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[closed-ish] we live and dream in an ancient hallowed land
WHO: Sina with Nari, and with Korrin and Araceli (let me know if you want a specific starter)
WHAT: the aftermath of this thread
WHEN: the following night and a few days after
WHERE: the Dahlasanor tent, the tavern, wherever others want
NOTES:The third prompt is open to all!
WHAT: the aftermath of this thread
WHEN: the following night and a few days after
WHERE: the Dahlasanor tent, the tavern, wherever others want
NOTES:The third prompt is open to all!
Directly after her argument with Pel, Sina made a beeline for the tent she shared with Nahariel and all but dove inside, immediately flattening herself against her bedroll and burying her face in her modest pillow. Small, angry crying sounds emanated. (Nari)
The following day, Sina went to the tavern of her own volition for the first time. Not to drink, of course; perhaps it was because it was the last place anyone would look for her. She sat by a window with a cup of tea, her knees drawn up to her chest, melancholy emanating from her very being. (Korrin + Araceli)
Over the next few days, she could be found ghosting around Skyhold, avoiding most people, particularly Clan Ashara. When not out and about, she threw herself into her gardening with a tenacity unusual even to her. (errbody else)
lmk if this works!
He turned at the sound, doing a double take when he realized who its source was. Now that he thought of it, he hadn't spoken to Sina in a day or two, though he'd seen her once or twice from a distance. She'd always seemed fully immersed in her work, and he'd shied away from interrupting her.
Now, though, she was positively glaring down at the dirt, yanking a weed out by the roots, and from the looks of things, about to either start smashing things or burst into tears (and Sam knew bursting into tears). He hurried over, still feeling reluctant to disturb her if she didn't want it, but unable to simply sit by and do nothing.
"Miss Sina...Miss Sina!" He dropped to one knee beside her, peering at her with unmasked concern. "Are you all right?"
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"Ir abelas," she said in a quavering voice, and lowered her head to stare at the weeds she'd been decimating. "It's all right, Sam, don't worry about it."
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"Now that's just rot - begging your pardon," he tells her, his tone half firm and half comforting. "There's something upsetting you, and has been for days, if I had to guess. Now if you don't want to say what it is, well, that's one thing; but don't pretend like it's all right when anyone with two eyes can see that it's not."
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"The..." she stammers, "the elves... of Thedas are... we're dying off, we have been for centuries." She wipes her eyes again, streaking her face with more dirt. "The old ways, we don't-- we don't even know what they are, really, because the humans killed so many of us. And I...." She takes a deep breath, tears still streaming. "...I'm a First of my clan, my life is devoted to... to preventing this. But all around me I see it happening, even other elves, just ... forgetting. Not caring. I don't know what to do. And I'm so far from home."
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He frowns. Much of what Sina says still doesn't make much sense to him; he doesn't know what a First is, or why this should be her burden to bear. But she's crying now, and that won't do at all. Hesitantly, he reaches a hand out and places it gently on her shoulder.
"Now don't cry," he tells her, his voice kindly. "It seems to me you care an awful lot: enough to make up for any elf that doesn't. As for not knowing how things used to be done, well, there's naught to do about that now. All you can do is protect what you do know, and make sure people remember it for a long time to come."
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"There is so much to do, though," she says weakly, "there are ruins, and there are texts and paintings here and there, and we're trying. We're... she's trying." This last piece comes out like a revelation, but her brow only knits in her further dismay.
"I'm sorry." She drops her gaze, and then her hand, after giving his a squeeze, "here I am going on, and... here you are, probably thinking this all sounds very trite in comparison to what you're dealing with." She smiles self-consciously.
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He lets his hand slip from her shoulder when she lets him go, shaking his head emphatically.
"No no no - of course not!" He grasps her hand in both his own, not thinking about how forward it is; he just needs her to hear him. "Don't you worry about me none. Why, if people are really forgetting the Elves..." He trails off, thinking of it. All those stories he'd heard from Mr. Bilbo, and then actually seeing the Elves in Rivendell and Lothlorien...Things are different here, he knows, but the thought of the Elves of Thedas forgetting who they once were still sends a chill through his heart.
"We'll just have to work at it, then," he says, with sudden determination. "I'll help! If we work together...why, it won't be as bad as all that. You'll see!"
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Even elves don't seem to care about elves anymore, and here is a... well someone else, from a place that isn't even Thedas, enthusiastically pledging to assist her. Sina removes her hands from his grip only so she can fling herself at him in a tight hug.
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"Of course I will," he assures her, warmly. "As much as I can. And that's a promise!"