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The fact that another was hiding in the trees and obviously watching what was going on, should have put her on edge… But, it did not. Only surprised her a tad. She even released whatever tension she had on her bowstring to cast hazel eyes up into the shadowy canopy of the forest. Knowledge knew she wouldn’t see their companion but, she still flitted eyes over leaf and bark.

Once the compromise was taking shape, not a bad one either, Yara actually began breaking another genuine smirk of her own. But, then the other man pulled a knife and in reaction she pulled back the arrow taut… And, released. Lodging itself into the man’s knee. It was only after a moment she realized that the male elf’s companion had shot the man as well.

Hazel eyes widened a glance up into the trees and then a glance to both the injured man and the mage, her smile growing wide. And, Yara laughed a loud amused laugh. Laughter that released tension and continued as she hopped to level ground with the elf. “It’s a deal and I daresay, you and your companion are some of the most interesting thieves I have met. Your compromise works for me. The heirlooms are the only reason I pursued, to begin with.”

And then, as he removed the pieces decorated with the sigil in question, he continued. “It seems we have come to an agreement then? Excellent. A pleasure doing business with you. Now, we shall take our leave. You may do as you wish with this man. His life is in your hands now.”

“You can’t...” The human moaned. Tiny looked at him and his brows furrowed, only a bit, hardly noticeable, and in his eyes, hesitation drowned by understanding. It was the only safe way.

“I did.” He whispered in response, picked up the sack with the remaining gold and started walking in reverse.

He squeezed Noria’s shoulder reassuringly as she asked after Bastianni. There was nothing to speak of that would heal wounds that, apparently, were still fresh… Yet, looked for something to stay the bleeding. “Write your mother a letter while I am here and I will give it to her upon my return. It is not a suggestion either, Noria.” The tone of his voice left little room for argument. A tone used most often to not with the troublemakers in the clan when they refused to listen.

Brows furrowed and she tilted her head to the side. “You know my mum can’t read, Remy.” A simple sentence to state that there was no way she would be writing her a letter. She was interested enough to care about how her mother was, but too proud to do anything more than that. In her mind, it was Bastianni that needed to make a move for reconciliation.

          “ I ᴅᴏɴ·ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ                    ʙᴜᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘᴏᴏᴋ sᴀᴠɪɴɢ                                                        ᴛᴏ ᴜs.“                                       - written by 𝒩𝑜𝓋𝒶

I’ve no idea how many posts actually deal with this topic, though I’ve noticed a small, but rising trend inside the DA community. I’ve had nothing but praise for the entirety of the community, and I’ve made several friends within it. That’s why it’s worrisome. Personally, I’ve never received hate mail of any sort, on any blog of mine. Though, I’ve seen many people receive it and delete.

I do think it’s unfair to the person on the receiving end and anybody particularly close to them, because you’re never only hurting one person. I am actually incredibly ashamed to have learnt that a dear friend of mine has received hate over a minute thing! In fact, they even asked me if they should delete their blog.

I don’t care who you are or how important you think you are, you should never send anybody anything mean, ever. There’s a thin line between criticism and hate, and of you’re unsure if you crossed that line, don’t send it.

For anybody who’s ever received hate, I do think the best option is to not let it get to you. Simply block that person, unfollow, do whatever you need to do to get passed it, as long as it doesn’t include attempting to hurt them in return. The oldest saying ever, two wrongs don’t make a right.

“ Dear Josephine, always thinking ahead. Leliana may be our spy-master, but I’d never want to play the Lady Montilyet at cards, she’d buy half of the table out of the game before the first card was played. ” A breathy laugh filled her mouth, escaping like flighty birds into the air before she stared back out into the garden. Various people were milling about, either without a task, or awaiting one. A strange sight to those so used to Dalish camps.

“Josephine is a menace.” She agreed. “At cards too. I’ve seen it happen. She just stripped everyone. One of them, she stripped literally. The Commander had to run out butt-naked across the yard. Good thing I didn’t dare my fortune, right? That could have been me.”

“Right... Looser grip. I can try that.” She didn’t speak for a moment, only dipped the tip in the well and tried again, writing the next part of her report.

At that point, there was only one way forward. Fighting further would only make it worse. I ordered them to lay down their arms and surrender, spare them some casualties. The Lady Ambassador took over to negotiate the conditions of their return. Commander Cullen approved of the decision. Lady Nightingale didn’t.

A thought crossed her head right then, thankfully, she wanted to be interrupted. She turned to Len, brows furrowed, yet lacking the usual harshness in her eyes.

Anger brimmed and broiled at this attacker came in for another bout. Charlie harshly shoved Noria onto her rump, just so she could crouch and lunge at this bandit with a growl. A growl that sounded like no human could make.

Moments later after a rustle and more feral growling, things went silent. And, without any further adieu and a loud aggravated huff Charlie came back towards the elf, keeping her distance of course.

She couldn’t do anything but stare at first. She observed her companion, noticing blood that wasn’t hers on her hands. That was not normal.

She pressed on the wound on her stomach and stayed put, looking for the right words. Looking for the right thoughts.