I'd but smell the growing things

[eolasemah]

WHO: Siuona and [your face here]
WHAT: Let's check out this here garden!
WHEN: After more or less everyone has arrived at Skyhold.
WHERE: Skyhold garden
NOTES: Open to all!



It was a quiet, chilly morning when Siuona felt strong enough to leave her tent among the healers. With a warm woven halla shawl around her shoulders and slippers on her pale feet, she bundled her belongings in a corner of the tent and secreted herself away to the courtyard where she knew the communal garden to be.

Over the course of her convalescence, Sina had become increasingly homesick for the wooded Free Marches, and had felt her spirits weakening to a point where she knew, from the healer's perspective, that it would affect her recovery if she didn't find a way to occupy herself.
'You're so dramatic', she scoffed under her breath in muttered Elvhen, tugging the shawl around herself as she made her way through the dark, drafty hall and through the archway into the cloister. 'Have some self-sufficiency.'

Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of all the vegetation; having spent the last several weeks tromping around in snow-covered mountains and then wallowing inside a tent inside impassible stone walls, the sight of greenery was enough to bring a sudden rush of tears to her eyes.

Shivering from the chill and her lingering weakness, Sina approached the rows of pots and sat by what she knew to be elfroot, tenderly running her fingers over the leaves, mopping absently at her still-streaming eyes with the sleeve of her tunic. It wasn't until she had refocused her gaze on the elfroot, and really looked at it, that she abruptly noticed something strange.

Why was so much of it missing, and so ineloquently clipped?

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[eolasemah]

Sina laughed lightly, but quieted it in another sip of her tea. "Rashvine is reddish, it hangs from rocks and walls usually," she explained, "and spindleweed grows in marshes and riverbanks. You'll know it when you see it."

[nadasharillen]

"Marshes..." she repeated, her smile fading into a more serious line. Nahariel rubbed her arm, and then sat down again so she could be level with Sina. The ground was chilly and hard.

"Sina, da'halla, I've heard a few things, and I think they need scouts to go to the mire south of the Hinterlands, and I--" her words started coming in a rush of explanation, "--do you want me to stay until you're better? Or at least sit this mission out? No-one would blame us. We could work on the garden--that's still doing something to help." The hunter smiled quickly, self-consciously, but her eyes betrayed her uncertainty.

[eolasemah]

Sina listened, and then she reached forward to gently take Nari's hand, her own warmed by the teacup. "Do what's right," she said softly, "I'll be fine." She smiled, the slightest glint of mischief in her eyes. "...and this way you can bring me spindleweed."

[nadasharillen]

Nahariel laughed, obviously relieved, and gave her friend's tea-warmed hand a squeeze. "I'll bring you so much spindleweed you'll be using it to stuff pillows."

Still smiling, she settled into a more comfortable position, leaning her shoulder gently against Sina's. "So. Tell me how this garden will look when we're finished."

[eolasemah]

With an infrequently-heard giggle, Sina angled herself to rest her head on Nari's shoulder, still cupping the tea in both hands in her lap. "It will look like a green place ought to," she mused, her grey eyes wandering over the courtyard, "...so thick with vegetation that we won't even see the walls anymore." She lifted her head just enough to take a sip, then rested it back down.
"It will be a place of life. And peace."

[nadasharillen]

Nari closed her eyes, and tilted her head to rest it on Sina's, warming her cheek against the other woman's hair. She reached an arm around to give her a quick hug.

"Life and peace. Sounds good," she replied, content to sit like that for a while, huddled in front of the straggling elfroot as if it were the hearthfires of Clan Dahlasanor in a less complicated time. After a few minutes spent in contemplation, she sighed.

"We have a little work to do before that, though. I thought you might end up here, so I got you these from the quartermaster--with a few changes," she said, pulling a pair of gloves from her belt and offering them to Sina. They were simple leather with a woolen lining for warmth and the fingertips removed--most likely by dagger, as it was slightly uneven work. A simple whipstitch made the edges less likely to unravel with use. "I know you like to touch the plants when you're working, so I cut the tips. This way your hands won't get cold while you're making everything grow."

[eolasemah]

Sina lifted her head wearily, and smiled with visible delight at the gloves presented to her. "Oh Nari," she gasped, "they're perfect." Immediately she pulled them on for the added warmth, and embraced her friend.
"Ma serranas, vhenan," she whispered, "I will miss you so when you're away."

[nadasharillen]

"Don't worry," Nari replied, with more confidence than she felt, "it'll be just like the long hunts." Except the rest of the clan won't be there; she'll be alone. Clan Ashara is here too, I guess?

"Did you... meet anyone from the other Clan yet?"

[eolasemah]

Sina's head remained on Nari's shoulder, but she shook it. (gonna say at this point she hasn't yet) "I'll be all right," she assured her nonetheless, "I'll find a way to keep busy."