“In the past it was the moments when I used what I had that had helped more than complaining about what we don’t have,” Mara mused. “And I’m not the only one. The Alienage always had some form of hardship, but we also had a sense of community. And that was something that could never be taken from us. If we extend that same level of community and camaraderie with not only the people of Denerim, but with the refugees, the city will not only be able to withstand the crisis, but thrive from it.” After a brief pause she shook her head. “Sorry, a little optimistic thinking."
A little optimistic thinking from someone who was usually more a realist, but she heard a faint whisper in her mind. She couldn’t make out what was said, but it had a tone of approval. At least Valor seemed to approve of her stance.
Mara felt a slight sense of relief that Madeline offered to speak to her son. It would have been slightly daunting, talking to the King of Ferelden, though they have spoken before. But it didn’t matter. He may be the King, but this was her city just as much as it was his.
Mara nodded. “I’m sure your son will be able to listen to you. I know I would have listened to my mother for advice and suggestions if I could have.”
Adaia’s death still would haunt Mara every so often; sometimes appearing through a nightmare, different from the usual ones of the blight, either begging her daughter to save her, or blaming her daughter for her death. Mara sometimes wondered how her mother would have reacted to seeing her daughter become Arlessa.
Mara let out a chuckle. “It was something I never expected, becoming Arlessa as a reward for what I’ve done during the Blight. I would have thought they’d have given me a pat on the back, maybe some kind of medal of honour if I was lucky. Being an elven arlessa has certainly brought some mixed feelings, not only from nobility but the common people as well.”
@Madeline Wulff
A little optimistic thinking from someone who was usually more a realist, but she heard a faint whisper in her mind. She couldn’t make out what was said, but it had a tone of approval. At least Valor seemed to approve of her stance.
Mara felt a slight sense of relief that Madeline offered to speak to her son. It would have been slightly daunting, talking to the King of Ferelden, though they have spoken before. But it didn’t matter. He may be the King, but this was her city just as much as it was his.
Mara nodded. “I’m sure your son will be able to listen to you. I know I would have listened to my mother for advice and suggestions if I could have.”
Adaia’s death still would haunt Mara every so often; sometimes appearing through a nightmare, different from the usual ones of the blight, either begging her daughter to save her, or blaming her daughter for her death. Mara sometimes wondered how her mother would have reacted to seeing her daughter become Arlessa.
Mara let out a chuckle. “It was something I never expected, becoming Arlessa as a reward for what I’ve done during the Blight. I would have thought they’d have given me a pat on the back, maybe some kind of medal of honour if I was lucky. Being an elven arlessa has certainly brought some mixed feelings, not only from nobility but the common people as well.”
@Madeline Wulff
01-18-2025, 08:23 AM
