[Congrats, he's never considered that other people wouldn't have the same sort of calendar set up as Thedas! That earns her a pause as he's distracted by what other people might think about time as he percieves it, and then he has that uneasy feeling he gets sometimes when he remembers that he's living on an alien planet; a rocky marble spinning through an infinite black vacuum full of incandescent stars made of gas and radiation and what might happen if the sun explodes, which isn't a thing he'd ever thought about before coming to El Nysa, but every now and then it pops back up in his brain these days and he has to have a stiff drink or just lay down on the floor for a while until the nausea goes away.
(Don't think about it. Just...just don't think about it.)
Clearing his throat, he continues, hoping he didn't go into that thousand yard stare he gets sometimes when he thinks about how tiny he actually is in the universe. There's a tightness around his eyes, he can feel it. Hopefully, she doesn't misinterpret it.
Deep breath, Zevran.]
Well, that was months ago. Things were briefly amiable between the two cities, at least while the Olympians were living in Wyver, but then things got a bit worse. There have been other incidents, as well.
Most of the refugees are trying to calm who they can, but their pleas mostly fall on deaf ears. A few brave souls set out on their own to help people who've not chosen a side, native and refugee alike. There's a group of us who'd prefer to wash our hands of the whole mess as well, and one or two war dogs, chomping at the bit to cause mayhem for their adoptive homelands. We're a mixed group.
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[Congrats, he's never considered that other people wouldn't have the same sort of calendar set up as Thedas! That earns her a pause as he's distracted by what other people might think about time as he percieves it, and then he has that uneasy feeling he gets sometimes when he remembers that he's living on an alien planet; a rocky marble spinning through an infinite black vacuum full of incandescent stars made of gas and radiation and what might happen if the sun explodes, which isn't a thing he'd ever thought about before coming to El Nysa, but every now and then it pops back up in his brain these days and he has to have a stiff drink or just lay down on the floor for a while until the nausea goes away.
(Don't think about it. Just...just don't think about it.)
Clearing his throat, he continues, hoping he didn't go into that thousand yard stare he gets sometimes when he thinks about how tiny he actually is in the universe. There's a tightness around his eyes, he can feel it. Hopefully, she doesn't misinterpret it.
Deep breath, Zevran.]
Well, that was months ago. Things were briefly amiable between the two cities, at least while the Olympians were living in Wyver, but then things got a bit worse. There have been other incidents, as well.
Most of the refugees are trying to calm who they can, but their pleas mostly fall on deaf ears. A few brave souls set out on their own to help people who've not chosen a side, native and refugee alike. There's a group of us who'd prefer to wash our hands of the whole mess as well, and one or two war dogs, chomping at the bit to cause mayhem for their adoptive homelands. We're a mixed group.