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The Annulment at Dairsmuid
WHO: Araceli Bonaventura, Korrin Ataash, Malcolm Reynolds, The Outsider, Aleron Darton, Kas, Anders, Malcolm Reed, James Norrington, Ellana Ashara, James Kirk; Rivaini npcs
WHAT: The Annulment at Dairsmuid; arriving at Rivain to meet with Araceli and her mage contacts that requested aid from Templars hunting them down. When Araceli goes to bring the group to her contacts, they're informed that the Templars have abducted the mages forcing the team to return to the Circle at Dairsmuid to rescue them and kill the Templars responsible
WHEN: 15th-20th Solace
WHERE: Rivain; Dairsmuid
NOTES: OOC posts here and here, sending crystal announcement; violence, discussions of annulment, probably going to need warnings for language; I'll edit as I go, if people can bring things to my attention, I would appreciate it
Starters will all be below, subjects in headers
WHAT: The Annulment at Dairsmuid; arriving at Rivain to meet with Araceli and her mage contacts that requested aid from Templars hunting them down. When Araceli goes to bring the group to her contacts, they're informed that the Templars have abducted the mages forcing the team to return to the Circle at Dairsmuid to rescue them and kill the Templars responsible
WHEN: 15th-20th Solace
WHERE: Rivain; Dairsmuid
NOTES: OOC posts here and here, sending crystal announcement; violence, discussions of annulment, probably going to need warnings for language; I'll edit as I go, if people can bring things to my attention, I would appreciate it
Starters will all be below, subjects in headers
We of the Dairsmuid Circle wait now, behind barricades. I have sent word to our brother and sister mages of this outrage. When they break through, we will not die alone.
—Final journal entry of First Enchanter Rivella, slain in Dairsmuid, 9:40 Dragon
Contents;
Arrival at Dairsmuid
Meeting the Mage Contacts
Team Dungeon Crashers
Team Templar Crushers
Aftermath of the Rescue
Timestamp; Dairsmuid Adventures
Epilogue
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Ah, that's perfect. Not 'freeze your bits' off cold, but just enough to wake you up.
[She makes her way over before leaning down to brush her lips against Araceli.]
Happy birthday, kadan.
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I was so afraid I would be so far from the sea on this day. [With the water lapping against her body, she feels heavy and safe, feels like she's home; home is Castileos the same as home might be Orlais or Ferelden or Antiva, home is her mother's brothel where she took her lessons and learned to read between the lines or how to paint her face, home is the docks where she ran with thieves or learned to gamble with her father, home is where Marjani taught her how to wield rapiers and pistols.
But the sea is in her blood, and Araceli believes that same as she believes a mermaid swam so hard she created waves and seafoam hardened about her to make the moon. (She might be crying, but tears are just salt.)] We swim before we ever walk. Before we ever breathe. We swim and we return to the sea. We always return. Before the rift brought me here, I had never been so far from the sea where I couldn't see it or heart it or smell it or taste it, and I kept thinking: what happens when my birthday comes and I am still here? When I cannot go to the water and hold my breath until it burns, until I have to fight, until it's like being born all over again?
[The splash is quiet, no surprise that she's a strong and graceful swimmer, flipping back to her front to swim over again to face Korrin and tread water. Her smile it too bright, a smile that might go either way.]
I thought to myself, Araceli, maybe the sea will think you have forgotten it, that you no longer love it and it will no longer love you either.
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But this isn't about her, not when it's her kadan's birthday and her expression softens, knowing -as much as she can, for someone not Castilean- how important the sea is to her love. She closes in again, fingers curling around Araceli's own for gentle support.]
I can't imagine either being possible, kadan, not for you. The sea is in your soul, anyone can see that. It's what I love about you, that and so many other things. You know I'll fight anyone who keeps you from it, especially when you need it most.
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Now there's a record in Thedas, kept safe from harm.]
I wrote to her about how the moon was made, and how the waves were made. When she wrote to thank me she suggested I might enjoy tales of Rivain and here we are now. [Korrin won't repeat the story, she knows that but she can imagine that it isn't always easy for everyone to get along with the advisors, and that Korrin probably worries about what Araceli is going to have to do as a bard too.] I don't think she thought it would involve any of this but...the sea guides us where we need to go. To the places we must be, takes us to the people we must meet.
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[Korrin smile softly as she squeezes that hand, grateful every day that she decided to go south with some of the company instead of remaining behind. How different her life would be if they hadn't met, she doesn't want to dwell on ever. That Araceli is here now is more than enough, more than she could ever articulate.
She nods encouragingly at mention of Araceli telling Leliana about her people back home. The more the spymaster knows, the better she can understand her kadan. Besides, Araceli deserves to have that outlet. Too often she has to pretend to be Antivan rather than her true self, and the Vashoth woman can only imagine how wearying that must be.]
I'll gladly help you gather them, of course. Tama must have told you plenty already, but we can always get more. Ellana wants to visit a Rivaini Dalish settlement while we're here, so come with us. They might have a few tales they're willing to share, and they're bound to be different ones from the Dalish we already know.
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[The look the woman in the lingerie shop gave Ellana still boils her blood, the way she'd looked at her elven friend as if to say how dare she touch the corsets when they'd been shopping together. The awful conversation she'd had with Pel trying to pick through things that overlapped with parts of her life, about how to help when the world pushed back and you were damned if you did, damned if you didn't.
All the awful places to navigate when she knows them so well but there was only ever being human before and she can't ever say she understands their lives.]
We should head back in, your Tama keeps saying I'm going to grow scales and gills. Whenever she thinks I'm not looking she's inspecting me for them. [Araceli lets her since the woman didn't mind her just showing up on her doorstep after a few short letters of 'hello, I'm your granddaughter's kadan it's good if I crash here, right?' only more politely worded than that.] Beleth and I are trading songs when we get back to Skyhold too, to tell her of more might interest her.
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And yeah, that's another reason to prefer Rivain. At least people here aren't invested in being racist assholes. It's refreshing, being able to walk down a street and not be side-eyed or glared at for existing.
[And when they return, she's sure they'll be sent right back to Orlais because the Inquisition's work in the Empire is never done, apparently. But that's for later, and she tries to keep that from the forefront of her thoughts now. This is a beautiful moment and she won't ruin it.]
Have you two ever done a duet? I'd love to hear you both sing sometime.
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Antiva is the same in a lot of places, but the Chantry remains so we have to dance to the tune of Orlais. [She shrugs, beginning to swim back to shore, stopping to see if she can entice an octopus to play with her along the way because there are so many creatures in the sea that she misses, and The Outsider would adore this. Maybe not the nudity, but all the rest certainly.]
Actually only you, Zevran, and Church have heard me play. At least knowing it was me playing and singing. [Zevran because he came up on the roof where she was already playing, Church stumbled across her but then he asked if she'd play again, and Korrin has had the full progression from her tentative beginnings to someone much more confident now.] We'd need to find something we could agree on first.
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...Zevran I get, he knows how to play, but Church? [That's just so random, to her. Not that she dislikes the guy at all, or at least won't as long as he behaves himself around those dear to her.]
Hm, maybe we'll find something at that Rivaini camp. They might have all sorts of songs, and a nice blending of Dalish and Rivaini music. [Korrin shrugs, not able to say for certain, nor is she musically inclined herself so she has very little to suggest. But Beleth herself might have ideas.]
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We're friends, underneath everything he has a good heart. [He's seen a lot of pain too, more than anyone might expect for the way he carries himself and Araceli still wants to help him however she can.]
If the Rivaini Dalish live here, they must have to sail. All the best music comes from the sea. [Whatever, she's biased, like anyone could fight her on that and win.]
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Korrin's feet linger in the water, enjoying the delicious coolness. She crouches back down, not really wanting to just loom over Araceli while they speak. She nods at mention of Church, shrugging.]
I barely know him, but as always, your word is good enough for me. I'll nudge him again, sometime.
[Biased or not, Korrin doesn't care. She smiles, not about to contest the music comment when as far as she can tell, Araceli isn't wrong.]
I swear I've heard Tama say the exact same thing, and her taste has yet to steer me wrong. Or yours. It doesn't hurt to be in an area where every bar has a band and a beach, either. We can dance the night away by the waves.
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[That means something. Or it means something to Araceli when it's just a shared experience that she has that isn't weird to him.]
We have this place...I've never told you about it before because we weren't by the sea, but there are great stone stairs carved, it's a royal dock on the main island, where Leandra greets everyone coming to our country but anyone can go there. In the stairs are all these pipes, all different sizes, I don't know how they work but when the waves go in and out, they sing. There aren't taverns by that part of the island, only the sea. There was a song my father used to sing to my mother when she was on his ship, pregnant with me. The sea and the rhythm. [Sloshing her way up the way, she flops back next to Korrin, a hand on her thigh.]
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Those pipe stairs sound like just the sort of thing Rivain might come up with. If it does, I'll make sure you hear them, kadan. I'd love to hear the sea as you have. [And her smile widens as Araceli joins her, leaning into that touch as her own hand traces that jawline to rest upon her shoulder.] Oh? You know I'd love to hear any song you want to share with me. Tell me how it goes.
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Tonight we're the sea and the salty breeze. The milk from your breast is on my lips. And lovelier words from your moth to me. When salty my sweat and your fingertips.
[When she'd been bigger she would move when her father sang. So her mother said. Pressing a hand or a foot out against the shell of her world; always in a hurry, her mother said, always in a rush to see the world, experience it all even before I held you.]
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