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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]She had gotten promoted.
    Promoted, as a notion, was something Minaiben didn't understand. Back home, there were ways to become respected; be good at your craft, be one of the elders, be the Keeper or the Keeper's Second. Minaiben had no craft, was still a teenager (rambunctiously so), and had no magic. She was always an odd child, and had resigned herself to a life as a troublemaker, since obviously no one was going to give her any smidgen of power nor responsibility. She wasn't cut out for it - she chose not to think, chose to deny everything that could affect her negatively, chose to just... live in this constant state of the present, trying to deny past and future both. Her brother was the thoughtful one, she just lived on reactions, and kept her more complex thoughts to herself, bottling things up eternally. This... wasn't what she was doing now.


    The young halla was pacing outside of camp, her head dipping and tossing now and again as though she were trying to physically shake her troubling thoughts from her mind. It wasn't working though, and instead she ruminated on a troubling development: she had gotten promoted.
    Others might have taken it in stride, accepted the position with grace and pride and whatever else regular members did. But not Minaiben, oh no - she was horrified, anxious and worried all at the same time. It writhed in her gut, clenching her insides and trying to inspire her to curl up in a hole and never move for the entirety of her life.
    She wasn't nervous, or so she thought. In all honesty, she wasn't half as sure as she thought she was, and her head swam with all the ways this could go wrong.
    "Ma halani. Fenedhis."
    She swore, knowing full well no one would understand but not caring regardless. She didn't see herself being comforted, because why would you comfort someone who was rewarded? It was stupid, it was dumb, and she believed herself both things for being so worried about all of this. Her hooves placed themselves one in front of the other, scuffing up the same dirt she had been pacing for the last fifteen minutes. Her head was held low, and occasionally she'd mutter to herself, usually in a Dalish dialect, once in a while with a common curse or something about 'this is going to go so wrong' or 'definitely wrong'. She was going in circles around one of those she called rivals: a tree. The path she wore into the dirt was a clear circle, and it seemed Minaiben had no plans to stop herself from pacing.


    [color=#4dd5cc]"I don't get it."

    		 She admitted, mournfully. Her brown eyes were distant, fogged over with anxious thought and staring at nothing in particular. Her face was pulled into a frown otherwise strange to see on the young Lavellan's features, so often full of joy or at least energy. There was a palpable amount of worry that she felt she could scoop and serve to everyone in the clan and still have enough.
    For now though, she'd continue pacing, trying to walk out the tension in her chest, the tightening of her lungs.




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    DEZERAY
    getting high and getting wrecked


    Dezeray had just been futzing about when she heard someone's voice. No, not someone's voice. Minaiben's. But, the tone of voice sounded sad, and that just really didn't add up. Minaiben plus being sad equaled that's impossible in Dez's brain. The elk/halla always seemed so happy. And carefree, y'know? But, eh, Dezeray didn't know her all that well. Sure, she considered Minai like, a close acquaintance- no, scratch that. A friend? Yes, a friend. Sure. Better to be positive than not. For all Dezeray knew, Minaiben could have been faking her happiness all this time and was actually extremely depressed. Or, she could just be kinda distressed at the moment. Whatever the reason was, Dezeray was curious as to why the elk/halla sounded upset, and trotted close enough to see what Minaiben was doing. Oh. Pacing around a tree. Fuck, had Minaiben gone insane? Why was she saying she 'didn't get it?'- there was nothing to get about a tree. Dezeray decided to explain this to her, as gently as she could. "Uh, Minaiben... that's a tree. There's nothing to get about it." Dez said, tilting her head to one side. And then she was like, oh, hey- "Wait, are you upset about something else?" Never in a million years would Dezeray guess Minai was upset about her promotion. All the times Dez had been promoted, she had been really fucking excited.


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    The chihuahua seemed to be following Minai, although she really wasn't. It just seemed the two kept bumping into each other. Thankfully not literally, as Penny would be squashed by the Halla. Minaiben seems quite distressed at the moment, so Penny didn't verbalise any of her past thoughts. "I'd be happy to help, if you tell me what you don't get. And it won't cost you a thing!"
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]tAt Dezeray's approach, Minaiben stopped to stare at the bobcat, listening to her comment about trees being nothing to get upset about. First off, trees were definitely evil entities, and one day the roots would rise from the ground and make her into a tree as well. That's not how that worked but... she could worry about it. A huff escaped her snout, and she turned to leaned her head against the tree, naturally leaning on her antlers first and foremost. Her soft grumbling was a very good attempt at humour, even if she was worried.
    "Trees are evil - see, we fight them."
    She managed, emphasizing her comment by lightly dashing her antlers against the bark, not even hard enough to chip off any bits. At the next question, Minaiben groaned out loud like the overdramatic teenager that she was, shutting her eyes and grumbling.
    "I got promoted."


    As though that were the worst thing that could ever happen to her. The newly made Joint raised her head as Penny showed up, and she spoke louder this time, inserting her melodrama into the tone she was using to cry out in distress.
    [color=#4dd5cc]"I don't understand why anyone thinks I should have responsibility ever - I just mess stuff up! I'm not good at anything, I just sort of show up and then... flail. Awkwardly."

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    "Allow me to elucidate a few things for you, then," the lion offered, although he, of course, was not going to wait for consent- it had been but a turn of phrase that he used for the sake of etiquette. One could take the man from Tevinter, but not Tevinter from the man, or something of the sort. "A joint is a stepping stone. You were promoted because Christian, and others among us, see promise within you, and the best way to cultivate promise is to test it. Should you handle well the responsibilities of a joint, which are to maintain morale and to welcome new members among other things, then it proves you are more prepared than you believe yourself to be, and that you could handle a greater amount as well. From what we have seen, Minaiben, your 'awkward flailing', as you put it, has suitably charmed people. As I mentioned, the role of a joint is a rather social one."
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]Minaiben listened carefully to Dorian, ears flicking forwards to try and focus. What he said... made sense in theory - she could understand the process by which they chose her, she was just unable to understand why. She didn't charm people, she was tolerated by them, at least in her mind. She opened her mouth to protest, but then shut it almost immediately.
    [color=#4dd5cc]"... okay."

    		 She mumbled, childishly of course. She was barely an adult by elk standards (well technically not even close) and held onto her naïveté like a lifeline. Minaiben did generally trust Dorian's words though, because he seemed to know what he was doing, so the halla simply mumbled and leaned against the tree again.
    [color=#4dd5cc]"I won't be nice to tree people though. If there are walking trees, I quit."




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    The virus had been listening quite intently, gaze clouded. This amount of emotion didn't compute with the virus. He didn't have the processing power to understand it.

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