She took in his expression, the curiosity that danced across his face at her mention of Seda, but he didn’t ask any further questions. Perhaps because she mentioned not really knowing details. And it was true, she didn’t know why Seda had left her clan. But she still could have answered more about the woman in general.
When he spoke of the process the facial tattoos she listened with interest. She herself had no tattoos, but they’d been common on some of the men in the village, and she knew that it involved dyeing the skin by use of a needle. She imagined whoever did the designs on Faer’s face was a talented artist. It must take a steady hand and a delicate touch, and certainly a great deal of personal strength to sit steadily while someone pricked at the skin of your face with sharp objects. The mere thought of it made her consider that the elf was stronger than appearances would suggest. Of course, she didn’t really have an idea of his build beneath the robes he wore, but elves tended to be leaner and more lithe than humans.
“Are all the tattoos as elaborate as the one’s you have?” she asked. She hadn’t gotten as good at look at the other young Dalish man. She thought his story about the gods was beautiful, even if it probably had little basis in truth. She smiled at the telling, his goddess Mythal, who sounded like a caring deity. “It is a beautiful story. How many gods do the Dalish have?”