[semi-open] so they upped and they walked as far as they could

[eolasemah]

WHO: Sina, Nari, Araceli, Korrin, Thranduil, you???
WHAT: Part I is the voyage to the Free Marches, Part II is a Dalish wedding
WHEN: Around and a little bit during moving time
WHERE: On a boat, in the woods
NOTES:With regards to the wedding, most elves would be welcome to attend, but outclan Ashara should note that Deheune et al will be present. Non-elves are... better off not pushing the issue. Except Korriceli, may the Dread Wolf never catch their scent.

I. The Voyage

Sina hated sailing the first time, and she hates it this time too. She's spending most of the trip lying on the deck curled in a ball, too pukey to eat and too miserable to care about the view, but at least this is all keeping her distracted from panicking about her upcoming nuptials. Which, by the way, she has mentioned to no one at Skyhold that isn't Beleth or Nari.
Needless to say, she has a lot on her mind, and even more on her body.

II. The Marriage

[to be added when we get closer]

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[rowancrowned]

[ the wind off the ocean whipped his hair into a salty mess of tangles before he agonizingly combed it out belowdecks and turned it into a tight braid down his neck. he has been thinking of the outsider often now that they're on the ocean, thinking of the room they'll have together once in kirkwall, but the red lyrium and the promise of seeing clan ashara have acted in concert to lure him away from the initial settling of kirkwall.

he is curious about the ship, can't resist the sound of the gulls, the smell of the sea-- it is no wonder that he runs into sina, sees her curled in on herself and drops fluidly to his knees beside her, minding the crew, his hand resting on her shoulder.

(that could be him, he supposes, if he were a more unlucky elf.) ]

[eolasemah]

[Sina is many things, but lucky is not among them, at least not in this case. She leans easily into Thranduil's embrace, limp and childlike in her misery. That's what a hahren is for, after all.]

[rowancrowned]

[ he moves his hand to the small of her neck, and braces the back of her head at the curve of his arm. the other hand slips under her knees, and it is an easy thing to stand, to hug her body to his chest, her cheek presses against his tunic. he has to shift her weight briefly to be sure he's holding her in a way that ought to be comfortable for her to, but otherwise he's rock-steady.

she's so light, and limp. it's not right.

he doesn't bother going too far, just a few meters to find a crate to sit on, tug his cloak about them both. tauriel was far too old for this sort of behavior from him, to need or want it, and she was the closest thing he had to a daughter before sina or beleth.

he is, for once, making it up as he goes along. ]

I had never seen the sea before Thedas, [ he admits, and then, very gently, brushes her hair away from her face. the smell of acid lingers on her breath. ]

[eolasemah]

[Before recently, she hadn't been carried like this in quite a long time. Now, it seems to happen increasingly, but Sina is so relieved that she can't find it in herself to feel undignified. Thranduil is warm and strong and safe, all qualities that are incredibly welcome at the moment.]

Really? [she rasps, with a weak smile.] You can see it from the forest, sometimes. When we see my clan I'll show you. [Her eyes fall closed, exhausted, though she's still awake.]

[rowancrowned]

More Dalish? [ he says, delighted, a murmur of pleasure in his tone. ] Truly. It-- draws us, with the promise of what lays beyond.

[ that the sea-longing hasn't taken hold of him can be easily explained by how there is no valinor on the other side of this ocean; no promised land to be called to. that does not mean he does not wonder at the shape of this world. perhaps someday, he will see it.

for now, though, he has sina. he speaks, and does not expect a response, only giving her a low murmur of noise to sleep to. ] We had rivers, when I was young, deep enough to swim in, springs and pools for little elflings to splash about in. They cannot compare, though, not to this.

[eolasemah]

[If only there were a promised land for elves in this world, a place where one could go and be free from pain. Instead, they wither just like anyone else, the elvhen irrevocably quickened by the arrival of humans. Or at least that's how the stories go.]

Dahlasanor, [she rasps,] Nari and I... [Drawing in a deep breath, she sighs it out with at least a slight increase in comfort. Thranduil's presence is calming.] Our family.