Moonspear Synesthesia

In the silence that stretched between them as his last words hung in the air, Floki began to calm. He took a sharp breath in through his nostrils, exhaling it quietly from between his lips. He wasn't all that angry -- just irritated, really -- but just as he had avoided interacting with Tevinter, he had taken steps not to talk about the situation, either. So, when Wildfire opened the flood gates, it all came pouring out.

He shook his head as she backpedaled and apologized, clearly rattled by his reaction. "It's okay, I know what you're saying. It's just so frustrating and I guess I can't help but get mad when I think about it," he said, his voice still taut with unspoken exasperation. Nothing that she had said had indicated that she was opposing Floki; she had simply delivered the information shared with her by Tevinter. There was no need to shoot the messenger, he realized.

"I'm not mad at you, I promise. It's not like you did anything wrong," he added with the best reassuring smile he could manage.