Player Plot: I will call you home

[arlathvhen]

WHO: Beleth, Cyril, Merrick, and Ellana Ashara, Thranduil, Sina Dahlasanor, Metaari, Sam Gareth, Kallian Endris, Alistair and Ruby i think??? whoever wants to go
WHAT: Keeping Up With The Asharas, the reality tv show
WHEN: Backdatedish, around mid-kingsway
WHERE: The Heartlands of Orlais
NOTES: OOC post

Tel'enfenim, da'len Irassal ma ghilas Ma garas mir renan Ara ma'athlan vhenas Ara ma'athlan vhenas	Never fear, little one, Wherever you shall go. Follow my voice-- I will call you home. I will call you home.

Clan Ashara currently resides in a small valley nestled into the mountains, that seems idyllic for a Dalish clan. A stream runs through the valley, descending into a waterfall with the steep cliffs on one side, and sheer mountain walls going straight up on two other sides. The only way in and out is through a gap big enough to lead several aravels through. It's a defensible position, safe from any threats. Except the fade rift that has opened up just a little ways from the gap. The hunters can handle the demons spewing from it well enough, and there are always a couple stationed there to pick off whatever appears. But it's too dangerous to lead the aravels and noncombatants through, and thus, they are forced to wait. To compound the issue, there's a village close to where they're currently staying, and while both sides have kept to themselves, neither are pleased with the current situation. They've helped get a message to the Inquisition in hopes that someone will come take care of the problem, and now both are tensely waiting for something to happen to change the situation, for better or worse. And so the members of Clan Ashara, with their friends in tow, return back to their clan.

Comments

[eolasemah]

"Of course," Sina says pleasantly, "if our clans are to be in regular contact, it's important that..." A few seconds later, Deheune's meaning finally hits her. She trails off, staring into the middle distance, for perhaps a few seconds too long, then looks up to meet the Keeper's eyes again. Her smile remains, but bears a hint of terror.
"...you and Thalia have... spoken of this?"

[arlathvhen]

Deheune's tone becomes soft, soothing, like she's dealing with a skittish child, rather than an adult that she's attempting to convince to marry her son. "I have, and she was amenable to exploring the idea. Your clan emissaries were tasked with inspecting my clan, myself, and of course, Sorrellean, to make sure that we were up to her standards." Of course, they haven't returned to give Thalia their report and see if those standards were met, but the idea that any part of her clan wasn't up to snuff for anyone was inconceivable for her.

"Now, remember, we are not the shemlen," Deheune continues, lightly patting Sina on the arm, in an attempt to be comforting. "We do not force our children together without a care for their opinions. Your voice will be heard, and if you find the idea disagreeable, that will be the end of it." Deheune does not, however, seem to think of this as a probable event. She's already decided it was a good idea, why would anyone think otherwise?

"I know that it's a little sudden, but..." She gives a little sigh, turning to gaze at her clan. "The life of the Dalish is dangerous, and unpredictable. And both my clan and yours find ourselves with one First apiece. It is not an ideal situation, and this would solve the issue, while giving both of you...a little less pressure, I suppose." She turns back to Sina, still smiling, though there's a tinge of sadness to it now.

"Of course, you will have time to decide. We do not expect the decision to be made and finalized right now. However, we would both appreciate it if you would meet with him. I know that there is little time while you are here to speak, but Beleth writes him often enough, I am sure she would agree to include any letters you write to him."

[eolasemah]

Thalia, you--
No, it's for the best. If Thalia thinks it's a good idea, it must be. Sina doesn't know much of Deheune, but she knows and trusts her own Keeper, and can't help but find hope in this having been discussed at all; it means they think she'll live. It means there's hope for not only Clan Dahlasanor, but for the future, perhaps even herself.
So why does she feel like there are suddenly walls closing in around her? Sina has always known this to be part of her role, but somehow this feels like the end of something, a cutting off of possibility. And she hasn't even said yes yet.

"...I... will speak to him," she says awkwardly, her competent and diplomatic adult persona slipping away in favor of a shy and stammering girl with no real world experience. "...serannas, Keeper.