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

[samahl]

Cyril returns the smile and holds onto Sam's hand. He looks down at their hands and for a moment, there's something in his gaze that seems a little sad but instead of letting that dwell, he leans against Sam.

[el_tybs]

The gaze is completely missed as Sam looks down to their hands as well when he feels Cyril's own grip on his hand. Lightly he uses his thigh to brush across knuckles, smile broadening when he there's more pressure against his side. "We should probably turn in for the night soon," he offers quietly, though he isn't saying that they part for the night.

[samahl]

Cyril chuckles a bit. "Want to help keep me warm in my tent?" he offers, smirking a bit up at him.

[el_tybs]

"I probably want to do a little bit more then keep you warm in your tent," he playfully warns, matching Cyril's smirk. "Though I am very good at doing just that."

[samahl]

Cyril slowly gets up as to enjoy the closeness to Sam as much as possible before offering his hand to lead the way to his tent.

[ooc; end here?]

[el_tybs]

Sam takes that hand eagerly, and allows himself to be led - even though he already knows which tent is Cyril's. Even if it was just to keep Cyril warm, he looked forward to getting as much time as possible before meeting the clan.

[OoC: Seems like a good place]