Cadash Thaig and the Lights of Arlathan

[mythalenaste]

WHO: Sina, Velanna, Morrigan, Shale, Katniss, and Pel
WHAT: Finding an ancient elven magic and the history of a dwarven thaig.
WHEN: Forward-dated to the 17th
WHERE: Cadash Thaig
NOTES: Some violence, but only against darkspawn. Well. Darkspawn are a warning too.

The journey to the thaig provides few encounters with darkspawn, which are handily dealt with. That's the best thing to be said about it. Pel has never been in the Deep Roads before. It's actually sort of nice, she thinks. In the Deep Roads, there are usually only two directions from which you can be attacked. There's something reassuring and secure about that. It's also missing sounds of life, aside from life that wants to kill you. Fewer guessing games to be played about what caused that sound. Other than that, it's a bleak, dead place with occasional breathtaking architecture. Modern elves don't really have architecture. It's fascinating to see it, when she can.

They arrive at the thaig and it's...surprisingly green. How in the world a place that has never seen the sun can have this much green, she has no idea. There's no mistaking it for the surface, of course, but it's a comforting color to see.

Comments

The Journey Down and Across

[eolasemah]

It took some coaxing for Sina to be all right with leaving Skyhold, and she's still rightfully wary of her health and all the other things that could potentially go wrong. On the bright side, they're never fully in the dark, because her shard illuminates every space she's in far better than any torch could. On the... not bright side, the same shard is also a beacon alerting everything nearby to her (their) presence.

As loathe as she is to accept it, there are times when Sina is too tired and in too much pain to walk without slowing everyone down. At these times, it's likely she is carried by a member of the party. Luckily, being that she's very small of stature and can't seem to keep any meat on her bones, piggyback rides likely don't prove too taxing for the piggy.

At camp, she mostly sits by the fire for what little warmth she can absorb, doing her best to make herself useful by recording their journey and taking stock of their medical supplies. She has a packet of tea for every minor ailment, from aches and pains to stomach trouble to restless sleep. Naturally, she's more than happy to share, feeling it's the least she can do to pull her weight among the others.