Meallan Lavellan (
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[Even after the introduction and brief period to adapt, Meallan isn't quite convinced that this isn't the Fade as he finds himself in a strange, new land. The buildings in particular don't help much, seemingly growing out of the earth or nature itself, like some new twist on the stories of how his people long ago made their homes in the trees, bending their shapes with magic.
But then he sees a person that looks like they're part deer somehow go by in the distance and the idea that maybe this is somewhere else entirely seems a lot more likely. He feels like he might be gaping just a little, like a shemlen who's never seen a Dalish clan before.
Giving himself a little shake, Meallan reaches for the amulet around his neck that had been so helpful so far and lifts it to his face, doubtfully turning it over in his fingers. Apparently all he needs to do is concentrate on wanting other people to see and hear him and they will, but he can't honestly tell if it's working or not, even if everyone else is likely seeing a very doubtful looking elf right now.]
Hello? [He pauses and shakes his head.[ Creators, that voice should have said what to do if this doesn't work. Or how to tell if it doesn't. Who knows if there's anyone else lost out in wherever this place is, shouting at their jewelry for hours on end.
[Still silence, so he lets the amulet thump back against his chest, hand rising to card through his hair.]
All right then. Either someone will answer or they won't, I suppose. In the meantime, there has to be more people around here somewhere.
But then he sees a person that looks like they're part deer somehow go by in the distance and the idea that maybe this is somewhere else entirely seems a lot more likely. He feels like he might be gaping just a little, like a shemlen who's never seen a Dalish clan before.
Giving himself a little shake, Meallan reaches for the amulet around his neck that had been so helpful so far and lifts it to his face, doubtfully turning it over in his fingers. Apparently all he needs to do is concentrate on wanting other people to see and hear him and they will, but he can't honestly tell if it's working or not, even if everyone else is likely seeing a very doubtful looking elf right now.]
Hello? [He pauses and shakes his head.[ Creators, that voice should have said what to do if this doesn't work. Or how to tell if it doesn't. Who knows if there's anyone else lost out in wherever this place is, shouting at their jewelry for hours on end.
[Still silence, so he lets the amulet thump back against his chest, hand rising to card through his hair.]
All right then. Either someone will answer or they won't, I suppose. In the meantime, there has to be more people around here somewhere.
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[ Possibly a subtle jab, though her expression doesn't falter. ]
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[It's mostly stubbornness, since he knows that humans probably aren't the same everywhere but... it's very hard to let go of cultural bitterness ok.]
Still. Hopefully there's better outcomes here.
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[ She tilts her head, like she's thinking about something intensely, then adds, ]
You'll do fine, I'm sure. Welcome to the team!
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Thank you? I suppose I should see about actually finding 'the team' first though.
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But thank you for the help; it means a great deal that there are so many here willing to reach out to others.
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