So, I'll sing Hallelujah

[arlathvhen]

WHO: Beleth, Kit's CR, Kit in spirit
WHAT: Kit's slightly belated funeral service, come pay your respects.
WHEN: Backdated to a bit after he died bc I suck
WHERE: A forest outside of Kirkwall
NOTES: Death, grieving, I'm so sorry this is late

Beleth had tried to speak to Orzammar--argue with them, more like, and had only stopped when she realized that she was more likely to cause a diplomatic incident than get them to agree to take his body. So, as she usually did when people failed to meet her expectations, Beleth took it into her own hands.

Kit's funeral is a bit of a mishmash between dwarven culture and Dalish--Beleth had to draw from somewhere, after all, and she knew more about Dalish funerals than any other. Kit's body is buried in a nice clearing in the forest, body lined with stones instead of branches. Instead of a tree, there's a large rock marking his grave, his name carved into the stone.

The songs sung aren't in Elven, nor are they Dwarven funeral songs. But they're still somber, and full of grief of a life lost.

Anyone who knew Kit and wishes to send him off is invited, and to the wake held afterwards. It takes place, in what seems to be most fitting for Kit's memory, in the Hanged Man. Food (from Beleth, decent quality) and drink (from the tavern, dubious quality) is provided, and people are free to mingle, drink, get rowdy, and remember a man who fit a lot of living into being dead.

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[nadasharillen]

It rolled into her head like the smoke that he blew sometimes, as she looked simultaneously at the grave and beyond it. Kit's voice, smooth and dark and filled always with a cheerful resignation that should have been contradictory but wasn't: I'm a dead man walking. Then her own: We're all dead walking, Kit... Don't wait too long. Our lives aren't fair or just, and things happen.

Nari had never met Vandelin. She wonders if Kit had waited too long. If they'd talked, before, or if the silence that Kit had meant one day to fill with words would only be filled with the stones of his cairn now that the dwarf had run out of 'one day's. She wonders if he's here, if while she stands here there's someone else breathlessly grabbing at handfuls of shattered glass.

When it finishes, she feels the same sort of difficulty as Cade. While it had been lovely-- Beleth had done him well-- she can't help but quietly say something to herself, even if the gods only took their own. Perhaps, selfishly, because she couldn't make herself say anything back then.

"He was born, then died, then lived more than most. Kit, Falon'din enansal enaste." And then, after her eyes flicker over towards Cade, back again to the stones, "We only know the prayers we know."