arivis thought the point of the game was to not
say what one meant — which was frustrating, first
of all; second of all, why wouldn’t you say what
you meant, other than the fact that apparently in
orlais it would end up with someone dead? — and
not yell elf savage in the middle of the courtyard.
and somehow she got the dirty looks for it.
she doesn’t like halamshiral already, on top of the
various other reasons she has to not like traipsing
about lightheartedly in a palace built on top of a pretty
so perhaps the inquisitor is moping a bit among the
nobles, and perhaps her only solace is in her friends.
which explains why she immediately moves to follow
after solas, hanging about him after being gracious yet
distant and distracting with celene and not holding her
straight-face well at all.
(and got more dirty looks. damn.)
"are you enjoying yourself, solas?" she asks, eating a
square of cheese thoughtfully before realizing that it is,
in fact, the best piece of cheese she’s ever had, and
regrets not stealing away more. unfortunate. she makes
a mental note to take perhaps the plate with her next time
she starts her rounds listening for more gossip.