‘Why aren’t we interacting?’

😿 - I’m too shy to reach out

😥 - I’m a little intimidated by your writing length / style / formatting

😵 - I don’t know how to approach you

⌛️ -  You seem really busy

👥 - I don’t know which of my muses you’re interested in

📝 - It would help if you could fill my interest checker!

❓ - I’m not familiar with any of your current muses

📩 - I’ve sent you asks / written you starters, but you never replied to them

📤 - We have threads, and I’ve been waiting on your replies

💬 - I have a plot in mind for us, but I haven’t found the right way/time to reach out

💞 - I ship our muses, but I don’t know if you’re interested

✒️ - I usually interact through memes / open starters and you don’t post a lot of them

🥇 - You followed me first and I’m waiting for you to make the first move

🥰 - I’m following you because I love your writing and content and I just want to read your stuff

recently i’ve noticed that the rpc seems to have trouble interacting with eachother–and i’ve seen a few of these memes go around, but i thought i’d make another!

The quickness to ready a defense is understood, making no moves to show he took any offense as there really was none to be taken. If the positions were reversed he'd certainly be on guard as well. Honestly he sort of was, an odd thing to feel this day and age, especially for the meeting of someone who had never truly showed any aggression from what he could recall of those blurry days.

When the other relaxes enough to speak to him a nod is given, reassuring he hoped to the other, and a sign to leave for those other Crows watching. Waiting a moment for those that tried to linger to fade away with a sharp distant look cast their way just for mismatched eyes to soften before his company. He didn't like answering questions from the others, he didn't need to give them anything else to question him for- no doubt the word "now" would already give them a few things to think on.

❝Nelgorn then. My name is Bellanaris, if you recall my former position I ask that you forget it now. My loyalties will not move to favor those that have come back.❞

Never could. Not after the attack on his liege's own temple, and the attack on the god himself. His god. If anything it only further fueled his desire to help be rid of those two forever. He was a De Riva now, his loyalties were to the Crows, and to his talon.

"I— I'm sorry, I don't recall much of you at all," he admitted, head ducking as a curtain of dark hair fell over half his face. He'd been so young the last time Bellanaris had visited his mother's palace. He didn't even remember what for, other than that they both spoke on behalf of their respective master. "You seemed... serious. Really serious. Scary, to someone as young as I was then." He swallowed the knot in his throat. "B-but I suppose we're more alike, these days. I know what Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain want.. kind of. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to talk."

"You weren't born dalish?" she asked, her ears shifting as she looked at him curiously. "My mother wasn't, either." His words, though, caused her smile to fade, and her expression to become concerned... perhaps even a hint of righteous anger.

"No one should be a burden simply because they're old." She paused, then quickly added. "I- no offense, of course. And... they didn't even think to find you a new clan or whatever the Dalish do now?" She huffed and folded her arms across her chest. "That... that just isn't right." It was something she would ask the other elves back at camp, though... perhaps he would be willing to join her, and find a better place than wandering in the forest.

That was an idea for another time.

At his question, she gave a soft, indignant huff, shaking her head.

"I... I was not," he said slowly, shaking his head as he took up a stick to prod the young stranger's camp-fire. "I was born in Qarinus... spent most of my life in Seheron." He tossed his stick into the flame, and shifted back, laying against the stone he'd chosen for a back-rest. "Now, my little Haleth and I have nowhere to call home."

A small smile curled a corner of his mouth at her righteous anger. How swift she was to take up the cause of a man whose name she didn't even know. The world would be better for her, too, if his employer got his way.

"No offense taken, trust me. These woods have done an excellent job of reminding me what my age is, exactly. B-but no. They were under no obligation to find me a new clan, even if I had asked. I thought it better to leave of my own accord than to be expelled."