#like not just like Reth like for real slaves
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Tbh one of my favorite character tropes is âalien whoâs gruff and mean and expositions that âthatâs just how [their] people areâ but then once you grow on them you realize theyâre actually huge softies by their standards of their society and thatâs maybe why they hang out with humansâ
#baldurs gate 3#palia#palia zeki#laeâzel#bg3 lae'zel#tag your blorbos pls Iâm sure thereâs so many more#theyâre floating in my brain somewhere but these two made me make this post#and also holding back the autistic urge to compare and analyze grimaulkin and githyanki societies#they both are âthe strongest and smartest surviveâ#they both have what most humans would consider shit child rearing culture#probably slaves⌠the grimaulkin probably have slaves#like not just like Reth like for real slaves#itâs my niche interest crossover and iâll post what i want#is this the palia/bg3 tag? so far it is#babblestar#baldur's gate 3#baldur's gate iii#bg3#baldurâs gate 3#baldurâs gate iii#baldurs gate laezel#lae'zel#laezel#palia open beta#palia beta#palia game#zeki#palia grimaulkin#palia mmo#tbh? throw captain grime in here
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Adaar and her parents have a very serious debate about why Solas is⌠like that.
#feral verse, 1100 words. on AO3.
Adaar wasnât sure what exactly Solas wasâonly that he definitely wasnât an elf. Not fully, at least.
He sounded strange. Like an elf raised among the Dalish, but⌠off. Maybe he was originally from a far-off clan where they spoke with the lilt and affect he had, but she had never encountered it.
But then again: he didnât have vallaslin, despite being more than old enough to wear them.
It could be that he had refused them for some reason, although she couldnât imagine why. All the young Dalish she had known before and after they had received their vallaslin had seemed so happy and proud to bear them, even when their faces were still raw and sensitive from the markings.
Or he had never been offered vallaslin in the first place. That at least would explain why he didnât appear to be on speaking terms with any Dalish. Adaar still cringed when she remembered the fight heâd gotten into with Lavellanâs First. And Keeper, and Hahren. At least they hadnât decided to cut trade ties with her familyâs settlement.
He wasnât much better with city elves, the few times sheâd managed to convince him to accompany her into the villages or, on one occasion, the town to the north. She had promised Iolain to fetch him the next time a Dalish clan made camp near their land again so he might join them, and Solas had watched the entire exchange like a man watching an execution. They canât give him what heâs looking for, he had told her afterwards. All they do is play at being elves, like shadows of the real thing.
And what are you? she had asked, angry and baffled. Solas had given her a look of such abject sorrow it had stopped her right in her tracks.
A shadow of what I was.
So he acted like no elf on earth could be his people. And yet, sometimes, he said things like: My people used to, this place was sacred to my people, back when my people wereâ
He always caught himself rather quickly, and either ignored or avoided any follow-up questions she might pose. Which was infuriating, but also, horribly understandableâŚ
Because Adaar had the feeling his people werenât considered people by anyone else. The way he talked about spirits and demons, with a fond melancholy he usually reserved for tales of the ancient ArlathanâŚ
âI donât know,â said Reth, expression skeptical. âHe definitely looks like an elf. And heâs a mage, who apparently didnât learn in a Circle, or from a Keeper, or the Qun, or in Tevinter. Iâm more curious who taught him magic than anything else.â
âThatâs my point!â said Adaar. âWhat if he never learned magic because he didnât have to?â
âI think he was a slave,â Ari said quietly. âFrom Tevinter. Probably manifested magic late, and then that presented an opportunity for escape.â
âHeâs haunted enough for it,â agreed Reth. âItâs like looking into a mirror, sometimes. Terrible.â He shook himself and downed an impressive amount of the sweetshine they were sharing in one go.
âLeave some for the rest of us, kadan.â Ari swiped the bottle while Adaar folded her legs up on the bench.
âFine, be boring and sensible,â she said, with two fingers pointed at Reth and Ari. âSo Papaâs bet is heâs really just an elf mage, Tamaâs bet is that but also a former slaveââ
âIâm not going to bet on it,â Ari interjected. They drank a deep swig of sweetshine, then pushed it into Adaarâs hands. âI donât actually want to be right on this. But I most likely am. Definitely more than any of you lot.â
âThatâs depressing,â Adaar said with a grimace. She drank and passed the bottle to her mother. âI bet heâs anânot an abomination, like possessed, but something like it probably? An elf and some kind of spirit, fused together.â
âAn old spirit,â Tehenan threw in.
âOh yes, absolutely. The way he talks about âthe old worldâ, it sounds like he was there for it, yâknow? Like heâs seen it. Watched it all get sold up the coast.â
âMy moneyâs on one of the Forgotten Ones,â Tehenan said with a grin. âDo you remember how pissed he was when Keeper Deshanna told the story of the Great Betrayal? That reeks of personal involvement.â
âOof.â Adaar rested her chin in her hands, gaze unfocusing as she imagined what Solas mightâve looked like in the old days, before he got attached to his current shape. âThat would be amazing.â
There was a soft lull as her parentsâ gazes met among the table. Reth leaned his crossed arms on the table so he was at eye-level with his daughter.
âThat doesnât scare you?â he asked quietly. âThe thought that youâre learning from someone who isâwho is that old and strange and powerful? Whose nature is so alien?â
Adaar met his eyes. âShould it?â
ââŚNo. You shouldnât ever have to be afraid of anything.â
âIâm not.â She grinned. âAlso, he has a really cute sneeze. I donât think some creepy old god up to nefarious shit would sneeze like that. Andââ she lunged all the way across the table to grab the sweetshine, ââif Solas was going to hurt me, he wouldnât be teaching me all this magic, right? I can do so much more already.â She tapped the bottle, and frost bloomed along the glass from her fingertips. She set it down in mid-air and left it floating there, spinning lazily, drifting across the table. Ariâs posture shifted, tensed, and she listed against their shoulder, fumbling blindly for their hand, then squeezed it tight once she caught it.
âDonât worry, Iâve got it. Iâm not gonna make it explode or anything.â
âBut you could, huh.â Rethâs eyes flashed from across the table.
âSure. But thatâd be a waste of perfectly good sweetshine, and itâs really not that hard. Not breaking stuff is a lot more complicated than, well, breaking it.â
Ari sighed, and squeezed her hand back. âYou have no idea how true that is.â They relaxed, and rested their cheek against Adaarâs temple. âCan you heat it up again, Sunspot? Itâs too late for cold sweetshine.â
âYep, let me justâŚâ Adaar curled her claws and forced warmth back into the bottle at a measured pace. And, because she wanted to show off a bit more, she pushed further than before until the glass was comfortably hot to the touch and the bottle sailed from hand to hand without ever touching the table.
âThis is good, kiddo. We should have it like this more often.â Tehenan smacked her lips after the first sip of the now heated drink. âDo you think Forgotten Ones know how to make sweetshine?â
Adaar laughed. âNo idea. But if he doesnât, Iâll teach him how when we make the next batch.â
#feral verse#adaar#adaar's parents#adaar family#solas#like. in spirit lmao#fanart#art tag#fic tag#fic related#saar gets her own tag#dragon age#dragon age inquisition#da:i#meanwhile clan lavellan is over there like 'this guy is Clearly an agent of the dread wolf if not the man himself'#'and this girl acts like he's a twitchy stray cat she basically adopted; a stray cat who's teaching her magic like'#'what tf do you do with that??'
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