party on the pathstone

[dawnwillcome]

Who: Pathstone crew + ANYONE EVER WOW
Broadcast: nah bro
Action: YAH BRO
When: whenever bro

[Is the Pathstone more capable with a captain missing and another one replace with someone who does their job? How many people can fit into a captain's nest? Why is there a captain's nest? Has Solas painted the entire interior of the ship yet? Has Cole talked to each and every plant? Has Duke discovered that his ship has been previously worthless since basically the beginning of time? Will Crowley ever try to get his captain status back?

Tune in now for the answers to these questions and more in this episode of As The Pathstone Turns!]

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[dirth]

[ Solas has been quite introverted for the most part, enjoying his solitude on the ship - to decorate his room, to learn as much as he can, to watch the people around him and learn how to handle himself here.

It wasn't hard, of course, and most people had been more than polite with regards to him, and that was more than enough for him. He was learning how to be a friend to a new Inquisitor and was taking care of Cole - what more could he ask for?

He softens when hears his name, tilting his head. ]

Yes, I am. And you are...?

[princessia]

My name is Elize. Hello.

[ Her voice is shaky as she greets him. She no longer bats an eyelid whenever she sees elves on the fleet. When it comes to meeting new people however, she's a very timid child.

She attempts to keep up a small smile. An awkward, but friendly smile. If he's a friend of Cole and Jove's, she shouldn't be afraid. And it was her idea to board the ship after all. ]

Cole talks about you sometimes.

[dirth]

It's very nice to meet you, Elize.

[ And he means it; he is kind and gentle with her, his speech low and soft. He isn't there to be cruel, after all.

He shifts, making a little bit of space for her to join him if he would like to. ]

Does he? I'm glad to hear it. Is there anything I should know?

[princessia]

[ She's initially hesitant, but she slowly approaches to take a glimpse of anything that he may be currently working on. ]

He told me that you've been teaching him how to paint and that you're very good at it. And that you painted big murals at Skyhold.

[ That's almost exactly word for word what he told her. Cole tells her a lot of things and she soaks up the words like a sponge, even if she doesn't understand some of it. ]

[dirth]

[ Solas is careful as he moves, letting himself tilt the papers but not making it too obvious as he does so; let her look as she pleases as she pleases. ]

That is quite true. They spanned the walls of my rotunda, decorated with stories of our Inquisitor.

[ Which is not really giving away just how much work it was, but he had enjoyed himself. ]

[princessia]

[ She folds her hands in front of her and tilts her head slightly, observing his papers. ]

Do you mean Jove? [ She pauses a moment to quickly recall the other name Cole mentioned. ] Or Cadash?

[dirth]

Arhen.

[ Though he is a little surprised that Jove had been so free with her title - but with Arhen gone... ]

He is no longer here, but I believe I am getting to know Jove in his place.

[princessia]

[ Jove had only explained it to her as being a leader of a group that protects the world. But she had figured out the proper title during her conversation with Cole... ]

...How many Inquisitors are there? [ She says the title slowly, trying not to stumble when saying it. ]

[dirth]

[ He pauses, considering, thinking it over before he shakes his head. ]

I am uncertain. There seems to be immeasurable numbers, spread over worlds that we cannot begin to imagine.

[princessia]

[ She doesn't want to rack her brain thinking about the numbers of worlds there are. For now, she decides to just focus on his artwork. ]

Umm... what are you working on now?

[dirth]

A friend of mine.

[ The figure is drawn dark, with charcoal and no paints, and Solas offers a small, sad smile. His friend is gone, in a way, and he still feels the burn of the anger that came with the loss. ]

[princessia]

[ His friend looks different from most people. Is it a person? She's not sure. ]

Can you tell me more about your friend?

[dirth]

[ He nods his head, leaning back and looking sad, a little nostalgic. ]

It was a Spirit of Wisdom, a friend that would greet me in my dreams and engage in discussion of the world with me.

[ He shakes his head; the spirit was turned, damaged, hurt, transformed into a demon, and he has still not forgiven the mages despite their deaths. ]

[princessia]

[ So, not a person. It's still all strange for her to hear about, especially since spirits are also present on her world. She doesn't know as much as her friends do when it comes to spirits, but she's aware that they're different. They're not spirits of virtue.

When she notices the expression on his face, she suddenly feels guilty for asking. She just assumes he's like others on the fleet with friends that far apart, back on their home worlds. Like Teepo. ]

I-I'm sorry... you must miss your friend very much.

[dirth]

[ He shakes his head, just offering a soft, little smile. It has been some time since he lost the spirit but he knew it would return; they always do, the same but different. With different memories and no recollection of him. ]

I do. But I have made friends here that make me miss home a little less than I might otherwise.

[princessia]

[ Forming a small smile of her own, she's reminded of herself. There isn't anyone else on the fleet from her world, but she did make plenty of new friends. Although none of them can replace Teepo... she knows she has to be strong until she can see him again. Then she can tell him all about space and everyone that she met. ]

I feel the same way!

[dirth]

[ Solas is not being patronising when he smiles at her; he is soft, genuinely impressed with her proven tenacity, the kindness she has shown a stranger, and he is kind in return - impressed by her intelligence, her thoughtfulness. ]

Even if we might loathe being here, at least at first, we should account for the great friends and allies we have made here. That is a chance we would not have had otherwise.

[princessia]

Yes. [ An energetic nod of agreement. ] I didn't think I would make so many new friends! I've been learning a lot of new things too.

[ She likes learning and making friends, even though breaking the shyness barrier is still a work in progress for her. Because of Milla's mission and her choice to accompany her, there wasn't much of a chance for her to settle down. Being treated like an outsider in one of her previous villages didn't do her any good either. ]

[dirth]

Would you like to share with me? [ Solas watches, curious.

Most of this comes from a desire to learn more about the ships, the people on them, the passengers and everything that he hasn't yet had a chance to see. Solas has, after all, always appreciated people that ask questions and show an interest. ]

[princessia]

[ She's suddenly feeling a lot more shy and embarrassed again. Sheepishly, she tucks her arms behind her back and gives the floor a small scuff of her heel. ]

Uh... Cole tells me a lot about his- your world. I don't want to bore you.

[ Most likely a bunch of things he already knows about. Cullen and Jove tell her plenty of stories too. But, Cole most of all. She learns more about the worlds of those on the fleet than about the ships and space. ]

[dirth]

You won't bore me. I have always enjoyed people sharing their thoughts and experiences with me.

[ And, sometimes, he is quite rash and hard with them in return, dismissing their thoughts or, at other times, directing them when they are nothing short of wrong. He thinks, however, that he might be kinder with her - she is, after all, nothing more than a child and is hardly aware of the troubles in Thedas. ]

[princessia]

[ She starts to smile again, dropping her arms back to her side and swaying them slightly, excited to share what she learned. She has to pause a moment, putting in some thought on what she wants to talk about. There's plenty to bring up. Where should she start? ]

...I learned about spirits! They're different from the ones in my world.

[ Who are more like spirits of elements. Time for her to break out her amazing skill of parroting exactly what others tell her. She won't know the proper definition of some of the words, if asked. ]

Spirits are of emotions and virtues. Demons are spirits too, the same thing. But that's just what the ignorant call hostile spirits.

[ She speaks slowly, sounding rehearsed and almost exactly word for word. ]

[dirth]

[ She is lovely and rather sweet, he thinks - he hasn't spent much time around children, around anyone younger than Cole, who is more spirit than boy, and so this is all rather novel for him. All he can do is offer her a soft smile. ]

I have learned that spirits in Thedas are different from many in other worlds.

[ But look how he practically beams. Her understanding of spirits and demons is more simplistic than he might be able to offer, but the fact that she knows of the ignorance... ]

Quite right. Spirits embody emotions and demons are not dissimilar from that. Negative emotion is often more obvious than their kinder cousins.

[princessia]

They're more like elemental spirits where I'm from.

[ Admittedly, she's still learning about the spirits of her world, but that much she knows at least.

Her smile brightens up even more, pleased to know that she correctly repeated what she learned from Cole. But that's about all she knows when it comes to hostile spirits or demons. What she says next is more of an inference, nothing she heard from anyone.

If there's Compassion, Wisdom, and other virtues, then the negative emotions would be... ]

Then hostile spirits would be something like... spirits of sadness? Or anger?

[ Elize is careful not to use the word demon. She doesn't want to be one of those ignorant people! ]