Say Hello To Goodbye | Openish

[writteninblood]

WHO: Sorrel and anyone who wants to say hello, or indeed goodbye, to him
WHAT: Sorrel leaving Kirkwall, spending some time in the forest, then coming back to Kirkwall like a week or two later, in disgrace
WHEN: The first few weeks of Drakonis
WHERE: Kirkwall, Clans Ashara/Dahlasanor
NOTES: The craziest of crazies. Kirkwall, girls, dancing, naked, Mom!? Argument, exile, fleeing the scene, hiding in a dumpster, crashing on your couch for a week because technically I’m ho~omeless!

No, I am lost
My wounded heart
Resides back home in
Pieces strewn about
The graveyard of my lost love
For only...

The Road between Kirkwall and anyplace at all is hard and muddy by turns, this time of year, melted by sun and unexpected balmy wind, frozen again each night into ruts and fissures, as is the nature of roads in winters. The road too, is fraught with danger, the sides of the path lined with opportunities for those with less scruples than most-- and the forests, known to beasts and magic and the Dalish themselves, are not safer, for the unwary traveler. Times are lean, in this stretch of the year, and what generosity there is has stretched with the weeks until it's leaner still.

That's the road Sorrel has to walk, there and back again.

But on the other end, whether to Kirkwall or away from it, there burns a warm fire, a hearth with friendly faces, and family, of one sort or another.

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[writteninblood]

"I'll be careful, then, not to cross the deadly long-range deer's path, lethallin. Really, don't worry-- I have my ways," And so it goes, simple and heartfelt. Sorrel simply presses his hand over hers, when she reaches out to him, prolonging the contact for its own sake, and giving her a chance to see the little crystal hanging around his neck, only barely visible, even this close.

He didn't ask if he could keep it. But then, no one told him he couldn't. One may assume Beleth knows.

"Dareth shiral, falon. Be safe, here."

[nadasharillen]

The little glint of crystal makes Nari smile--she'd wondered whether or not Sorrel had kept it.

"The best I can in Kirkwall," she says, the corner of her smile twitching upwards with wry humor. "Be safe there too. I know--" That sometimes it's difficult. That there's a lot of pressure on you. That your mother can be a holy terror. That you're leaving behind people you care about who care about you even as you go home to some as well. That sometimes you go home to find home has changed, or you have, and you can't go back. "--that you're strong enough to do what you need to."

With little else to say that wouldn't be repetition or platitude, Nahariel nods, steps back, and turns to disappear back into the city.