Intro Overflow: May

[moustre]

Intro Log: May, Overflow

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[sing_for_me]

[ Hold up.

Did he just say being set on fire wasn't a big deal?

And was he actually mad about that? ]

...Sorry, should I have just let you discern that you were roasting?

[veilfires]

[Bristling, he fires back at once.]

Of course not – interrupt away! It is not as though we [from her dress it’s easy to recognise her as another offworlder] have any greater matters to concern ourselves with, such as understanding why we have found ourselves stranded in a strange and corrupted world. Why question that? Let us go to a festival, and enjoy the pancakes!

[sing_for_me]

[ Was he really still going? ]

O-of course that’s all concerning..But there’s nothing wrong with needing to eat! Maybe that’s why you’re not so aware of your sureoundings.

[veilfires]

I do, indeed, pay less mind to the trivial and mundanely physical. When a larger perspective is necessary.

[He’s fuming, apparently. But as inflated with ego and indignation as he is, her words seem to puncture it. She’s right - he has neglected to eat, and subject to the demands of human hunger (as he is here) it likely has impacted his focus.

And perhaps his judgement. There’s something in the air that insists he can do it – but that is not necessarily backed up by reason.]

...I am being discourteous. Magic is frightening when it is not understood. You could not have known I did not require aid.

[sing_for_me]

[ She's about to answer back again, her mouth opening but pausing when his words sink in a bit more. Did..he just admit to being rude? But at the same time still being kind of rude? ]

....Well...maybe I didn't need to be that panicked..

[veilfires]

[Tone: conciliatory.]

It would not have occured to you to even try to comprehend something so outside your ken. I could hardly expect forethought.

[Posture: proud. He is achieving a remarkable level of pretence for someone whose coattails are half burnt away, who stands in a ring of grass he inadvertently burnt and did not assist in putting out, and who is speaking not a word of gratitude to the stranger who helped him.]

[sing_for_me]

[ It took a moment for the words to register, but she certainly felt that it was an insult. And once she understood what he just said, she wasn't going to stand for that.

Still holding the soaked cloak, she whips it right back at his face, hard and with a resounding slap.


...


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Is..what she imagined doing. What she would have wanted to do. But she couldn't and she didn't. ]

Sorry for bothering you.

[ She takes a step, then two steps closer, taking Solas's hand and giving him the cloak. ]

Here, you keep it. In case you set yourself on fire again.

[ She doesn't wait for a response, not really wanting to hear what kind of retort he might have, and she takes her leave. She may be silently huffing now that her back is to him as she walks away, and possibly muttered 'dick' under her breath. ]

[veilfires]

[He reflexively takes the cloak: an angry flush stains his cheeks.

He doesn’t reply: his shoulders only hunch with a defensive frustration. It’s aimed at this woman, who does not understand him and could not even if he explained. At humans in general, who shun and ignore the Fade. At the boundaries of this world, which have him trapped here and made him useless and blind and thrown all his plans into chaos, and at the boundaries of his own world, which have rendered all life false and abominable.

And it’s frustration at himself, for making himself appear a recalcitrant fool.

Quiet, he waits until she is out of sight, cloak tensed in his fists, unseen in the dark. Then he, too, starts to walk back to town, alone.]