Before the Tevinter Imperium, before the elves bred with humans and began to quicken their lives were endless-
Eiridan blinks the memory of that line in that ancient text, re-focusing upon Celegorm. His hand reaches up, and strokes for a moment at the old scar at his ear, gently tracing the notch. He did not recognize the word Ainur, unless it was another way to describe the Pantheon of the Dalish gods.
"I have never heard of the Ainur." He replied, slowly, quietly. "So perhaps they have." He paused another moment. "It would not surprise me." He was silent for a moment longer before adding, "Perhaps the incorrect word, but I am surely not that." He lets out a cold, dry laugh.
"The march of time leaves you feeling like that? That isn't the purview of those with endless life."
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Eiridan blinks the memory of that line in that ancient text, re-focusing upon Celegorm. His hand reaches up, and strokes for a moment at the old scar at his ear, gently tracing the notch. He did not recognize the word Ainur, unless it was another way to describe the Pantheon of the Dalish gods.
"I have never heard of the Ainur." He replied, slowly, quietly. "So perhaps they have." He paused another moment. "It would not surprise me." He was silent for a moment longer before adding, "Perhaps the incorrect word, but I am surely not that." He lets out a cold, dry laugh.
"The march of time leaves you feeling like that? That isn't the purview of those with endless life."
Soon Brenn.