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[open] pick a star on the dark horizon
WHO: Sina, you, and A Lot Of Dalish
rWHAT: things are looking grim. some visitors arrive in Kirkwall.
WHEN: throughout Firstfall
WHERE: the infirmary, Hightown
NOTES: This is Sina's last log before she goes, and the last chance for your character to interact with her, with the exception of backdated inbox threads (if you want one). use it well and try not to cry in public
rWHAT: things are looking grim. some visitors arrive in Kirkwall.
WHEN: throughout Firstfall
WHERE: the infirmary, Hightown
NOTES: This is Sina's last log before she goes, and the last chance for your character to interact with her, with the exception of backdated inbox threads (if you want one). use it well and try not to cry in public
I. Infirmary
Sina's fever broke, and briefly it seemed that she might rally again, like she did earlier this year. Instead she's still exhausted, her breathing short and raspy, punctuated by coughing that grows more violent by the day.
There are flecks of blood on the cloth she holds to her mouth, and each time she barely registers the sight before dropping back onto her pillow, struggling to breathe. Her gentle hazel eyes have a glassy quality to them, and appear subtly backlit by an unnatural vibrant green.
Her days of weepy introspection are behind her. All Sina wants now is relief, her scourged lungs and aching chest consuming her waking days. It's better for everyone when she's unconscious, which, thanks to herbal painkillers, has been increasingly the case.
II. Hightown, midway through Firstfall
Heralded by the quiet patter of thirty-something pairs of bare feet approaching on stone, Clan Dahlasanor arrives from east of the city and is admitted only because the guards on duty are too surprised to stop them. They are joined by some members from Ashara as well, and all are walking silently with weapons sheathed and tied, arms at their sides and gazes forward.
It's a highly alarming procession despite the clan's apparent disinterest in conflict, and it appears they have been cautioned to the effect of not making eye contact with any of the resident shem'len regardless of their intentions.
A small crowd of townspeople have begun to trail after them by the time they've reached the site of the former Chantry, now a forest, led by an impish young blonde woman who alone seems comfortable traversing the streets of Kirkwall.
Finally casting her eyes about, Keeper Thalia, a small and solemn dark-haired woman in her thirties, speaks.
"Siuona and Nahariel of Clan Dahlasanor, and Sorrelean and Beleth of Clan Ashara." It's an uneasy request, as she's clearly out of her element. "Are they here?" She may as well be speaking Qunlat, for how the crowd looks at her.
[anyone can answer, though hopefully Sorrel will arrive soon!]
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"I hope it gives her some peace - and perhaps a little more strength to fight this."
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She sighed, folding her hands together. "I was thinking of petitioning the city to keep her forest as is, after she is gone. Perhaps put up a statue of her."
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"Make it a memorial tree. That's what the Dalish do, right? They have trees planted above their graves? I remember hearing about that. Though I don't know if her clan will let her be buried there, or take her somewhere else."
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"Yes ... Merrill told me that. They won't bury her here - she is true Dalish and therefore, will be buried out in the forest. But we could plant a tree for her here, if they will allow it."
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