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[glandival]

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[glandival]

[ A pause, then; ]

They seem big. [ She is 100% thinking of the sexual logistics, there. ]

[ombranera]

Mmmhmm. [ He needs a moment. Just. One moment. ] But they are quite adaptable and very attentive when given cause.

[glandival]

[ A bark of laughter, dry and easier than before. ]

Then I am sure you can handle them better than you need to put up with Chevalier conneries.

[ombranera]

Ah, with Qunari and Tal-Vashoth they have a rather pragmatic view on sex and sentiment. The twain never meet. It's quite refreshing, to be perfectly honest, to meet someone that treats sex much the same way I do.

[glandival]

Even the Tal-Vashoth? I thought this was a Qun philosophy. I only know a little. City elves, sometimes, will flock that way, when the Dalish won't have them.

[ombranera]

Tal Vashoth have left the Qun, this is true, but some habits are harder to break than others. Hear one thing for the entirety of your life- even when you choose a different path for yourself? Unlearning can take time.

[glandival]

Ah, oui.

[ Her answer is a little short, contemplative. ]

Love is learned, anyway, I think.

[ombranera]

I would not know. Whatever lessons I had been given before the Crows? I have since lost. They were quite thorough in some respects.

[glandival]

[ A pause, before; ]

I was married, once. In the alienage way, you know. What I know of love is that it is a choice, in a world with very few of them.

[ombranera]

Ah. I take it you are an unhappy widow.

[ 'Was' rarely counted for anything joyful in one so young. ]

You have my condolences.

[glandival]

It was a long time ago, [ she says, quickly, in her definition of a long time ago, having only recently lurched out of her middling twenties. Just not to be confused with the horrors of the Halamshiral mien'harel, an important distinction in her eyes. When the boy she was married to was killed, it was an ordinary evening, in all ways. ]

But, ah, oui, that. I am other things too.

[ombranera]

Wickedly clever and terribly lovely among them?

[ Gentle teasing, idle flirtation- it is not how they are and it is for the better; even if some small part of him does feel idly protective. He does not wish to examine that sentiment too closely. ]

[glandival]

Ah. Being angry with you has been tiresome, to have to go without this flattery. [ Mock seriously; ] But yes, those things.

[ombranera]

I know you missed it with every breath. [ A more sincere crackle of laughter. ] And an excellent shot as well.

[glandival]

Unhappy widows have good aim. I believe that to be an elven proverb, or perhaps it should be.

[ombranera]

Vedove infelici hanno una buona mira. It sounds even better in Antivan.

[glandival]

You think everything sounds better in Antivan. [ But you can head the conceding head tip in her tone as she adds; ] In this, maybe.

[ombranera]

Because it does sound better in Antivan. It is no fault of mine if it is the superior language.