video; not tech savvy

[weisshappened]

Type: Video
Sender ID: weishappened (Davrin)
To: Public
Subject: figuring out the shellphone
Warnings: possible Veilguard spoilers, please let me know if you'd prefer to avoid them and I will! None in the original post.

[The post is really... more a series of quick mini-videos. Remember Vine? A little like that. But with less purposeful comedy.]

[A video of streets in Eltrut, the person moving along, camera pointed down for a good while, until it swings up so the holder can peer into it. At his heel is a flurry of feathers before the video stops.]

[A couple of the shops - the bookstore, general goods shops. A man's voice can be heard speaking, asking after general supplies. Complete with a squawk in the background as the man's voice asks after a... Bestiary?]

[And finally, the inside of one of the stater apartments, filmed like the phone's owner has just come home. He's speaking to someone not visible, but there's a patter of feet that definitely don't belong to a biped.]

- I know, boy. I know. No convenient way back, far as I can see. [Something trills, avian-like.] We'll keep looking. But for now? Let's get settled.

[And thus, the phone is set down, on a low table. Showing further images of the man, and - and a big grey, griffon face peering into it intently.]

Assan.

[This tone of voice.]

Assan, do not -

[Too late. The griffon has grabbed the camera. Ironically ending the feed there, but not before the sound of a chase is heard.]

Comments

[tilfrosset]

It's okay. Once I became a ward of another kingdom, I accepted I wouldn't see them again.

[She sounds casual about it because that's what happens when you're forced to become a pawn of war by a bunch of adults. Tiny Jill didn't really have a choice.]

Elf? What's an elf and why is it worse for them?

No, not yet. [She's sure if any of the other Dominants here had found a way, they would have told her immediately. Maybe not Benedikta on second thought, but surely Cid would let her know.] Not for lack of trying, though. I just keep any magick use conservative even with the tattoo.

[weisshappened]

Still. It's not easy for people sometimes - leaving their family behind.

[Speaking from experience?? Yep.]

[He looks confused for a second, before remembering - right. Different worlds.] My people. [A gesture toward his ears, toward the vallaslin on his face.] Technically, I'm Dalish, not all elves are. But the short of it is, elves have been second class people for centuries. A whole empire decided elves made great slaves, and it's been... hasn't been great, ever since.

[Without getting into the gritty details of Elvhenan, the gods... ugh, the gods.]

If it's of any use, I'm a monster hunter, adventurer, by trade. I don't intend to stick in town while I can help it. Wouldn't mind keeping an eye out for any magic healing ... whatsits.

[Davrin "whatsits" is not a word.]

[tilfrosset]

No, it's not. Especially when you don't get much of a say in leaving because the adults are too busy warring with each other.

[Following his gesture with her eyes, she nods, finally giving herself leeway to take a closer look at his facial markings. Jill wonders if the marks were forced upon him, much like a Bearer's brand, or if he did that willingly. She's shared more than enough about herself, so perhaps asking wouldn't be too rude.]

Those facial markings... Do all Dalish have them... willingly?

[It's clear she's trying to step lightly, just in case it's a sensitive topic.]

Whatsits. [That makes her laugh, genuinely so.] That's really the best term for it as I couldn't begin to tell you what to look for. Though I think before I ask such a favor of you, we should at least exchange names first.

I'm Jill Warrick.

[weisshappened]

Especially not, then.

[Now that, he has no real inkling about. But the implication she's offering is heavy enough to give an acknowledgment in return. Yeah, that sounds awful.]

[He chuckles, and nods.]

If you don't have them, you're either not old enough, or looking to join the Clan from outside. It's a rite of passage, adulthood. It can take a while, sometimes, because you're supposed to stay silent the whole time. If you can't, they stop. But you can always try again another day.

[We don't know how long it took him, but there's really no shame in several sessions. At least in his clan.]

Whatsits. [Complete with one of those big ol' grins.] Ah. Right. Davrin. And Assan. Good to meet you, Jill.

[tilfrosset]

[Jill squints at the camera, but there's a mischievous glint to it.]

You look no older than a couple dozen summers, so I'll guess you joined from the inside then.

[Sir, you are probably a baby still, like Assan.]

A pleasure to meet you, Darin and Assan. You already know Torgal.

[BARK! Damn right you do.]

[weisshappened]

[He laughs, at that. Trying to affect an affronted tone, but too amused.]

And here I thought I was a charmer. You're right, though. Grew up in the clan.

[Ma'am he is thirty something.]

I do. And glad I do.