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

[rowancrowned]

He has schooled his expression into careful neutrality, if a fairly warm one. It always seems that just when he's managed to discover the depths of this world that another makes itself know. Thranduil's only comfort is that once all is made right, Cyril will think less of this time. He's so young- it will seem less important once eternity rolls out before him.

"Would you wed him if you were free to?" he asks, and then clarifies. "Sorrel."

Perhaps he's being insensitive, but given how both Cyril and Sorrel both prefered males, and had been in such a small clan- their paths must have crossed.

[samahl]

Cyril blinked at the idea. There's a hint in his expression that his path had indeed crossed with Sorrel and there had been a hint of longing there. They had never acted on it. Sorrel was strictly off limits.

Still, the idea of it was intriguing. "I might, if he wanted me that way," he admitted after a moment. The idea seemed so unobtainable that admitting he'd consider it seemed harmless.

[rowancrowned]

Harmless enough. "How do engagements and wedding go, among the Dalish?" Thranduil asked, genuinely curious. It wasn't as if he'd have as neat of a movement to this topic again.

[samahl]

"In general? Usually two of age elves decide to bond. There's a token of affection, sometimes a ring, and then they let the Keeper now. It gets more complicated when it's cross Clans, though, as they need to figure out which Clan the couple will stay with. Other times, it's arranged. For example, a Keeper might arrange a marriage with another Clan to help with relations. We don't really see much of each other though, so you need to be ready to say good bye to your family."

internal screaming about how dalish life sucks

[rowancrowned]

"There is no happy median, is there? No state of life between being trapped in an alienage and roaming the woods?" He's staring off into some middle distance, some point beyond the fire. These are thoughts he really shouldn't be voicing to Cyril. He should keep them to the side with all the other things saved for Galadriel and the Outsider. "Ah, forgive me. My thoughts wander. Tell me of the rings you exchange?"

[samahl]

"It varies," he explains, but his eyes are narrowed a bit when he thinks about what Thranduil has said. "It depends on the Clan, the elf, and what gods they feel most close to. Usually there's some design to the thing to help make it unique. I've never really seen one up close, I'm afraid."

Then, after a moment, "In Tevinter, elves are more often slaves or servants. The Dalish refused to bow to masters and reclaimed the woods as a statement that we will never submit to the humans." He takes a breath and considers his words for a moment. "I'm very proud of that heritage, but at the same time I've always wondered if there wasn't some other way - some better way to live. At times I feel like we're shadows trying to hold onto air."