Rylee paused a moment at Sivene's question, contemplating the answer. Truthfully, men were the majority issue. But it wasn't just men. Collecting her thoughts, she answered:
Then Sivene answered her question about Tevinter. And, Rylee struggled with how to respond to that information. Confusion clouded her blue eyes as she looked away from Sivene, processing.
Dalish Creators weren't Rylee's forte in knowledge. Having been in the Grey Wardens a better part of her life, learning about that aspect of her heritage had never been able to happen. Not more than the bits and pieces she got over the years from the few dalish elves she'd met.
She wanted to ask how old Sivene was, but would that be an impenitent question to ask? Would the poor woman even know if it was? Would that make it better or worse? Rylee's mind swirled as she tried to figure out what to say.
It's more the shems than just the men. Humans treat us like we're less than dirt.It felt odd having to explain this to another elf, but then, there were elves out there fortunate enough not to really deal with shems and all their sheer nonsense.
Then Sivene answered her question about Tevinter. And, Rylee struggled with how to respond to that information. Confusion clouded her blue eyes as she looked away from Sivene, processing.
You...her mouth opened and closed a couple times. Rare was the time one could catch Rylee without words.
Dalish Creators weren't Rylee's forte in knowledge. Having been in the Grey Wardens a better part of her life, learning about that aspect of her heritage had never been able to happen. Not more than the bits and pieces she got over the years from the few dalish elves she'd met.
She wanted to ask how old Sivene was, but would that be an impenitent question to ask? Would the poor woman even know if it was? Would that make it better or worse? Rylee's mind swirled as she tried to figure out what to say.
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