faderift | Player Plot: I will call you home

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.

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Later, he'd probably offer flattery and compliments, nothing but grace about his first impression of Sina. But privately, in the moment and after, Sorrel's first thought when he saw her was of a small and graceful bird, like a pale-grey sparrow. It reminded him, incongruously, of Beleth, who couldn't be more different; Sina held herself, as he remembered her, as if she had secrets, and was keeping them close-by her heart.

"Aneth ara," He says, gentle rebuke, but Sorrel is smiling, and lifts his own hand, "Don't worry about me, lethallin, I'm on your side. You're safe among friends, here."

Sina couldn't help but smile back, and blushed as he pointed out her gaffe, touching a shy and slightly admonishing hand to her mouth as though to close it before anything else stupid could come out.
"Ma serannas," she said softly, trying again, and even making sure to include the formal article, "I don't know what to say to who anymore. Some of the elves from the city get upset if you greet them in our tongue." She shrugged helplessly. "...though I should have known better here." Was she talking too much? She felt like she was.

"Ah, you've just been too long among the flat-ears and the shemlen. It's rubbing calluses into everyone, seems like," He shakes his head, happy enough to let it go, "You did come with the Inquisition, didn't you?"

He'd assumed so, but if he'd just insulted someone from the visiting Dalasahnors, aside from their inquisitorial envoy, Sorrel just knew he'd be hearing about it. Nevertheless, he pushes on.

"Can I know your name? I'm Sorrelean, but most call me Sorrel."

Sina grins, albeit a bit uncomfortably. She never thought she'd be one to defend the shems, but... you know, they're not all so bad. And as for flat-ears, that's....... something they will have to discuss later, since she doubts it would make too good of an impression if she went off on him about it.
"Yes," she confirms, "--sort of. I mean. We were meeting our clanmates here as well, to exchange news. I can't actually help with the rift." She looks awkwardly down at the vibrant green spot on her chest that glows obnoxiously even through her several layers of clothing.
"But we thought it would be-- you know. Smart. A good idea. For me to ...meet you. Your mother. ...she wanted me to meet you." She talks quickly, smiling in a way that is simultaneously pleasant and deeply uncomfortable.
"Oh--!! Sina. I mean, Siuona. I'm Siuona formally, but everyone calls me Sina. ...you can call me whichever." Breathe.

His brow wrinkles a little at the can't help with, given that the winking light at her breast is either a very shiny piece of jewelry indeed, or the very rift-closing shards he's heard so much about. But then, it's none of this business; Sorrel only nods. But as she continues, both Sorrel and the situation only acquire more to wrinkle about.

"....The Keeper. Wanted me to meet you?"

Why?

"Sina," He acknowledges, with another nod, and for a moment is too caught up int he mystery of his mother's interest to realize, but then he looks back at her-- then looks again, "Sina! You're Sina! Beleth's told me so much about you. This is great!"

And the smile, for all his trepidation, is all Sorrel, lopsided, halfway to being a smirk, and with a sort of warmth he doesn't typically show.

"I finally get to meet you."

Her eyes widen when Sorrel suddenly shows recognition, but her smile follows. "I've heard a lot about you as well," she supplies, "...it's a delight to see you together. Two sides of the same coin."
She pauses a moment, and her face goes a bit red. "...I hope what she's told you has been favorable."

"Only good things. She's your friend," His phrasing was deliberate; Beleth was more than happy to allow most people to call themselves her friend. But Beleth? She was only a friend to a few people, when it came down to it, "I'm glad she has someone she can count on to have her back."

It's his turn to color-- two sides of the same coin.

"I just... don't like her having to go so far on her own. It stinks."

At that, Sina smiles. In a way, her job is to have everyone's back, a responsibility that Sorrel presumably feels just as strongly. Although she's met other Firsts at Arlathvens, she's never really had a conversation with one like this before, from a position of having a mutual friend.
Nor has she... been threatened with marriage of one.
"Perhaps you can join her sometime," she suggests with a small shrug, "though I can understand why you might not. Leaving my clan was the most difficult thing I've ever done."

"I don't know if I'm really that brave," He says, honest in his rueful grin, one hand sneaking along the scarred side of his face, an anxious gesture, "But I wish I could visit, at least. Everything everyone tells me makes it sound... amazing. With our numbers the way they are, and the Keeper-- it's only, I doubt I could get away, just for a social call."

But that brings him back to Sina proper, remembering her reason for approaching him. For a moment more, Sorrel stands in his casual posture, open and still half-smiling. But then his weight shifts, subtle and sure, refocused on Sina and her purpose.

"Sina, I know you..." He hesitates, careful in choosing his words, "...Might not be so familiar with how things are. Here."

Here being, in his family, more or less.

"Please don't take offense, but. Do you have any idea why the Keeper asked you to come talk to me? Not that I'm not glad we didn't miss one another, while you're here."

Sina's eyes follow his hand to the scar on his face, but she knows better than to ask-- she expects he'll tell her, if he ever feels like it. "Understandable," she agrees with a pleasant smile, which wavers as soon as Sorrel changes the subject. She begins to blush, visibly uncomfortable.
"Ah... yes, some," she admits thinly, "...some idea, that is. Um. ...do you?"

"No? I wouldn't ask if I did," But her hesitance strikes a note in him, and Sorrel's brow comes down, knit together. Why would his mother ask someone to introduce themselves to him? Well, of course he was the First, it was only right to--

No. No, not someone. A woman. Sina, Beleth's friend. Beleth's female friend, a mage out of a bloodline of mages. Sina, who was good and kind, and looking at him in his dawning realization quite as if she wanted a hole to open up and swallow her into the earth. Sorrel is a being comprised of equal parts compassion and terror.

"....oh. Did she really...?"

As she watches the realization pass over his face, Sina almost feels bad. She looks away, waiting for him to fully comprehend it without feeling like he's being stared at.
When Sorrel speaks, she nods. "I... get the feeling she's spoken with my Keeper on the matter."

Player Plot: I will call you home

We finish each other's....

SANDWICHES

That's what I was gonna say!

I've never met someone who thinks so much like me!

I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream

I know you, that gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam

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