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teeth catch her lip silence her apology , cheeks flushing again as her eyes once more lock onto the leaves held between her fingers . she listens first , considering the inquisitor’s words . that they would have prayers and songs should be unsurprising : they have their gods , as she has the maker . shouldn’t they praise them , too ? ❝ does every god have their own set ? ❞ wouldn’t that be confusing ?
she had lived her whole life in haven , until the inquisition , wrapped up in misinformed chantry doctrine and later , actual chantry doctrine ( the two were not as far off as the chantry would like to believe ) . if there was anything more , she had been only tangentially aware of it . NOW , SHE TRIES TO UNDERSTAND .
❝ why don’t you use them ? don’t you want people to know of them ? your gods , i mean . ❞
❛ yes . but some of them are for all of the creators . mostly , it depends on the occasion . not unlike the chant , i’d think ? ❜ not surprisingly , mislyn has gone out of her way to avoid most recitations . it had made her uncomfortable when it echoed endlessly in haven . now , it only serves to makes her angry & homesick . though the difference between a revered mother droning on about the dangers of magic , & a young girl speaking to flowers certainly isn’t lost on her .
❛ what good would that do ? do you imagine many andrastians turning from their maker once they here the dalish sing ? ❜ she is sharp & quick , but not unkind . it’s a subject held close to her heart , after all , but far be it from her to criticize curiosity . ❛ if elves born outside of the dalish want to learn , then we teach them . but my clan was never interested in seeking them out . converting them , as it were . ❜