show them less of himself. He leans into her embrace, lets his forehead rest on her shoulder, letting himself draw on her strength even as his mind attempts to make plans.

"Adalia learned much in the Temple of Falon'Din. There, she saw me speak with the spirit of Mythal. There, she learned the truth of me."
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