It can't exactly be said that Velanna's love for humans has grown much in her years since traveling with the Warden-Commander. She certainly tries, as is expected of a Grey Warden to help regardless of race. One can only hear "knife-ear" so many times without threatening to put a knife to someone's ear and redefine the term, of course.
That's neither here nor there, and mostly unrelated to the current circumstance. She needed access to the woods for her own purposes, and meddlesome humans got in her way. The resulting altercation has one small but furious elf drenched in bear blood, seething through her teeth as her hands clench, using every ounce of her self-restraint to keep from calling up roots from the earth to rip the "well-meaning" farmers limb from bloody limb.
"You ignorant shem fools!" she growls, shaking blood from her arms as she whips her hands out at her sides. It's probably just a coincidence that the blood is smoking where it hits the ground. Random heat vent from deep in the earth. Certainly it's not because she's so angry the blood is heating up in reaction to her attempting to avoid fireballing everyone in front of her into oblivion. "I am here to help and you think it's wise to cover me in blood? Please, explain to me how this is a logical course of action in your small mind!" She glares at the humans before her, smoking and seething, covered in blood and ready for a fight.
5 - Low Key Option
Velanna prefers to travel alone, when given the option. It's easier, to keep her distance and be some vaguely mystical being in the eyes of most other Wardens. In the winter, though, she rethinks that strategy. It's freezing, and she has to spend time each night after finding shelter setting up her defenses.
The caves outside of the Crossroads provide some small protection at least, and she builds a large fire to ward off the chill, as she walks a large circle around the mouth of the cave, casting magical traps as well as setting a few more standard ones learned from growing up among the Dalish. Anyone who comes upon her little camp might catch her singing to herself as she works, always keeping the songs of her people fresh in her mind.
Velanna | Dragon Age (brackets or prose are fine)
It can't exactly be said that Velanna's love for humans has grown much in her years since traveling with the Warden-Commander. She certainly tries, as is expected of a Grey Warden to help regardless of race. One can only hear "knife-ear" so many times without threatening to put a knife to someone's ear and redefine the term, of course.
That's neither here nor there, and mostly unrelated to the current circumstance. She needed access to the woods for her own purposes, and meddlesome humans got in her way. The resulting altercation has one small but furious elf drenched in bear blood, seething through her teeth as her hands clench, using every ounce of her self-restraint to keep from calling up roots from the earth to rip the "well-meaning" farmers limb from bloody limb.
"You ignorant shem fools!" she growls, shaking blood from her arms as she whips her hands out at her sides. It's probably just a coincidence that the blood is smoking where it hits the ground. Random heat vent from deep in the earth. Certainly it's not because she's so angry the blood is heating up in reaction to her attempting to avoid fireballing everyone in front of her into oblivion. "I am here to help and you think it's wise to cover me in blood? Please, explain to me how this is a logical course of action in your small mind!" She glares at the humans before her, smoking and seething, covered in blood and ready for a fight.
5 - Low Key Option
Velanna prefers to travel alone, when given the option. It's easier, to keep her distance and be some vaguely mystical being in the eyes of most other Wardens. In the winter, though, she rethinks that strategy. It's freezing, and she has to spend time each night after finding shelter setting up her defenses.
The caves outside of the Crossroads provide some small protection at least, and she builds a large fire to ward off the chill, as she walks a large circle around the mouth of the cave, casting magical traps as well as setting a few more standard ones learned from growing up among the Dalish. Anyone who comes upon her little camp might catch her singing to herself as she works, always keeping the songs of her people fresh in her mind.