The Blood of the Dalish

[samahl]

WHO: Cyril Ashara, Merrick Ashara, Pel, Samouel Haines Gareth, Taashath, Galadriel, Kallian Endris, Bruce Banner, Eirlys Ancarrow, Anders, James Norrington, Beleth Ashara, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Iskandar
WHAT: Summary of content
WHEN: Sometime near the start of Umbralis
WHERE: From Skyhold to along the Serpentine River.
NOTES: OOC post for this plot is here.

The Inquisition has been here before. They visited to ease the tensions between Clan Frandruil and the human village Kaladoun. As they left, peace had seemed to be reached. The Clan's Keeper, Shoshanna, has not kept up her part of the treaty. The Clan was meant to leave and give the village space, but it seems there's always a good reason to stay in place. The Clan's First, Janna, has put aside her pride to reach out to the Inquisition for help. As she has been regularly communicating with the Dalish liaison for the Inquisition, Cyril has agreed to put together a team and help the clan vacate.

While they are there they will break into two groups, one will help the Clan pack up and the other will go into the village and ease tensions there. Once the Clan is ready, all members of the Inquisition who came will reunite and help the Clan move to a new location and settle, to help them get back into the spirit of the nomadic lifestyle.

Comments

[quietblade]

Taas nods at that and briefly presses his lips against the elf's forehead before he draws back. This was all a little strange to him, but it also felt right, and he had to believe in his heart rather than the teaching of the Qun.

Cyril would be happier like this. He would bloom rather than choke underneath the pressure of being someone he wasn't. He could become someone that made changes to the Dalish, and the warrior is oddly proud of that.

"Alright. We'll be here."

[el_tybs]

Sam waits a moment for Cyril and Taas to finish their moment before getting up and putting a hand on Cyril's shoulder in way of showing his support. "That... would probably be best," he agrees, smiling slightly, a bit more easily now that he was a lot less tense on the subject matter.

"It is getting late though. Perhaps it's something you should discuss in the morning with her?"

[samahl]

Cyril closes his eyes at the touch of Taas's lips on his forehead and then turns to Sam when the human comes closer. He moves to wrap an arm around Sam, holding onto him lightly.

"Usually this is when I'd make a joke about coming up with something interesting to do before morning, but I think I should go talk to the others who wanted my time."

[quietblade]

The warrior chuckles slightly at the mention of Cyril's usual jokes. "You do that, Kadan. You know where to find us if you need us." He shifts a bit, away from the elf and getting on his feet with a slight groan. Everything was so damn small everywhere in this camp that his legs tended to get numb.

"Asit tal-eb, Cyril. All is as it should be."

[el_tybs]

The mention of Cyril's jokes has Sam giving a small huff of amusement, shaking his head slightly as he moved his arm to return the hug. He's sure Cyril would have something to say if they were here under different circumstances.

It's with a bit of reluctance that he pulls away, but the mage does step back, patting Cyril's shoulder one more time. "We won't keep you then. I'm sure the others have much to say." Though he hopes that whatever is said Cyril doesn't change his mind.