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]

"Really?" Nari's eyebrows dart upwards in sincere shock.

Cyril had always seemed to navigate affairs of the heart with ease. Perhaps it was just a seeming, or perhaps she just had... no frame of reference whatsoever. It wasn't so long ago that the entire idea of having 'those sorts of feelings' was so completely foreign that being good or bad at it was as irrelevant to her as how skillfully a cake had just been baked in Val Royeaux.

"I..." she pauses and the corner of her mouth twitches amusedly. "That's... honestly comforting."

[samahl]

"Well, then I'm happy to be of service," he offers her. "If it helps, I have a lot of problems saying, well, that 'l' word. Even right now. It closes up my throat." He winces a bit and drinks some more as if it will help clear out the lump.

"I'm really good at friendship, Nari. And sex. And sometimes both at the same time. Anything else, honestly terrifies me."

[nadasharillen]

Considering what she's good at reveals carving, carpentry, and remembering what blend of tea someone likes best. Things she is not good at: understanding why the very mention of the concept of physical intimacy has begun to make her spring a cold sweat.

"You are, lethallin. A good friend," Nari says. And drinks. The burn of it is clarifying. "I think it's okay to be scared of things. But perhaps... we ought to try not to be so scared that we pass a moment by-- or let it pass by us. I think that would make Kit happy." She pauses to think, and then, "how did you meet him?"

[samahl]

"I first met him when I was helping with the Qunari. After that..." He pauses, not wanting to be too lewd given the circumstances. "We spent a very nice night together. He was very giving, though it never made we beyond that. I'd like to think we probably would have been friends, though, had we done more.

He was a very good man."

[nadasharillen]

"He was." Nari nods in agreement. She reaches with her glass to tap the rim to Cyril's, drinks to Kit's memory. Stares into the candlelight swimming in the rest of the drink. "What-might-have-beens are... hard," she says after a moment. The hand close to him being occupied, Nari dips her head to touch his shoulder.

[samahl]

Cyril reaches up and puts his hand over hers on his shoulder. He knows that there's a lot of grief that she has had to shoulder over the years, and some of the most painful of it happened recently.

"The people who are gone wouldn't want us to dwell on what could have been, I think, but rather to celebrate what was."

[nadasharillen]

Somehow Cyril has ended up comforting her rather than the other way around— a not unfamiliar state of affairs— and Nari smiles a bit sadly. Perhaps, like Kit, he finds some grace through it. She's not going to deny him that, if so.

"Agreed," she says, "And perhaps even to look to the future."

[lmk if there's anything you want to get to with Cy here! Otherwise we can probably leave it?]