[closed-ish] we live and dream in an ancient hallowed land

[eolasemah]

WHO: Sina with Nari, and with Korrin and Araceli (let me know if you want a specific starter)
WHAT: the aftermath of this thread
WHEN: the following night and a few days after
WHERE: the Dahlasanor tent, the tavern, wherever others want
NOTES:The third prompt is open to all!

Directly after her argument with Pel, Sina made a beeline for the tent she shared with Nahariel and all but dove inside, immediately flattening herself against her bedroll and burying her face in her modest pillow. Small, angry crying sounds emanated. (Nari)

The following day, Sina went to the tavern of her own volition for the first time. Not to drink, of course; perhaps it was because it was the last place anyone would look for her. She sat by a window with a cup of tea, her knees drawn up to her chest, melancholy emanating from her very being. (Korrin + Araceli)

Over the next few days, she could be found ghosting around Skyhold, avoiding most people, particularly Clan Ashara. When not out and about, she threw herself into her gardening with a tenacity unusual even to her. (errbody else)

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[eolasemah]

Without thinking, Sina returned the embrace. She would later be scandalized at how her tears soaked into Galadriel's clothing, but at present, it was worth it.

Sina stepped back when the other elf began to speak again, a weak smile playing onto her lips, though her eyes were red and her brow still knit with dismay. She nodded again.

"Please," she said, with quiet gravity, "tell me everything."

[laurenande]

Sina's sudden expression, serious and grave, was so strange on her face that Galadriel couldn't help but smile. The young elf would be a dedicated student, of that she had no doubt, but even she was not so skilled that she could teach the Tengwar to someone all at once.

"I will," Galadriel assured her. "But perhaps not right this moment, nor right where we stand."

The dimly lit hall was hardly a fitting place to learn letters and Sina had been going about her day. It would not do to upset her tasks, not even for the beauty of written words, and there was no reason to be hasty. Though time moved more quickly for the Dalish, there was time enough for this without rushing.

"I keep many notes in the hall beneath the library. The pages will serve well for practice, and the room is bright and pleasant...if one is not opposed to the calling of crows." With care, Galadriel withdrew her arms and settled her hands before her again. "I spend mid-mornings there, reading while the light is bright and golden. You may join me as you like. I will teach you, and anyone else, should you bring them or they find their way to me."

[eolasemah]

The correction that Galadriel didn't mean here and now elicited a small laugh from Sina, but not of the mocking sort. Their current surroundings wouldn't be an exceptionally useful study environment. She pulled away when the other woman did, still smiling, a bit more hopefully.

"Ma serannas, asha'dhea," she said softly-- and then, for clarification, "...my thanks, lady of light. Nothing would make me happier."