[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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[nadasharillen]

"We're not rich," Nari agreed, "but we still have different status, eh? Do you think it would matter more--for an alliance among clans--to have two hunters marry, or two Firsts?"

The nut-brown hunter smiled slightly, leaning back to brace her hands on the deck, tilting her face towards the bright blue sky. "Nobody really minds about Sedi and Nymii because..." She snorted. "Well, because if they did, the two of them would probably leave. With the detractor's belongings. They're a clan to themselves, nearly. But moreover, they're just two of the six of us. You're our only First." And we don't have any other mages. "Trusting you to a bond is a more important matter, and it creates a closer relationship between us and the Ashara. The difference between a gift of some elfroot, and a gift of a halla," she said, reaching one slender finger to tap the center of Sina's forehead where she knew the vallaslin curved.

[eolasemah]

Two Firsts is the obvious answer, and Sina knows it. She rests her head on Nari's shoulder with a sigh, at least starting to feel better now that she's being distracted from the boat's rocking. "You're right," she concedes, after a moment, unable to resist a faint giggle when Nari pokes her forehead. "...as usual."