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[Cee]

 I had written this whole dramatic rivalicious moment between them mentioning the lengend of the slow arrow, and I treasured it so much at the time. Now I can never look at it with a straight face again.

 

 

[ChuChu]

The slow arrow is magnificent no matter what the tip looks like. 

 

HOLY SLOW ARROW

I sense a trend.

[MayriyaNoori]

I sense a trend.

She drew Andruil shooting a slow arrow in the dirty note we were passing around one day too.

 

If I have the name "Our Lady of Zevran" I dub Droso "Queen of the Slow Arrows"

[drosophila]

She drew Andruil shooting a slow arrow in the dirty note we were passing around one day too.

 

If I have the name "Our Lady of Zevran" I dub Droso "Queen of the Slow Arrows"

 

Your character was the one who drew  Andruil with the slow arrow

 

I already have one thread title. Too many is not healthy. 

[Kadan]

Sadly I have to step out and finish this assignment. If I'm still alive after dealing with foreign currency exchange rates and futures I'll post Chapter 11 later.

[ChuChu]

She drew Andruil shooting a slow arrow in the dirty note we were passing around one day too.

 

If I have the name "Our Lady of Zevran" I dub Droso "Queen of the Slow Arrows"

Wait wait wait. You guys pass notes? xDDD

[drosophila]

Also, something something gradschool Solas.  In which Dorian keeps trying to scene-steal

 

Spoiler

Solas and Dorian moved camp to the armchairs by the fire after the barista lit it for all her frozen patrons.  The rain showed no sign of letting up, and lightning occasionally flashed across the windows.  Briefly, he thought of Vivienne, entertaining some fancy speaker from Jader in this downpour.  Hopefully they weren't outside.  Or maybe they were; it might teach her some humility.

 

Solas had Dorian's second draft in one hand, and a red pen in the other.  "You need to ease off the tea," he said.  "First Enchanter Josephus was known for his mastery of ice wards, not mice."

 

A small smile cracked Dorian's strained expression.  "I should leave that one in.  Give Professor Ameridan a good laugh."

 

"I would have penalized you for it."

 

"You have a stick up your ass."

 

Solas was about to retort when the mystery barista came back around to the fire with a tray laden with drinks.  "Earl Grey tea for Mr. Roderick--" the grumpy-looking man by the window didn't even look up at her "--pumpkin spice latte with extra nutmeg for Amund--"

 

"Ta, little elf!"

 

"Chai tea for Dorian, decaf coffee for Solas."  She smiled at the two of them as she handed over their drinks.  "You two are very predictable."

 

"Graduate students are creatures of habit," said Dorian brightly.  "Horrible, grueling habit."

 

She chuckled and glanced at Solas, who felt his throat tighten as he smiled back.  He could still feel her fingers brushing the raindrops from his cheek.  Dorian's grin didn't help with the nerves that were finally starting to sneak up on him.  What had he been thinking?  Was he really about to share a bottle of fancy wine with a girl whose name he didn't even know?

 

"You're...almost endearing," said Dorian around his stack of books.  "A bit pathetic, but I think I prefer lovestruck to stick-up-the-ass."

 

Solas did his best to ignore his housemate.  The clock over the fireplace read 5:45--fifteen minutes until she was off the clock, though if the rain kept up, it might not even matter.  He didn't own a car, and running back to the house in this icy deluge was not appealing.  

 

He forced his brain back to the task at hand--picking apart Dorian's draft.  It wasn't bad, though he wasn't about to tell Dorian that to his face.  The more Chantry-sympathetic members of the committee would go to town on all the Tevene sources, but Dorian was in the right for once.  If they weren't going to listen to all the facts, they didn't deserve to call themselves academics.  He scribbled in a few suggestions, fixed Dorian's spelling, and handed the draft back to him.

 

Dorian frowned at all the red marks.  "I will never get used to southern spelling."

 

"Or the food, or the weather."  They shared a wry grin.  Solas couldn't help but glance at the clock again: 6:05, and if anything, it was getting even darker and windier outside.  

 

"Are you ready to go?"

 

The barista was back, bundled up in a long black raincoat with an umbrella clutched in one hand.  The top of the bottle of port stuck out of the bag under her arm.  Solas hastily drained his half-finished cup of coffee; she saw, but had the good grace not to comment.

 

Dorian, however, was rarely so generous.  "Leaving me to fend for myself?"

 

"When I first arrived, you accused me of taking up precious book space.  You'll manage."  He glanced at the barista, who was doing her best to hide a smile.  He followed her to the back door of the coffee shop, where she suddenly stopped with her hand on the doorknob.

 

"Your place or mine?" she asked.

 

"I--sorry?"

 

"Um...which one of us lives closer?  So we don't get soaked?"

 

Solas felt himself starting to blush.  "I live three blocks from here, and neither of my housemates are in."  

 

"Oh?  Is that a selling point?" she teased.  

 

He could have hit himself.  He was a grown adult, and a few words from some random girl had him speechless.  But she wasn't a random girl; that was half the trouble.  When the silence stretched out long enough to be uncomfortable, she opened the door and gestured for him to step under the umbrella with her.

 

If this were one of Varric's terrible romance novels, he'd have a seductive line ready to go.  He'd wrap his arm around her waist, maybe whisper sweet nothings into her ear as warm summer rain fell all around them.  She'd lean her head against his shoulder and sigh something like, "Oh, Solas!  Your eyes are like the sky before dawn!"

 

Varric, he decided, could go fuck himself.  

 

But he did accept the shared shelter of the umbrella as they walked out into the driving rain.  It was either that, or spend their second date (did this even count as a date?) looking like a drowned cat.

 

 

 Thank you, Sable!

[drosophila]

Wait wait wait. You guys pass notes? xDDD

 

It was during Keeper Deshanna's boring speech on the state of the elven people. Out Lavellans share certain... opinions on the Creators

[Cee]

She drew Andruil shooting a slow arrow in the dirty note we were passing around one day too.

 

If I have the name "Our Lady of Zevran" I dub Droso "Queen of the Slow Arrows"

 

We are innocent little Lavellans in here.

[drosophila]

We are innocent little Lavellans in here.

 

I don't understand what you mean by this post, but I still know it can't be true

 

Edit: Time to edit the Vivienne chapter! It was a struggle, but I persevered and made it through.

[ChuChu]

And this is the first word I see when I switch tabs back to Project Elvhen.

 

Spoiler

paladahl n. sex tree, slang for penis

 

TF

 

Why did this have to be top post?

 

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I don't know how I feel about Project Elvhen. I really like authors who use it (geeky jez!) but... like. It pulls me out of the story because I don't think it sounds very elfy at all. Especially one line that comes up often, "ma haurasha"... just makes me think of  'maharajah' and my mind involuntarily cringes at the connotations (even though my mind was totally responsible for coming up with those connotations in the first place). :<

[MayriyaNoori]

Your character was the one who drew  Andruil with the slow arrow
 
I already have one thread title. Too many is not healthy.

Oops.

>_>

[Sable Rhapsody]

Your character was the one who drew  Andruil with the slow arrow

 

I already have one thread title. Too many is not healthy. 

 

Solas has a bunch of titles.  So does Aragorn.  And Daenerys!  You're in good company 

[Sable Rhapsody]

I don't know how I feel about Project Elvhen. I really like authors who use it (geeky jez!) but... like. It pulls me out of the story because I don't think it sounds very elfy at all. Especially one line that comes up often, "ma haurasha"... just makes me think of  'maharajah' and my mind involuntarily cringes at the connotations (even though my mind was totally responsible for coming up with those connotations in the first place). :<

 

I appreciate that it exists, and I'm certainly impressed by the amount of work it takes to turn a cipher into an actual conlang.  But I'm a bit of a stickler for canon.  So if there isn't a canonical elvhen phrase for it, I don't use it.

[drosophila]

Solas has a bunch of titles.

 

A bunch? What are the other ones?

[ChuChu]

Solas has a bunch of titles.  So does Aragorn.  And Daenerys!  You're in good company 

and The Dark Lord...

[Sable Rhapsody]

A bunch? What are the other ones?

 

From the wiki:

 

 

Fen'Harel , the elven god of betrayal (or god of rebellion) is also known as the Dread Wolf, He Who Hunts Alone, Lord of Tricksters, The Great Wolf, Roamer of the Beyond, the old wolf, and Bringer of Nightmares.

 

That's a lot to fit on a business card 

 

Edit for ToP: kitteh hugs.

source: http://catp0rn.tumblr.com/

[ChuChu]

"....Dread Wolf, He Who Hunts Alone, Lord of Tricksters, The Great Wolf, Roamer of the Beyond, the old wolf, and Bringer of Nightmares"

 

-sigh-

[drosophila]

That's a lot to fit on a business card 

 

If he had a CV, can you imagine how long it would be? Or the kind of stuff it would contain

[Sable Rhapsody]

-sigh-

 

But "He Who Hunts Alongside Cute Gremlin Vhenan" just doesn't have the same ring to it 

[MayriyaNoori]

Lavellan has quite a few names.

Herald of Andraste, Inquisitor, Vhenan and First Thaw.

And at one point First of Clan Lavellan.

[Sable Rhapsody]

And at one point First of Clan Lavellan.

 

Or for muggle!Lavellans, normal person of Clan Lavellan

 

Of all those titles, First-thaw is my favorite.  It just sounds so badass.

[Cee]

Lavellan has quite a few names.

Herald of Andraste, Inquisitor, Vhenan and First Thaw.

And at one point First of Clan Lavellan.

 

Mine is not First. She is a slayer of goats.

 

*giggle*

 

Gods, why does this keep making me laugh?

[drosophila]

She is a slayer of goats.

 

OK, I officially dub Nirwen Lavellan Slayer of Goats.

 

What unique title would you give your Lavellans?

[Cee]

OK, I officially dub Nirwen Lavellan Slayer of Goats.

 

What unique title would you give your Lavellans?

 

Hahaha, nooo. I would like to think of goats without giggling again.