fringe benefits

"Perhaps not all elves are bas after all." Vela huffed a laugh and tilted her head. Kind of you to say so. She was not offended by Huntress. Though not privy to the finer details, she knew where Tress came from and a little of what she had been through. Vela had never pushed to know any more details than what Tress had been willing to give and only guided the woman to information relating to her heritage when it was relevant and wanted. She was just happy that despite the other woman's 're-education' she was willing to listen. And Vela, in turn, accepted their views would not always align. It didn't matter to her. There was a deep respect between them and that was all that mattered.

Half way through describing the Fallow Mire she began to notice the far-away look in Huntress' eyes. She had hoped her question would bring her back but it seemed something had gripped the other woman, and while her brows tilted in concern she waited patiently for Tress to regain herself. It took a moment but there was no need for Vela to rush her friend, and she offered a small smile and a nod, her eyes carefully regarding the other elf to make sure she was okay.

I asked if there was anywhere you have traveled that sticks in your mind? Perhaps somewhere you would visit again? Vela had traveled to many places during her time with the Inquisition, but she was sure Tress had been to many more with her line of work. There had been a time where Vela had dreamed of traveling, seeing the world and collecting lost lore for the elves. Impossible now there was Arlathan to look after, but Arlathan was worth sticking around for, in her opinion.