#isene

I’m trying to de-stress and have fun with my art again!! 

after rem’s death and ahvir’s subsequent rewriting of herself, things changed.  besides erasing her personality, she also dramatically increased her focus on protecting the clan, basically forgetting about any goals that were for herself.  she’d already killed one; she couldn’t let her own hopes and dreams cost them another.  so she forgot about and stopped wanting marriage and love and self - fulfillment because it didn’t matter if a keeper had any of those things so long as she kept her clan safe.  she still wanted them abstractly, but she didn’t allow herself to think about them, and eventually she just --- forgot how to want things for herself.  her goals were concrete: become a powerful mage.  protect the clan.  never let them get hurt again.  she didn’t really think about the future except in terms of her own power and how that power could be used to protect the clan.  her dreams got very small and clan - centric to the extreme.  she didn’t want things for herself, but for them.

“Not to... question you unduly but,” Vann licked his lips, glancing around them. “Do you know where we’re going? We’ve passed that tree at least once before.”

              For a moment , he could feel his heart ache at seeing the terribly MORTAL elf. But he quenched it as quickly as it came.  ‘ You are one of the People. Andaran atish’an. ’

@isene and cully. brotp in skyhold.

          the nights among these trees are cold - she had not forgotten the lands of her youth, but their chill had dulled with memory. kirkwall had not been warmest of climes, but the bitterness of fereldan nights cuts through cloak and firelight alike. victoire cannot bear the dull talk of taverns tonight, and had rather opted to take camp, kindling lit with spell and staff. head cocks at sound of another approaching - most would not venture into wood on cold night, straying close to stranger’s fire. victoire makes no move to stand but calloused hand lays upon staff in rudimentary caution. “do show yourself - i’m not in the mood for games tonight,” @isene

the knobs of his fingers tangle, arms crossed in protection, nervousness, not RAGE OR INDIFFERENCE. ❛ oinmunain, said like an endearment. inquisitor, confused, it is a word unknown: LITTLE NUG. you are ... kind, you think i am good.   ❜ his words are soft; tender; appreciative. ❛ thank you. you help, you try to help, and, that makes you good, too.  ❜ :& @isene liked for a starter

      “Are you one of the locals, or did you come here for the conclave?” Both options sounded unlikely to Janna: this woman wore a facial tattoo that, if Janna was not mistaken, was usually worn by the dalish elves, and everyone knew they kept to themselves most of the time. For the same reason, she could not really imagine she was here for the conclave. Once again, why would a dalish elf be at the conclave? The templars, the circles, the chantry, none of that was any of their business, or so she thought. Still, Janna hoped that her question would not raise any impressions of distrust or even disdain.