[OPEN] : Keeping Up With the Dahlasanors

[nadasharillen]

WHO: Nari and Sina Dahlasanor, and you!
WHAT: Various and sundry activiities with some clan-sisters.
WHEN: End of Haring
WHERE: Skyhold!
NOTES: Sina and I are missing big group fun times, so we're hoping to run this one slightly differently. Everyone in the pile! :D If someone else is responding where you are, assume you can see and interact with them. If multiple posts happen at the same time, well... they both happened simultaneously!

[Note: Exceptions for anyone who'd prefer a private conversation Wildcard will be granted. :D]

[Bonfire]

As the day fades to dusk, Nahariel is piling all the cleared foliage and dead branches from the restoration of the garden in the courtyard to burn it, while Siuona sits beside the proceedings laughing quietly, a mug of tea in her hands. The steam curls up, then disperses into the sunset. From the exaggerated movements, and the hunter "riding" one of the larger branches around, it seems as if Nari is telling the story of the capture of the Bog Unicorn. They'll both raise a hand in greeting at any approach, welcoming help with the fire, audience, or perhaps another storyteller.

[Sparring]

It's midday, and Nahariel really doesn't think they ought to be doing this with Siuona's health the way it is, but when the First says jump, you say "...Okay, fine, how hard do you want me to go?"

The two are squaring off in one of the practice rings; Nari with two wooden practice daggers, and Sina with a quarterstaff. They haven't even begun yet, and the hunter keeps looking around twitchily for any excuse to postpone or halt the exercise. Sina, on the other hand, looks quite determined despite her slight protective hunch and intermittent cough.

[Wildcard]

For whatever reason, from the tip of the Rookery tower to the dungeons below Skyhold, it seems as if any time you run into one of them, you run into them both. Sometimes arm-in-arm, sometimes a few steps away, sometimes kicking each others feet as they sit on a bench in the sun weaving flowers from the garden into garlands and crowns, but always together.

Comments

[Bonfire]

[arlathvhen]

Beleth is always interesting in stories, and when she sees the two, she wanders over curiously. She's not completely rude, though, and she will stop when she gets close enough, putting her hand to her chest and ducking her head to the sisters. "Aneth ara, lethallanen. A warm fire seems a good idea for such a cold day." Not content to just stand there, after a moment, she starts helping Nari drag the foliage into a neat pile--though she does stop to give the other Dalish a few curious looks. Sina, she's met a few times before. Nari was the mysterious sister that she's heard about, then? At least, that would be her assumption.

Wait. Names. Shit.

"Ah--I am Beleth, a hunter from Clan Ashara." She adds hastily. Well done. Super smooth.

[eolasemah]

consolidated here!