faderift | Player Plot: I will call you home

WHO: Beleth, Cyril, Merrick, and Ellana Ashara, Thranduil, Sina Dahlasanor, Metaari, Sam Gareth, Kallian Endris, Alistair and Ruby i think??? whoever wants to go
WHAT: Keeping Up With The Asharas, the reality tv show
WHEN: Backdatedish, around mid-kingsway
WHERE: The Heartlands of Orlais
NOTES: OOC post

Tel'enfenim, da'len
Irassal ma ghilas
Ma garas mir renan
Ara ma'athlan vhenas
Ara ma'athlan vhenas

Never fear, little one,
Wherever you shall go.
Follow my voice--
I will call you home.
I will call you home.

Clan Ashara currently resides in a small valley nestled into the mountains, that seems idyllic for a Dalish clan. A stream runs through the valley, descending into a waterfall with the steep cliffs on one side, and sheer mountain walls going straight up on two other sides. The only way in and out is through a gap big enough to lead several aravels through. It's a defensible position, safe from any threats.

Except the fade rift that has opened up just a little ways from the gap.

The hunters can handle the demons spewing from it well enough, and there are always a couple stationed there to pick off whatever appears. But it's too dangerous to lead the aravels and noncombatants through, and thus, they are forced to wait.

To compound the issue, there's a village close to where they're currently staying, and while both sides have kept to themselves, neither are pleased with the current situation. They've helped get a message to the Inquisition in hopes that someone will come take care of the problem, and now both are tensely waiting for something to happen to change the situation, for better or worse.

And so the members of Clan Ashara, with their friends in tow, return back to their clan.

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An unexpected missive calls Sina to visit yet another clan, and somewhat urgently at that-- it's Inquisition business, and there's a need for her specific brand of diplomacy. She stays long enough to provision herself for the half-day or so journey, and borrows a horse from a present member of the Inquisition. She'll be sending it back on arrival, assuming it knows which way to go, since she understands that she and Pel and Herian will be making their way back to Skyhold on foot.
A good part of the morning is spent packing with haste but care, and saying temporary goodbyes to those she'll see back at Skyhold. Clan Ashara receives more formal goodbyes, and a promise of her continued attention and assistance, should they need it.

"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?"

Nahariel's ears, on the whole, were not the drooping sort; but one could be forgiven for thinking the tips a little closer to the ground as she helped her clansister to put together a few small light packs.

"I'll be fine," Sina said with a grin, "it's bad enough I have to leave Isen and the rest, I don't want to cut your visit with them short too." She had been in high spirits lately, and fairly good health, all things considered.
"I just wish I could stay longer. But I suppose the Inquisition will want to hear back quickly." Not to mention, there may or may not have been something here with Clan Ashara that made her a little less reluctant to leave-- she had a lot to think about, and the more distance she got, the easier that would be.

"It is... really nice to spend time with them," Nari admitted grudgingly. She tucked a small bag of elfroot into one of the remaining corners of the pack and then stared at it critically for a while, making sure there wasn't any wasted space.

"Do you know what this is about?" Even if she wasn't going, she couldn't help wanting some idea of what Sina was walking into. "Mediation between clans and shem? Or... the Inquisition isn't coming into conflict with the People, is it?"

"I haven't heard all the details," Sina admits, "but it's to do with a clan that's been attacking Inquisition caravans. I'm hoping we can calm them somewhat, perhaps convince them their lands aren't in danger."
And people have died, she thinks, but how is that different? Their own clan kills shems that venture too near, she can't condemn another clan for doing the same thing.
"I'm of the understanding that we'll have a chat, maybe bargain a little, and be on our way."

"Ah. Maybe they don't know some of the Clans are working with the Inquisition. They think it's just another round of shem--same as usual." Nahariel thinned her lips, thinking along much the same lines as her clansister. Then hoping that Sina's First's robes and the delicate tiara of Ghilan'nain's vallaslin would prove enough to quickly identify her to them.

If not...

Well. She decided there was room for a little more elfroot in the pack she'd closed, and fiddled with the strings to re-open it.

"I imagine that's so," Sina agrees. "we'll try to help them understand that... that the Inquisition isn't necessarily dangerous to us. And has actually proven helpful." Her eyes drift to watch Nari sneak in more elfroot, and she smiles, going over to embrace her tightly.
"I'll see you soon," she murmurs, "back at Skyhold, after both our missions are complete."

Nahariel returns the hug with a quick, fierce one of her own, and then re-ties the pack, patting it with an air of finality.

"At Skyhold, then. I'll make sure to make your farewells again to Isen, Nymii, and Sedi for you, when we part," Nari says, giving Sina's shoulder a squeeze. She raises a hand in farewell, and turns to leave... but quickly spins on her heel. "Oh!" she exclaims, "I meant to ask." The hunter patted her belt pouch, smiled as she was answered by the sound of crinkling paper, and pulled out a small parcel.

"I brought some seeds from the Skyhold garden to send home," she explained, unwrapping a letter from around it. "I don't know if they'll grow in the forest, but we might as well try. Would you mind writing down some cultivation notes to send along?"

"Serannas,"" Sina murmurs, pressing a kiss to Nari's face as she steps back. "Oh!"
Taking the parcel, she inspects it with a grin. "I don't have time right now-- I must be on my way-- but I'll send them with my next letter to the Keeper." She hands it back. "You're so thoughtful, vhenan."
Leading the horse toward a stump, she steps atop it and clumsily swings her leg over to mount, still a bit awkward at riding but getting the hang of it. It's a necessity, these days.

"I'll see you back at Skyhold," she says with a wave, "daleth shiral, my friend."

Nari nods and tucks the parcel back into her pouch, making a mental note to include a few lines to that effect before handing it off. Dahlasanor could wait to plant--after all, winter was coming.

As Sina struggles a bit with her seat, Nari reaches to help guide the foot closest to her to its proper place in the stirrup, looking up with a grin.

"Dareth shiral, da'halla. I'll see you soon," she replied. After the horse moved away, the hunter sat on the stump and watched until her clansister was out of sight.

A touch of foreboding made her cross her arms and frown. But no. She shook her head.

Everything was going to be fine.

Player Plot: I will call you home

Sina Leaves Early

awooo

noooo

i want tooooo

I'm the alpha

i knoooooow

Re: i knoooooow

play now :(

III'M REAAALLY TIIIRED

you're rude