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[open] you'll come back when it's over
WHO friends and family of Sina Dahlasanor
WHAT: post-mortem interactions
WHEN: the evening of 7 Haring and onward
WHERE: the infirmary and elsewhere
NOTES: CW for death and illness. Apart from the main post I will not be tagging in. This thread is for wake/funeral/burial arrangements and anything else you guys want to play out pertaining to Sina's death, so feel free to make top levels or do whatever else!
WHAT: post-mortem interactions
WHEN: the evening of 7 Haring and onward
WHERE: the infirmary and elsewhere
NOTES: CW for death and illness. Apart from the main post I will not be tagging in. This thread is for wake/funeral/burial arrangements and anything else you guys want to play out pertaining to Sina's death, so feel free to make top levels or do whatever else!
It was the evening of the sixth when Galadriel paid her visit to Sina, after which the girl became mostly unresponsive. Still breathing, she slept through the night and day, waking up in the late afternoon just long enough to reach for Nari's hand and whisper something to her before falling away again. The candles grew dim and the shadows long before she stirred again, pulling in a last rasping breath, her lips moving soundlessly to form two unknown words as she exhaled and fell still.
It was hardly ten minutes later when, witnessed by friends and clan, the glowing green patch of magic that had plagued them all for the last couple years simply... vanished from the elf's sternum, as though it had never been there. Lying small and wasted away, destroyed from the inside out, anyone who looked at Sina for the first time would not understand what had killed her.
The room was then vacated by all but Keeper Thalia and Sina's parents, a balding large-eyed man with a quivering chin and a plain, sandy-haired woman, neither appearing all that much more vital than their late daughter. It was they who prepared the body for the resulting rites, silent and weary, their miracle baby laid to an untimely rest.
Out in the hall, Nari found herself surrounded in a collective embrace by a sea of russet-haired Dalish, her family. Even in a time like this, being with their daughter and sister brought comfort, and they hoped she might find some as well.
Sedi and Nymii stood as sentries on either side of the door, permitting only mourners and scowling down otherwise unrelated onlookers.
At last, at long last, it was over.
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A year and a half ago, he'd joined the Inquisition with the thought that he could hide himself away from the rest of the world and have the protection of the organization; it was a better bet than anything else. He had no intention of bonding with others and befriending them, finding that he was better off on his own. It was less painful that way.
And yet. In a matter of time, there's been so much he's gained and lost. Nerva just a few months ago, and he drowned himself in so many ways to try to process the sorrow, all of it done poorly and he knows it. Though he wasn't horribly close to Sina, he remembers her kindly and her guidance while he confronted Clan Frandruil.
Twisted Fate wasn't a name he picked for laughs, for all that he jokes about it.
He should have come back sooner.
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"Aneth ara, Pel. I figure you've been preoccupied with things, though I didn't suspect just how much. I plan to stay, but I suppose things can change." He pauses, then crouches a little to look at the infant. "I definitely have missed a lot, it looks like. I hadn't heard about your babe."
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"Yes," she deadpans, "it's remarkable, I found her in a basket in the alienage and no one was looking."
That's a less disappointing story than the real one. The baby, meanwhile, reaches out halfway, apparently transfixed. Soon, she reaches out with both hands to grab fistfuls of long, beautiful hair.
"And she loves hair, so be careful," Pel warns him belatedly. Her gaze drops. "Her name is Sina."
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Oh. Well, she's definitely got his hair now. "Guess I'm stuck here awhile," Fate muses, reaching out to lightly boop her nose with a finger.
The name makes him pause, and much more gently he says, "A good choice. I hope she will be as sweet."
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"She's my very life," she says sincerely. "I, on the other hand, am a cautionary tale these days, but it's worth it."
Muaha, one hand has opened. Little Sina looks up at her and gives a berating sound. The distraction makes it easier to open the other hand and release Twisted Fate entirely.
"Are you here for the funeral?" Pel asks, head ducking because talking about Sina's funeral makes everything more real.
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"Her grip is almost as fierce as your personality," Fate teases. "But I'm glad she brings you joy, Pel."
The question makes him pause, then he lets out a nod. "I am. I know I'm not exactly traditionally ideal in the Dalish community, but I considered her a friend. If that's all right by the rest of you."
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"Yes. I suppose you're right," Fate finally says softly, his lips quirking into a smile. "Thank you, Pel."