[open] we all live and breathe

[eolasemah]

WHO: Sina and yyyooooouuuu
WHAT: Miscellaneous early spring interactions!
WHEN: Drakonis-ish
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: get er while she's still kickin

The Healing Tents

Now that the weather is warming ever so slightly, and Sina is feeling ever so slightly better, she's throwing herself back into assisting the Inquisition's healers. Though she uses magic sometimes, for the most part she's helping out by providing poultices, herbal remedies, and a soothing bedside manner to the ailing patients, keeping herself busy and no longer focused on the anchor in her chest.

This is how she spends the majority of her afternoons, with the occasional break to rest. She's not in perfect health herself, and it's showing more than ever.
Though in most cases she just seats herself off to one side until her strength rebuilds, there have been one or two incidents in which she has very nearly collapsed and required assistance.
If this upsets her, she shows no sign of it, at least not in the moment.

The Garden

Sina's early mornings to lunchtime are spent planting, trimming, and checking the progress of her various charges. They're starting to bud, which concerns her somewhat since frost is still very much a problem, but some coaxing (and perhaps the tiniest use of Keeper magic) keeps things moving along in a healthy and otherwise undisturbed manner.

She can be found here in the evenings as well, sitting outside her tent, sometimes with Nahariel, wrapped in a blanket and enjoying a cup of tea. She's come to think of the garden as home, it being the greenest place in Skyhold.

Elsewhere

There are times Sina can be encountered with her basket of herbs, making deliveries to the various offices and people requesting medicinal teas, or just in transit from one place to another. It's actually quite rare to find her inside the Keep itself, as the stone enclosures make her nervous, but she does have to pass through every so often.
Hippie.

Comments

[arcaneadvisor]

Months have passed since Morrigan and Sina first met, months in which much has changed within Skyhold; things have come to light, so many elves are recovering their history, Orlais might usher in new change if that sticks but there are a few constants. Generally Morrigan puts in a request with a runner for things to be brought to her but she'd rather go to the source for this.

(The raven bearing the request was her, whether Sina knows that or not.)

The door is ajar to let in air and light, Morrigan's office not far from the gardens as it stands. Various plants from the Wilds are growing by the windows, her desk is the same organised chaos as ever, and there Morrigan herself sits, seemingly expecting company.

[eolasemah]

Sina arrives as requested, seeming a little uneasy as she tends to when inside, but not debilitatingly so. With her basket tucked under her arm, she smiles pleasantly at Morrigan and enters.

[arcaneadvisor]

"You may leave the door, if you prefer." Morrigan shuts it so she won't be disturbed mostly, a consequence of having a study by the gardens where there are so many people coming and going at all times. Too many Chantry biddies for her liking who would dearly love to poke around if only to be scandalised.

"I trust you are recovered from all that came before?" She indicates to the seat on the other side of the desk, as if she doesn't make an attempt to keep tabs on Skyhold's Dalish mages at the very least.

[eolasemah]

'All recovered' is a generous assessment, but Sina does look... at least a little better than she has, if only because her spirits have lifted somewhat. She enters calmly, basket tucked under her arm as she approaches the indicated seat.
"Serannas," she says, a bit breathily, and takes a seat with a small sigh. "I've been well enough."

[arcaneadvisor]

"There are questions I have, and you are still First of Clan Dahlasanor as I understand it." Still a Dalish mage of a clan unlike Ellana or Pel who have both chosen their own paths and made that plain enough.

"When we spoke previously, I believe I asked of your clan though we did not speak so much as we might." Sina having opened a rift in Skyhold without meaning and having been ill from it, Morrigan the stranger studying the lore and magic of the elves. "It occurs that I did not ask where your clan spent most of their time that I might tell if it is a place I have been on mine own travels or not."

[eolasemah]

Still. Yes, Sina is among the only remaining Dalish to stay true to her clan. She nods, a bit hesitantly-- it's not that she doesn't trust Morrigan, it's more just that... Morrigan is a shem, and above all other things Sina learned as a child was to never give the clan away, even if she should become lost.
"North of the Waking Sea," she replies instead, politely. It's a broad enough range that no one could root them out without a lot of effort.

[arcaneadvisor]

North of the Waking Sea narrows it down somewhat to Nevarra or the Free Marches since Morrigan has been in and around Orlais long enough to keep a track of such things. "Many clans seem to have roamed there in the past several years, though the Blight may have moved some sooner and further than they had otherwise intended." Dalish elves, after all, could look for little help during a Blight.

Zathrian's clan had been...well, it had been what it was, had it not?

"Was there much you encountered? Some clans are more concerned with hunting down their history than others but Orlais has the Exalted Plains and the Emerald Graves, and of course Halamshiral. The time I spent there and I have not studied all that I might but a clan must move on often." She phrases it carefully enough but Morrigan had a luxury in being human as well as having Celene's patronage. "That and who might notice a raven or a wolf slipping past them."

[eolasemah]

Still inclined to be somewhat tight-lipped on the matter, Sina attempts to silently suss out the woman's meaning. "No humans, if that's what you mean," she replies, "at least not in my lifetime. ...none who very numerous or lived very long, anyway." She glances furtively from side to side. "My clan encountered far too many at once before I was born, and for that reason less than a quarter yet remain."

morrigan can u not with ridiculous prose

[arcaneadvisor]

"Your history is what I spoke of. I had little reason to venture to the Free Marches, none at all until the Inquisition required that I travel to Kirkwall and then further to Vimmark. Sundermount...perhaps I shall see it, in time. When Kieran is a little older for the dark things that lurk there." When she can be more sure of the rumours of her mother for the Tale of the Champion didn't please Morrigan's ear; much of it was nonsense but when it comes to Flemeth she takes what she can, sifts through it all, tries her very best to hold it in mind as she resists the urge to look over her shoulder. "There are ruins in the Brecilian Forest I have seen with my own eyes and Orlais as I spoke of but I had wondered if there was much in the Free Marches at all - the ancient elves did not leave roads the way others did. There is no elven equivalent of the Imperial Highway."

Or perhaps there is. Perhaps it is the river of blood and the road of bones they walk upon, how they silently trod up and down corpses each and every day in this world without a second thought on the matter unless they actively think about it. But Sina's health is a delicate matter, Morrigan's study has rare and precious things within, and she would rather not chance some reaction with what sits in her chest and what it might open to allow in.

An attack by humans is unsurprising to hear, not really. It's one of those things everyone knows. Her eyes do widen though at the thought of how many must have been lost. "So few remain? I am all the more surprised the Keeper would send her First though with your mark she had little choice but to send a First of a small clan...tis no small thing."

[eolasemah]

Sundermount. The name of the place is still enough to send chills down Sina's spine, even though she knows Merrill now, and knows what truly became of Clan Sabrae. It's still not a nice place, not a place a clan wants to settle if they know what's good for them. Not after that.
"You're right, it isn't," she confirms, still a bit warily, "it was our only choice. At least they have a chance of getting their First back, rather than watching her die in front of them." Instead, she muses, she's dying away from them, but stops the thought. She'll see them again.

[arcaneadvisor]

"You plan to return to them then." Morrigan does have her doubts. Those with a mark are all rather limited in their movements and if that will ever change remains to be seen after all but she can perhaps give Sina something more positive to dwell upon than her own mortality. "You will be armed with much more than you left with from being here. There is much that has been learned and recovered thus far, more to come now that the war allows us to venture further afield than before with support. Doors open where before they were locked too tight for even for the most talented of rogues and their lockpicks. What has been seen here is not a thing that must be forgotten. A clan travels. A clan can spread tales and knowledge that it might be remembered."

The Dalish, she hopes, have a more vested interest than some in keeping some of her shared interests alive.

[eolasemah]

Maybe so, but Sina can't help but feel suspicious of a human who shows so much interest in their culture.
"I'm not certain I follow," she says, politely but not too warmly. What business is it of Morrigan's what the clans do or don't spread?