Re: gatsby: mingmei + solas
[He listened to her intently, one brow slowly raising as she detailed a story not so dissimilar from that of his own people. But he recognized that it wasn't the same. Couldn't be the same.] Humanity destroyed my people.
Elvhenan was the empire, and Arlathan its greatest city. A place of magic and beauty, lost to time, more than five thousand years gone. Imagine spires of crystal twining through branches. Palaces floating among the clouds. Imagine beings who lived forever, for whom magic was as natural as breathing. [With no care for who might be around them, he lifted a hand and a tongue of flame curled to life in his flame. It burned steadily. Unwavering. Untouched by the wind.] That is what was lost when the humans came.
They quickened us, stealing our long lives. They stole our cities. Our magic. Arlathan fell to might Tevinter. [He sneered as he named the country.] And they made the elves people slaves. Now, the People are children acting out stories misheard and repeated wrongly a thousand times.
Humanity stripped them of their culture, their pride, their longevity, and their magic. Thoughtless brutes, incapable of seeing time spread out before them. Shortsighted. Arrogant. Spiteful. [His lips curled with disdain. Clenching his fist, he smothered the flame in his palm.]