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If you know shit fuck you

Jamie Oliveira, “Erosion” (via lathboraviiran)

“Or tweeting? Different tweeting perhapes?” Amelia drops her hand and squints at the sun. 

“I don’ mean ta’ disappoint ya’ but I don’ know the first thing about birds. They all sound like the same ta’ me, all- squeaks and anger. And the sky just looks hurt. So sorry if I missed somethin’ I should’a seen. Maybe ya’ can point it out ta’ me?”

   “Me? No. Not one bit. Ah’ bit disappointed maybe but ahm’ familiar ‘nuff with tryin’ to do right only ta’ make things worse. If I’d been Clarel we’d likely be right where we are now. And no, they ain’t demons. Can’t really explain much beyond that ‘cause ah’ don’t actually know but they’re definitely not demons.”

          “You tell me. Does Ghoul’s Beard count as treasure?”

“All beards count as treasure.”

          “Well— I thought I shouldn’t…assume. Seems            that I was wrong. Should I get back down?”

“Should ya’? I dunno. Can ya’ find treasure up there?”

“Couldn’ ya’ convince ‘em? The fate o’ the world might be rested in the palm of their- eh- wings.”

  “Yeah, yeah, lettuce.” she nods, “It’s like – “ a frown and she can’t quite figure out an explanation, “It’s jus’ leaves ‘n shit, y’can eat it as is, some folks cook it, I seen folks make tea outta it too, but y’jus’ can’t eat this lil,” she gestures at the blunt remainder of the stalk, “thing here.”

“Lot a’ uses for a... a thing.” A thoughtful pause, staring at the stalk with a bemused disgust. Her stomach rumbles and she nods. “’Kay. ‘Kay. I’m gonna try the- this lil- this bit, the thing-thing.”

         “Climbed, of course. Ah, prepare for some           scratches if you attempt to do the same.”

“Climbin’? Ya’ want me ta’ climb? Ya’ not seen my legs or ya’ just got foolish beliefs ‘bout dwarves and climbin’?”

   "I know what happened I’m… still jus tryin’ ta’ wrap my head ‘round it.    Let’s see if I can simply this for the both of us: Wardens did the wrong    thing for the right reasons, Wardens FUCKED it up big time, everyone    hates us again– including Wardens.    I think that covers the basics.”

“I don’ hate ‘em. D’you hate ‘em? Seems rude. They demons now, or what?”

                          That’s not true.  She cares a lot.  She just can’t stand to see them looking at her the way her clan did.  It isn’t the same — the Dalish didn’t fear her magic, merely the risk of her possession — but it looks like it could be.  please don’t abandon me, please don’t force me out, i’m safe, i’m good, i’m still me, i’m still me, please.  i didn’t mean to let her die.

“Yer hurting the Stone! And every dwarf she mothers! She gave us a gift and we shared that with ya’ -and ya’ thank us by boilin’ it, turnin’ it red, silencin’ it! And then I tell ya’ to listen for it- listen to the Stone, just listen, and ya’ tell me to shut up. Ya’ are a monster if ya’ think that’s fair!”