Serpentine eyes watched as the wolf became a man, cataloging the features of his new form with clinical interest. When he spoke, however, Katriel's eyes narrowed, catching the specificity of his words. 'You may speak', as a reply, was...telling. No guarantee of response, no indication of interest or agreement of reciprocity. She wasn't sure why she was surprised, but as the start of a conversation, this was not perhaps the best of beginnings.
Katriel's experiences with the other Evanuris had been...distant, by design. Ghilan'nain had lauded Katriel as the first of her works, a triumph of engineering, a prize worth envy - but she had never been an equal. She had never been introduced to them as such. Held aloft, and then cast aside, Katriel wondered if the Dread Wolf's apparent disinterest was because he remembered her...or because he didn't.
Annoyance flickered through her mind, but she was careful to mask it in her expression, and she wiped it clean from her voice entirely. She kept him in her peripheral vision as he prowled around her, still trying to sort through years of emotion and memory as she formed the questions that burned in the back of her mind.
She spoke still in flowing Elvhen, her tongue much more eloquent than when trusted to alternatives. "I was alone when first I woke. What little I know of the time spent between, I was forced to garner from somewhat....biased sources." She frowned, recalling the ridiculous tales that she had been fed from various encounters with the Dalish, either at large or within the ranks of the Wardens. She forced the shard of herself that railed at the innacurracies inherent in the information into silence, shifting her priorities.
"I apologize for the presumption, but...I had thought you dead. To the world at large, you had been banished to the beyond twice over. If you are here, sir Solas, should I expect that the other Evanuris have also emerged from uthenera?" She stilled, bracing herself for his answer...or for his wrath.
Katriel's experiences with the other Evanuris had been...distant, by design. Ghilan'nain had lauded Katriel as the first of her works, a triumph of engineering, a prize worth envy - but she had never been an equal. She had never been introduced to them as such. Held aloft, and then cast aside, Katriel wondered if the Dread Wolf's apparent disinterest was because he remembered her...or because he didn't.
Annoyance flickered through her mind, but she was careful to mask it in her expression, and she wiped it clean from her voice entirely. She kept him in her peripheral vision as he prowled around her, still trying to sort through years of emotion and memory as she formed the questions that burned in the back of her mind.
She spoke still in flowing Elvhen, her tongue much more eloquent than when trusted to alternatives. "I was alone when first I woke. What little I know of the time spent between, I was forced to garner from somewhat....biased sources." She frowned, recalling the ridiculous tales that she had been fed from various encounters with the Dalish, either at large or within the ranks of the Wardens. She forced the shard of herself that railed at the innacurracies inherent in the information into silence, shifting her priorities.
"I apologize for the presumption, but...I had thought you dead. To the world at large, you had been banished to the beyond twice over. If you are here, sir Solas, should I expect that the other Evanuris have also emerged from uthenera?" She stilled, bracing herself for his answer...or for his wrath.
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