[All right. Fenris can . . . grudgingly concede that such a tactic would be useful (and amusing), exemplified by the short huff of breath he offers, a brief laugh under his breath. But still, she's such a good girl, Fenris thinks fussily, she surely deserves better than to be associated with Tevinter.]
Ataashi is Qunlat for dragon, but it can be understood to mean glorious one. Revered not just for their abilities, but their freedom and wild behavior. Not to be emulated, but at least revered. It slips off the tongue easier.
[For someone who is fluid in Qunlat, anyway, not necessarily for the rest of it. Ah-tah-she, three syllables, and he mouths it silently to himself as he stares down at this wolf sprawled with lazy contentment atop his lap. Even as he watches, she presses her cold nose gently against his palm.]
. . . mm. Perhaps not. Lazy girl, you aren't so fearsome like this.
[Hm. A moment, and a wry smirk slips over his lips.]
You could always name her after a wolf proper. Fenris, my master called me, and it truly does mean little wolf. Do not call her Fenris, but . . . Fen is the elvish word for wolf here. You can conjugate it as you see fit, and remind all just what kind of person wields such a Fade-touched creature.
[And ah, it's . . . odd, right now, to be the one initiating a discussion of elvish. He's never once cared for it before. But it's different with Astarion, who so casually calls him Eladrin and cares not how he identifies himself, so long as it pleases him.]
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Ataashi is Qunlat for dragon, but it can be understood to mean glorious one. Revered not just for their abilities, but their freedom and wild behavior. Not to be emulated, but at least revered. It slips off the tongue easier.
[For someone who is fluid in Qunlat, anyway, not necessarily for the rest of it. Ah-tah-she, three syllables, and he mouths it silently to himself as he stares down at this wolf sprawled with lazy contentment atop his lap. Even as he watches, she presses her cold nose gently against his palm.]
. . . mm. Perhaps not. Lazy girl, you aren't so fearsome like this.
[Hm. A moment, and a wry smirk slips over his lips.]
You could always name her after a wolf proper. Fenris, my master called me, and it truly does mean little wolf. Do not call her Fenris, but . . . Fen is the elvish word for wolf here. You can conjugate it as you see fit, and remind all just what kind of person wields such a Fade-touched creature.
[And ah, it's . . . odd, right now, to be the one initiating a discussion of elvish. He's never once cared for it before. But it's different with Astarion, who so casually calls him Eladrin and cares not how he identifies himself, so long as it pleases him.]