Maxwell didn't respond for a moment, caught up in the cotton candy as if he too were suddenly a child again. A boy again, with his brother, chasing snowflakes and letting them burn to nothing on their faces and tongues.
The puff of candy melted similarly, and sugar and sweetness, but still grit between his teeth when he chewed.
It was silly, he knew, but he couldn't help himself.
Smiling distantly to himself, he focused back on Bayard.
"No, Tabris was born that way, as all elves are." He set the handle of his cotton candy in an empty champagne flute, the carded cone tinking against the bottom as he brushed his hands off. "Their a race of people in Thedas. There are humans, like myself and many of the others here; elves; the Qunari, that's what Iron Bull is; and dwarves."
It was something of a simplified explanation, but Maxwell didn't think he really need to get too deep into all the details and complications of race and politics in Thedas at the moment. Mages and apostates and Tal Vashoth....
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The puff of candy melted similarly, and sugar and sweetness, but still grit between his teeth when he chewed.
It was silly, he knew, but he couldn't help himself.
Smiling distantly to himself, he focused back on Bayard.
"No, Tabris was born that way, as all elves are." He set the handle of his cotton candy in an empty champagne flute, the carded cone tinking against the bottom as he brushed his hands off. "Their a race of people in Thedas. There are humans, like myself and many of the others here; elves; the Qunari, that's what Iron Bull is; and dwarves."
It was something of a simplified explanation, but Maxwell didn't think he really need to get too deep into all the details and complications of race and politics in Thedas at the moment. Mages and apostates and Tal Vashoth....
Slaves had been more than enough for one night.