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]

"You need not keep your thoughts to prayers only." She's so young- all of them are, and it never stops hurting, not once. He folds his legs, uses the extra room to turn towards her, speaking low, offering comfort. It has never been difficult to pull on the fatherly part of himself, easier now with Legolas' birth, a sort of softness born from practice. If he was feeling more tactile, he might have taken her hands, but for now the warmth of his smile will have to do.

"It is not a bad thing to be at a crossroads in one's life." Eru knew he had made enough choices that had borne impacts larger than he knew at the time. "Indecision oft indicates a cautious mind, a steady heart."

[eolasemah]

The warmth of his smile is plenty, especially for one who has now been away from her Keeper for almost a year. Interacting with someone else's is almost too much for her to bear; not to mention...
No, she won't think about that right now.
Instead she nods, seeing the wisdom in Thranduil's words. "So much rests on the few of us remaining," she says softly, "we can't afford to make mistakes."

[rowancrowned]

"And what would you call a mistake?" He understands her concern- with the Dalish population so low, the loss of even a few clans could be utterly devastating. He wonders how many clans there were at the start- and how many remain.

[eolasemah]

Sina shrugs, her eyes casting downward again. "Giving a bad impression," she muses, "giving the shem'len reasons to think we're all out to kill them. That they should... take preventive measures against us."
She sighs, her face falling into her hands, but more from exhaustion than despair. "We owe them nothing," she murmurs, "yet our fate is in their hands. There's too few of us."