[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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[arlathvhen]

"I don't have any proof with Ellana," Beleth admitted, leaning down to pick a handful of long pieces of grass, starting to tie them together. "But..." She hesitated. Beleth's suspicions were mostly conjecture, feelings, and reading into observations. And while she knew Sina well enough to shit talk the humans, the clan? Was different. "...It's just a feeling. I hope I'm wrong."

Her eyes widen when Sina continues. She lets two words slip from her lips, like a name that might draw the Templars crashing down on them right in the garden. "...Blood magic...?" Or. Maybe just ordinary coercion. Beleth shook her head. Letting her imagination run away. "I'll keep an eye out. I don't know either. No one tells me anything. Maybe if I confront Pel, she'll...I don't know. Tell me everything is okay and she'd never leave us."