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.

Comments

[faithlikeaseed]

"It has." Whatever it has been; there's nothing he can lay hands on to properly circumference the wound Kit's left behind him. No word to define it or fill up the gaping abyss, no way to get around it enough to understand and diminish it-- Myr swallows back a grief that threatens to choke him; it's not getting any easier with practice.

Maybe with time. Sina's--

Hadn't, yet, though it had grown quieter and less strangling. Why it should be so that the friends he's made since joining the Inquisition hurt deeper for their losses than near-family back in Hasmal, he doesn't know; isn't in any condition to suss out.

"He'd a way with people like that--I don't know but some of his friends didn't have anyone but him, to begin with." Benedict certainly hadn't. "He was--a bridge."

[overharrowed]

"That's an apt way to put it." They walk a little, and instead of circling back to Kit right away, Julius adds, "How are you holding up otherwise? I know you were right at the center of the work to find a cure for the plague, that had to be exhausting work."