The Feast Hall was full of noise, but it was beautiful noise like laughter, and there was fear in there, too, and anger, lost, let me go back, I don't want to fight, but the newness of it all enthralled, and halfway-terrified like one might be if they don't know whether a new creature is dangerous; forced a temporary retreat on top of the fresh lack of balance.
There is no Veil here. Just a wall. No Fade; can any of this really be magic? This is definitely not the Fade; it feels rooted and real yet fast, and freer, with light shining into new shapes yet with something holding close underneath - and in everyone that sticks. Lights lit in grand places that shouldn't be disturbed. That's what Seelie is, or - some of what Seelie is, too much, too closed, hard to hear...
And then people start to leave for the chambers. Or elsewhere. Sources of sounds moving. Spreading. Some stay, and... he ventures on in. Not enough out for the music to have stopped, or all the food to be eaten, and still clanging - with apprehension and with differentness. Where to start...?
He tries catching ahold of one set of sounds, focusing, eyes half-closing - staying put, all the while; he doesn't think he's letting them see him - and... a starting point. Good... Nods - makes note of where it is, strides over to the table, peeks at the sweets and trying to catch after-thoughts - which he can't find, no Fade to put them in, and so he... guesses. Something will help more than nothing will.
Makes a selection and puts a couple of cakes in a napkin, and holds it stiffly on the way away from the table. Takes them to someone who might notice on seeing them that they might've been slightly hungry. With a hushed, encouraging voice and a frozen look - ]
-- I couldn't tell if these ones were better than the others. But when your stomach is calm, your mind will be calmer, too; it will be easier to hear yourself think.
B. The Station.
[A boy appears out of nowhere.
So it seems, at least - you hadn't seen someone coming from your front a moment ago, but he's there, now, terribly scruffy with a hat you'd put on a scarecrow sooner than a person, and within sufficient time to make note of any of this, he's come to a full stop in front of you, brim of that big floppy hat tilting up to show his face, holding out... aye, that appears to be a megaphone.
And speaking in a fast yet somber half-whisper.]
A woman in Caer Glaem said that she needs this very much. I can't make it work in Caer Glaem. -- Or anywhere that isn't here.
I need to know how to make it work...
C. WILDCARD.
[Fire at will!
And note for the non-canon-familiar: Cole compulsively reads minds. If you'd rather he not, say the word!]
Cole | Dragon Age: Inquisition | Seelie
[So many minds!
The Feast Hall was full of noise, but it was beautiful noise like laughter, and there was fear in there, too, and anger, lost, let me go back, I don't want to fight, but the newness of it all enthralled, and halfway-terrified like one might be if they don't know whether a new creature is dangerous; forced a temporary retreat on top of the fresh lack of balance.
There is no Veil here. Just a wall. No Fade; can any of this really be magic? This is definitely not the Fade; it feels rooted and real yet fast, and freer, with light shining into new shapes yet with something holding close underneath - and in everyone that sticks. Lights lit in grand places that shouldn't be disturbed. That's what Seelie is, or - some of what Seelie is, too much, too closed, hard to hear...
And then people start to leave for the chambers. Or elsewhere. Sources of sounds moving. Spreading. Some stay, and... he ventures on in. Not enough out for the music to have stopped, or all the food to be eaten, and still clanging - with apprehension and with differentness. Where to start...?
He tries catching ahold of one set of sounds, focusing, eyes half-closing - staying put, all the while; he doesn't think he's letting them see him - and... a starting point. Good... Nods - makes note of where it is, strides over to the table, peeks at the sweets and trying to catch after-thoughts - which he can't find, no Fade to put them in, and so he... guesses. Something will help more than nothing will.
Makes a selection and puts a couple of cakes in a napkin, and holds it stiffly on the way away from the table. Takes them to someone who might notice on seeing them that they might've been slightly hungry. With a hushed, encouraging voice and a frozen look - ]
-- I couldn't tell if these ones were better than the others. But when your stomach is calm, your mind will be calmer, too; it will be easier to hear yourself think.
B. The Station.
[A boy appears out of nowhere.
So it seems, at least - you hadn't seen someone coming from your front a moment ago, but he's there, now, terribly scruffy with a hat you'd put on a scarecrow sooner than a person, and within sufficient time to make note of any of this, he's come to a full stop in front of you, brim of that big floppy hat tilting up to show his face, holding out... aye, that appears to be a megaphone.
And speaking in a fast yet somber half-whisper.]
A woman in Caer Glaem said that she needs this very much. I can't make it work in Caer Glaem. -- Or anywhere that isn't here.
I need to know how to make it work...
C. WILDCARD.
[Fire at will!
And note for the non-canon-familiar: Cole compulsively reads minds. If you'd rather he not, say the word!]