[open] we are bound for an unknown destination

[eolasemah]

WHO: Sina and you!
WHAT: General open; Sina has had some bad news, but is choosing not to dwell on it in favor of throwing herself back into her work within the Keep.
WHEN: throughout Bloomingtide
WHERE: Skyhold, always Skyhold
NOTES: Likely some death and illness related stuff. Anything else will be added as we go!



i. the battlements

The expedition is leaving for the Western Approach, as they do. A small, solitary elf stands atop the battlements facing the bridge, waving wistfully, watching them go as she has each time her friends have gone off on Inquisition business.
It is likely Sina will never go with them. It is likely she will never leave Skyhold at all.

She continues to stand there, looking out at the Frostbacks, long after the procession has gone.

ii. the healing tents

Now that she's back on her feet for the most part, after being knocked off them by malady after plague after injury, Sina has devoted her skills to the healing tents. Although the garden is still her preferred place to work, she finds that she doesn't want to be alone, and instead immerses herself in the highly social and mentally busying task of tending to the sick.
Despite being a mage, her assistance is mostly herbal. One never knows what might happen, if she should use her magic too much.

iii. the garden

Sina does still take time to rest and enjoy the garden, sometimes planting and trimming and harvesting, other times simply sitting still and silent on a bench as the evening settles around her.

iv. the library

Often seen either in the vicinity of or working on something for Pel or Adelaide, Sina will tuck herself up by one of the windows, books surrounding her and her thin hands splotched with ink as she takes notes. She tends to be in better spirits at these times, always cheered by the impenetrable complexity of various runes and inscriptions in need of translation.
She's not even that good at it, she just enjoys the puzzle.

v. wildcard

you know how this works

Comments

[fightingale]

"I would," Leliana replies, and surprises even herself with it. Whimiscal indulgences might, however, have their place in trying to gain (re-gain? earn?) the trust of the Dalish and the other elves following Galadriel and everything else in history, and so she does not overly chastise herself.

"Are they a favourite of yours?"

[eolasemah]

Sina shakes her head with a shrug and a grin. "I wasn't familiar with them before I arrived," she admits, "we scarcely have time to plant creeping vines where we set up camp, and... well, I'm not sure if there's a use for these." She beckons Leliana over as she goes toward the gazebo, which has a small, viney growth about two feet up. "But they're pretty. And I've never grown anything just because it's pretty, so it's... a bit of a joke, I suppose." She smiles at the vines, resting her hands against the pillar that bears them. "...but I like them. I think they'll make the garden look nice."

[fightingale]

"Planting things for pleasure is one of the joys of freedom, I think. To have the time and the opportunity for beauty over pragmatism alone is not to be overlooked."

For others, of course, not for herself. She has the opportunity and the time. She has the priviledge, it could be said. She must look to other things, but Sina has lived a very different life to Leliana.

"They will indeed. Wisteria are exquisite - I am not convinced you could have made a finer choice."

[eolasemah]

"Freedom," Sina echoes thoughtfully. She'd never considered that word before, in this context. But perhaps Leliana didn't mean it the way Sina is inclined to interpret it.
She beams in response to the woman's compliment, straightening a bit, perhaps even blushing a little. "Do you have any favorites? I could find a place for them."

[fightingale]

"Me?"

The question rather surprises her, but hardly requires much thought. "Andraste's Grace," she allows. "I am very fond of Andraste's Grace."

Zevran had gifted her with some in a pot for the Rookery a time ago, but when the Anders betrayal occurred it had angered her to have something she adored reminding her of such a betrayal, and she had it removed. Quite where it was now, however, was a mystery.

[eolasemah]

"Andraste's Grace," Sina repeats, thinking back. "...I'm not sure I know of it, but perhaps I simply know it by a different name." Like anyone in her clan would actually name a thing after Andraste.

"I'll see what I can do," she says quietly, a bit playfully.

[fightingale]

"Perhaps," Leliana agrees, smile a little wry. "I am afraid that is the only one I know it by. I did see it growing in the Brecilian Forest when we visited it during the Blight."

She senses more than hears one of her scouts approaching - Bonheur, an elvhen woman with pale blonde hair - and they exchange a nod before Leliana looks to Sina. "I am afraid business calls me elsewhere. Perhaps we can speak another time, Sina." A pause, and then, "Do let me know how you go with the flowers."

[eolasemah]

"Another time," Sina agrees, and lifts a thin hand in farewell. "I will."

[fightingale]

Leliana's farewell is silent, a nod and a not-smile before she moves away.