[Maybe he should've just packed up the nugs, the goose, Wren's dog, taken his key and gone to his lady's. No one would be there since there's that whole 'we're in Nevarra' thing going on just now and he wouldn't have other people able to find him, wouldn't be making a mess of things this way that has him too hot. Sickly. Squirming.
Truffles squeaks imperiously. Yngvi unfurls his body enough to deposit the nug in his lap so the little paw-fingers can scurry around to get comfortable with the face most of the way up his sleeve.]
When it was a year since-- since Asher died, I put out meat and mead. I sat with m'lady and her hound, we waited for him to come down to us. She said I was still one of Asher's boys. Nothing and no one can ever undo that. [It's the very best thing in the world that you can be," his lady had said. "Loved. We are. And he was. And he knew that he was." It makes him feel very small somehow, these things he's remembering now that he's sort of talked to Kit about.] Y'know when we first spoke when I was [like this, again, it's like I'm falling backwards: What I know is without dwarves, I'd be poorer for the lack of something extremely valuable to me. And later, tearing himself to pieces for an audience: You've always a place here if you need it, Yngvi.
He doesn't finish it, he can't. Quite frankly he's too ashamed. He can't even look at Kit.]
Wren and I talked before about three obligations, and me only having two hands. It's funny, the things you remember. That it will not get better. Not for everyone. [Bhelen, the Casteless, Orzammar, all the agreements in place where 'trade happens' as if there aren't hands involved, coin, bodies, goods exchanged as if all things are equal (they aren't, bodies are worth the least at the end of the day and how well the two of them know it.)] The way things are, it won't last. It's just that all of this is because I'm Carta and that's how that is. Everything is that.
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Truffles squeaks imperiously. Yngvi unfurls his body enough to deposit the nug in his lap so the little paw-fingers can scurry around to get comfortable with the face most of the way up his sleeve.]
When it was a year since-- since Asher died, I put out meat and mead. I sat with m'lady and her hound, we waited for him to come down to us. She said I was still one of Asher's boys. Nothing and no one can ever undo that. [It's the very best thing in the world that you can be," his lady had said. "Loved. We are. And he was. And he knew that he was." It makes him feel very small somehow, these things he's remembering now that he's sort of talked to Kit about.] Y'know when we first spoke when I was [like this, again, it's like I'm falling backwards: What I know is without dwarves, I'd be poorer for the lack of something extremely valuable to me. And later, tearing himself to pieces for an audience: You've always a place here if you need it, Yngvi.
He doesn't finish it, he can't. Quite frankly he's too ashamed. He can't even look at Kit.]
Wren and I talked before about three obligations, and me only having two hands. It's funny, the things you remember. That it will not get better. Not for everyone. [Bhelen, the Casteless, Orzammar, all the agreements in place where 'trade happens' as if there aren't hands involved, coin, bodies, goods exchanged as if all things are equal (they aren't, bodies are worth the least at the end of the day and how well the two of them know it.)] The way things are, it won't last. It's just that all of this is because I'm Carta and that's how that is. Everything is that.