[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]

Outside of talking Dalish specifics, this is possibly the best advice someone could've given Sina, and she seems genuinely amazed by it. She's never had more than the same two friends, who were also protectors, and agreed with her on most topics. Being here with the Inquisition has meant more than just learning about the world, it's been learning about the people in it, and how they interact when not members of an insular camp.

She flinches in surprise when Araceli hugs her, but then relaxes into it, slowly allowing her head to drop onto the woman's shoulder. She's never been touched this way by a shem before-- or anyone but Nari, really-- and although the gesture isn't unwelcome, it's unfamiliar. Still a little teary when she glances back over at Korrin, Sina nonetheless offers her a small, grateful smile from where her head leans against Araceli's.

[gatheringstorm]

Korrin returns the smile, hers tinged with sadness for Sina's plight and that of her people, but she has no solution to offer. Not that this was about solutions, though, just giving Sina the outlet to vent. Her smile lingers at Araceli's tenderness; she gives the best hugs, in the Vashoth's biased opinion, and her gentle hands sooth even the most stubborn tension.

"Araceli's right. Some time and space will do you both good. You're not required to see her every day, are you? So take the time to let yourself heal, too. You've said your peace, now it's time to let her think all that over."

[foxsays]

Don't sell yourself short there Korrin, hugs from someone so tall can't help but make a person feel safe and warm, like nothing in the world could ever touch them.

"If there is a place you like to go that's quiet and peaceful, go there, take a breath. Do whatever makes you happy. Scream and shout and kick things if it helps." Araceli veers between the first and last herself, usually doing the latter first until she's so tired that she can't possibly maintain her anger, heading off to clamber up a skeletal prow jutting from the water to stare out into nothing until she feels like herself again. "You have other friends, a girl like you, and speaking for myself, I have few plans beyond lessons. If you need me, just come find me and I will make as much time for you as you would like."