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

[writteninblood]

"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."

[eolasemah]

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?"

[writteninblood]

"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...?"

[eolasemah]

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."