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  ❛ I just find it amusing, your answer, ❜  Vel smirked & crossed his arms.  ❛ are you suggesting it’s pleasant to be away from the Dalish ? But you’re all so insistent to be so proud… It’d break their old, ugly hearts, surely.  ❜

“I--no? No, that’s not what I meant.” Therith frowns up at Vel, arms crossing over her chest. Creators, who put a stick up his ass?

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  ❛ Lavellan, hm ? ❜ Vel took a moment to look at the other elf, his posture slouched, but still.    ❛ A halla-rider, then. How does it feel to be away from the dirt-ridden roads your lot love to travel through ? ❜

“Pretty good, actually.” Halla-rider, was it? There goes his chance of getting on her good side.

     “Well, I’ll be damned,” Molly muses quietly, watching her with newfound curiosity. If she doesn’t even know where she is, heavens can only know where she’s from. He’s never heard such simple, yet clearly specific things like that- a rift, a fade, and desire demons? He’s pretty sure those are commonly called succubi. He doesn’t blame her for the relation, and yet, it puzzles him further that she doesn’t know he’s a tiefling.

     Peculiar indeed.

     “Not that I’m aware of,” he replies, reaching out to offer her a hand of help. “You think you might have hit your head, forgotten a few things? Are you from another plane, love?”

Cool. Cool, cool, cool. Were the rifts even powerful enough to send things to different worlds? Apparently so in her case. Her companions were probably losing their shit right now. Unless they had also been tossed into whatever world she was in? Who knows at this point.

Taking his hand, Therith lets Molly pull her to her feet, legs wobbling a little as she stands. At least whereever she was looked like home, which she found comforting. Sky still blue, ground still green, no weird shit. Only weird shit was the tiefling standing next to her.

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what their online status would usually be on : online / idle / do not disturb / invisible

light theme or dark theme : dark theme

would they moderate a server : no but she joins more servers than she can handle

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their custom status : no status b/c she hasn’t figured out how to do that yet

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Mollymauk watches her unmoving frame with a hint of curiosity, crouching down to hover beside her when she sits up. He crosses his arms over his thighs, taking note of how she looks him over- she doesn’t look like folk he’s seen around before, though elvish is probably the safest bet to make in that moment.

“Haven’t a damn clue what you’re talking about,” Molly chirps brightly, tilting his head and causing all of his various horn jewelry to rattle. “What’s a fade, what’s a rift? You’re in Wildemount, darling! Trostenwald to be exact. You got a clue what that means or did you hit your head too hard?”

Wildemount? Trostenwald? Creators, where exactly did that rift send her? Somewhat better than being stuck in the Fade, she supposes. But if not in the Fade then where exactly was she? Neither of the places he gave her sounded familiar at all.

Blue eyes locking with red, Therith squints up at the tiefling, gaze shifting over to the multitude of jewelry hanging from his horns as they rattle. Definitely overdressed for a desire demon.

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“Is it that obvious?” She groans, opting to continue laying on the ground rather than sit up. While wherever the rift had thrown her didn’t feel like the Fade, the figure hovering over her looked too much like a desire demon for her to be sure. She takes in their purple skin and horns as she props herself up on her elbows.

‘Little overdressed a desire demon, aren’t they?’ She thinks to herself before looking around, trying to pinpoint something familiar to tell her where she was.