DON’T THINK I DIDN’T SEE YOU THERE ON ONE OF THE COMPUTERS IN THE TECH TENT
YOU GET YOUR SPECIAL SNOWFLAKE ASS OUT OF MY SHOW
BEFORE YOU GET IT CANCELLED
Sorry this is a little late to post — I slept in so late today! It was glorious! As glorious, in fact, as a grumpy Carver, which I give you to you now without further ado.
Yesterday’s Drabble: A Diplomatic Mission
It’s a good day for a hunt, Carver will grant that much. Sunlight streams through the mid-morning clouds, gauzy, gentle, not too bright. The wind is strong but not bitter, perfect for tracking, and everywhere is the crisp scent of pines and wildflowers—a far cry from the sea spray or chokedamp. Even the mountain air feels fresh, restorative. Invigorating.
Carver is miserable.
Standing as far away as politeness allows, he watches the nobles mill about the Chateau Haine courtyards, comparing amongst themselves their imported hunting mabaris and the size of their embossed pommels. Orlesians. Why Meredith thinks any of these trussed-up Saturnalia turkeys have the stones to join the Qunari is beyond him.
From somewhere nearby, one of the nobles whines, “Andraste’s tears, Prosper. When is this going to get started?”
A tall, thin man in gaudy armor and an over-pruned beard puts his hands on his hips and speaks to the crowd as he would a child, promising that yes, the wyvern hunt will start soon, that the victor will earn only the highest honors and bragging rights, of course.
Carver rolls his eyes. That’s all nobles care about anyway: Not gold or property or safety, just who’s better than who, an endless pissing match held at everyone else’s expense. Maker, he’s not sure they even intend to eat the poor beast—assuming one of them gets lucky enough to accidentally stick it, of course.
Fucking Maker.
TEMPLAR DID YOU REALLY JUST SAY “I WILL NULL THE MAGE’S MAGIC USING HIS PHYLACTERY”
DID YOU REALLY
IS THIS A THING THAT REALLY HAPPENS IN THIS EPISODE
MY BRAIN IS FULL OF EXPLOSIONS AND FEELINGS
In the latest DA: Redemption episode, Tallis gleefully shows a mage collar to her Templar companion and says, “We Qunari know how to treat our animals.”
Oh, Tallis. Now I’ve finally decided how I feel about you.
And let me tell you: it ain’t the warm and fuzzies.
Before I start: “Qunari” and “kossith” have pretty much become interchangeable among the peoples of Thedas, given that neither is really understood well. But you can have elven Qunari and human Qunari, etc. So throughout this post, however, I will use the word “Qunari” in its literal sense, to mean “an adherent of the Qun”, rather than as a synonym for the kossith race.
Several days ago, myjusticecake asked me a simple question: How old do you think Fenris is?
I’m no closer to the answer, but the journey has taken me to some rather interesting corners of Thedasology.
I’ve discussed snippets of this in previous posts. But with “Mark of the Assassin” coming out (IN SIX DAYS AND ON MY BIRTHDAY I AM SO EXCITE), I thought it perhaps time to return to the question and what I do best: ramble about everything and nothing at all. :)
The rest of this incredibly long ramble is behind the break.
