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[veilstrike]

Who: Lavellan
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: On the Red Fish
When: Now!

[ When the feed comes on, the woman featured mostly looks... Awkward, and unsure of herself. It takes her a moment to realise her pressing buttons worked, and then she brightens, leaning forward so that her face is in the camera a little more. She's trying, but modern technology is still a bit of a leap for her, despite knowing how to use it thanks to her augment. It's foreign, but she's doing her best. ]

Andaran atish’an. My name is Leilani of Clan Lavellan - I was told there were other elves here, from Thedas. I was hoping to meet them, if I could? It's not necessary, of course, but...

[ But she does rather want to be with her people right now, or some of them, if she can. She doesn't feel particularly comfortable and she thinks she has reason enough to feel on edge, all things considered.

Hopefully, no one will notice her lack of vallaslin. She's not in the mood. She seems to steel herself, at least, and something settles as she sits up. ]

I'd be glad to speak to anyone else, as well, especially if I can be given more information about this place. I would appreciate it. Ma serannas.

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[fantachetic]

Hardly! I think if I'd started talking geography with anyone else, it would have ended right there. Though there's no accounting for taste.

Ah. They took mine, as well. I've managed thus far without it.

[veilstrike]

I think you'd be surprised, Dorian. It's a starting place, isn't it? [ But, alas. She crosses her arms. ] It's not like we need them...

[fantachetic]

We will certainly see. [ He concedes with a tilt of his head. ] Not necessarily, but it certainly helps channel magic.

[veilstrike]

Maybe we will be able to find some. [ ... Somewhere. It's always been easy enough to find staffs out when she was travelling, but that wasn't in space. ] For both of us.

[fantachetic]

I shall endeavor to keep an eye out for something befitting for us.

[veilstrike]

Does it need to be sparkly?

[fantachetic]

Well, I certainly don't want just any stick. Do you?

[ Perish the thought. ]

[veilstrike]

No, no. We'd look terrible. [ Like she's not used to running around with an apostate hobo. ] I would never do that to you.

[fantachetic]

I'm glad you have such a high opinion of me. More people should, in fact.

[ I mean, just look at him. ]

[veilstrike]

I've spent quite a lot of time with you. [ Or a version of him. ] You've only gotten better.

[fantachetic]

[ How dare you make him flustered!! ] Perhaps it is due to your influence.

[veilstrike]

I haven't got you abandoning shoes yet, so maybe not.

[fantachetic]

As beautiful as my feet are, I can say with absolute certainty that will never happen. It's far too cold, both here and in the South. I will never know how you haven't gotten frostbite.

[veilstrike]

I'm sure there's a very good reason for it. Solas and I - [ And, ah, she makes a strangled noise before she carries on. Determination is the key! ] - always managed reasonably well.

[fantachetic]

[ Boy, he sure doesn't miss that. They're going to revisit this later. ]

I'm certain it's due to your heritage. Were anyone else to try, they would be rewarded with disaster.

[veilstrike]

Sometimes I like to think about trying to convince Vivienne, but I think she would find some way to punish me for it.

[fantachetic]

Of course she would. Some days, all it takes is looking at her to find some form of punishment.

[veilstrike]

I don't think she ever really liked me, so you might be right.

[fantachetic]

I'm certain she doesn't like me, either. But her opinion isn't the one I care about. [ And there's that dismissive hand wave. ]

[veilstrike]

Which opinion did you care about?

[ Fishing!! ]

[fantachetic]

[ Damn, he's been caught. Not that it's a big surprise. ] The Inquisitor's, of course.

[veilstrike]

[ Aww! She beams. ]

Well, I know one that had quite a high opinion of you.

[fantachetic]

I wonder who that could possibly be. [ Is it you, Leilani.. ]

[veilstrike]

I'm sure you can figure it out on your own.

[fantachetic]

I'm certain I can.