Thread: Our House Who: Faer Arandil, Seda Utheriel, Jaden Tahal, Eresir Ilestel, Valan Arandil NPCs: Merrill Irisor, Lanaya Asilla Where: Somewhere in the Brecilian Forest When: Molioris, 9:30 Dragon Summary: In the events of the Dalish getting recruited to fight in the Blight, the entirety of all the Dalish clans gather at one point to talk about their activity and participation in the war. Faer Arandil, at age thirteen, understands and finds the Blight an important subject, but he’s far more interested in the other elves as he’s never met Dalish outside his own clan. Rating: D for Dalish elves Status: In progress Notes: --
He found that the gathering point hadn’t been too far from their camp. This had been something he felt glad about, excited and anxious at the idea of meeting another clan with other Dalish elves. As he walked silently next to the Keeper with a few of the best hunters among their clan surrounding them (they were a small group as he was told it was logical to keep the meeting rather small and straightforward), he could feel the anticipation in the air, as if he hadn’t been the only one who was looking forward to this meeting. His footsteps felt heavy, though they didn’t harbor a remorse feeling or something similar, but instead carried a delighted sense as he walked at a fast pace, both to keep up with the Keeper and her long strides and to show his eagerness.
Ever since the threat of the Darkspawn and a Blight had risen, the Keeper was adamant and rather obsessive about its current events and everything regarding it. He, as a child, hadn't known the real dangers of such, figuring that whatever it is, he would remain the child he was, young and alive, and the adults would simply take care of everything as they were usually known to do. This had been before the Keeper explained in depth how much of a serious threat the Blight was, apparently feeling that he should be educated on every detail of it but simply waiting until he had been a bit older to understand the danger. She, apparently, felt that thirteen had been a ripe enough age. At first, he had been horrified by the idea of Darkspawn and their forming hordes in order to take over Thedas, but after a while, he realized that it was important to know of this.
When she told him that they would gather a meeting of all the Dalish clans located in Fereldan in one spot to discuss the future of the clan's involvement in the 'war', he immediately asked to go along, that sense of adventure calling his name. She had refused point blank, knowing that the mission could remain too dangerous for him, but when he pressed the matter, telling her that, as the Keeper's Apprentice, he should be there to learn of...perhaps diplomatic or recent events regarding the Darkspawn, his hopeful eyes seemingly weren't something she could pass up. Nevertheless, although interested greatly in the current occurrences of the Blight, he had been far more interested in learning of the Dalish elves and if they were anything like his own.
And thus, they were on the road, nearly close to the rendezvous point as Faer Arandil stayed close to his Keeper, following her heed of warning when they had first set out on the trip. Their meeting, apparently, was to take place in a small and secluded area, a clearing of just grass only an inch tall shaped in a small circle with tall and towering trees surrounding it. It was perfect; Faer gazed on in approval, figuring it a secret place he would like to play in and made a mental map in his mind so that he could return to it later.
The other elves, as he saw when he looked on, hadn’t arrived or chose to leave and when he looked to the Keeper to ask if they perhaps arrived too early or too late (he didn’t necessarily ask for the time they were supposed to be there), he refrained from asking the question when that knowing tint in her eye gave him all the answer he needed. The clearing, more vivid now that they were in the middle of it, had the sun’s beams shine directly onto them, the warmth filling him to the bones and he smiled out of likeness. Dusts and specks were floating in the air and he enjoyed trying to catch them when the hunters began to take their positions behind the Keeper as she stood still.
Seemingly understanding the childish nature of Faer and the apparent lack of venturing so far away from the clan, she hadn’t told him to quiet playing until a rustle had been heard from the bushes. “Faer,” she snapped (his eyes widened at this, as he almost never heard such a tone from his Keeper) and her curt voice immediately caught his attention as he rushed to her, taking his usual place by her side as all of the clan’s elves fell silent, watching the woods with scrutiny. It was probable that the rustling was only caused by the arrival of the other elves, but in experience, it was apparent that most noises aren't caused by the Dalish who have learned to be stealthy and quick on their feet, this had been the thing that put the other elves on edge; after all, Faer found that it was always best to be safe than sorry.