[ She opens her mouth to talk about how lovely that sounds, how she would love Kirkwall to have such a public garden--and then promptly closes it again. ]
--That garden, with the swan pond...is your family's? No one else uses it?
[Of course a Dalish wouldn't know. Bene's eyes flit over the markings on Beleth's face as though confirming it to himself; some elves would know how things work, but clearly not the savage ones.]
The gardeners take care of it. And grow flowers and things. [All decorative, farming is for the poors.]
[ Decorative gardens aren't beyond Beleth's understanding, she's seen plenty by now. But they were all open to the public, for taking walks with your friends, picnics, people watching. The idea that she's having trouble wrapping her head around, is why someone would make one of those, and then forbid anyone but their family from enjoying it.
She doesn't miss the way he looks at her face, though it's hard to tell if it's her tattoos, or maybe her eyes, or maybe he just thinks that she looks nice. Or ugly. The look on his face isn't particularly positive. ]
Well, I suppose...it might be nice to have a private place to take your friends? So you can enjoy the scenery, and each other's company, without having to worry about other people ruining the moment...?
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[That's probably a given, but continuing to talk is important at the moment.]
Gardens. We have a big garden, with a swan pond and flowers and things. I haven't ever been to the public ones.
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--That garden, with the swan pond...is your family's? No one else uses it?
...Is that normal in Minrathous?
[ What the FUCK. ]
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Yes, it's ours. People can't just wander onto the estate.
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...What do you do, with all that space that's just for you? Do you grow things, or have animals--besides swans.
[ Do they eat the swans? Swans are a lot of hassle for not a lot of meat, but maybe it's a Minrathous delicacy? ]
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The gardeners take care of it. And grow flowers and things. [All decorative, farming is for the poors.]
It's for walking around. And looking at.
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She doesn't miss the way he looks at her face, though it's hard to tell if it's her tattoos, or maybe her eyes, or maybe he just thinks that she looks nice. Or ugly.
The look on his face isn't particularly positive. ]
Well, I suppose...it might be nice to have a private place to take your friends? So you can enjoy the scenery, and each other's company, without having to worry about other people ruining the moment...?
[ She's trying to understand, here. ]