There's a little pang of guilt--she hasn't even begun to tell him what has happened with their beloved Creators, how the devotion they had given had never been earned, how their gods had been monsters crafted out of blood. Death. Hate. But she's in the middle of a story, and she doesn't have it in her to interrupt it to casually deliver news that had, once upon a time, broken her heart.
It's much easier to match his wonder and excitement, that he's definitely feeling, and isn't faking, even a little.
"No clan at all! They were not even Dalish, though they wore the vallaslin." Slaves, She thought, then pushed the thought aside. They were free now, in any event. "They were ancient elves, born millennia ago, and had pledged themselves to protect the temple, resting in uthenera, until they were roused to defend it. Of course, I had many questions I wished to ask them, so much information that had been lost--but as much as it pains me to admit it, they were not pleasant people to speak to. Abrasive and condescending. I called them kin, and they called me a shadow."
It still stung, even knowing what she knew now. Maybe even worse. They had survived and adapted, what had those idiots expected? Them to be wiped out entirely? "But I followed the traditions of the temple to make my appeal, and they could not deny me my right. So, even with their leader--Abelas, sorrow, he was called--scowling at me the whole way, they allied with me, and took me to the Eluvian. It was there that I encountered the means to be able to control it. The Well of Sorrows. The gathering of the knowledge of all of Mythal's servants. It is then that we realized his true goal--To have his lieutenant drink from the well, and learn all it's knowledge, in exchange for being bound to Mythal."
Another long pause, to let this knowledge settle in his mind. It is, of course, quite a lot to take in, and perhaps not a pleasant tale to hear. But he had asked.
"I, of course, could not let some shemlen fool steal the knowledge. Both as the enemy of Corypheus, and as a Dalish. Which meant I had only one option." A lie, kind of. There was another option. But as far as Beleth was concerned, that one hadn't even been considered, despite Solas' cries against it.
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It's much easier to match his wonder and excitement, that he's definitely feeling, and isn't faking, even a little.
"No clan at all! They were not even Dalish, though they wore the vallaslin." Slaves, She thought, then pushed the thought aside. They were free now, in any event. "They were ancient elves, born millennia ago, and had pledged themselves to protect the temple, resting in uthenera, until they were roused to defend it. Of course, I had many questions I wished to ask them, so much information that had been lost--but as much as it pains me to admit it, they were not pleasant people to speak to. Abrasive and condescending. I called them kin, and they called me a shadow."
It still stung, even knowing what she knew now. Maybe even worse. They had survived and adapted, what had those idiots expected? Them to be wiped out entirely? "But I followed the traditions of the temple to make my appeal, and they could not deny me my right. So, even with their leader--Abelas, sorrow, he was called--scowling at me the whole way, they allied with me, and took me to the Eluvian. It was there that I encountered the means to be able to control it. The Well of Sorrows. The gathering of the knowledge of all of Mythal's servants. It is then that we realized his true goal--To have his lieutenant drink from the well, and learn all it's knowledge, in exchange for being bound to Mythal."
Another long pause, to let this knowledge settle in his mind. It is, of course, quite a lot to take in, and perhaps not a pleasant tale to hear. But he had asked.
"I, of course, could not let some shemlen fool steal the knowledge. Both as the enemy of Corypheus, and as a Dalish. Which meant I had only one option." A lie, kind of. There was another option. But as far as Beleth was concerned, that one hadn't even been considered, despite Solas' cries against it.