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faderift2016-01-29 10:17 pm
nadasharillen) wrote in faderift2016-01-29 10:17 pm
In a moment of glorious surrender, you were broken for all the world to see...
WHO:Nari and Sina Dahlasanor, Adelaide LeBlanc, Pel Ashara, and YOU!
WHAT: Visiting Sina in Recovery -- for whatever reason
WHEN: Beginning of Guardian, the first weeks after the Surprise Rift is closed.
WHERE: A private tent in the Skyhold garden
NOTES: Positive and negative reactions both welcome! If you're not sure what happened, check that sweet sweet 'Surprise Rift' link!
In the days following, Sina sleeps, the toll the active shard took on her thin, pale form evident in the hollows of her face; the way she'll wince and gasp, fingers grasping and twisting at the blankets. Sometimes she wakes in mumbling delirium, staring glassy-eyed at the wall. Rarely she'll open her eyes and actually see, lucid, but weak.
Always, her clansister is there. She looks like a fretful shadow of herself, wary. Her knives are sheathed but close by, lest anyone come to take issue with the small bed-ridden mage.
Wounded she might be, but she'd still opened a Rift in the heart of Skyhold.
[Adelaide.]
Nahariel is like a ghost that haunts her clansister's bedside. She talks little, sleeps less, and is only away for the briefest of reasons--one of which is to make sure Adelaide never runs out of tea when she's there. One day, as she sets down another cup, she suddenly and quietly speaks.
"I don't think I ever thanked you properly. Or your spirit."
[Pel.]
At some point during the next days Pel will look up to see the swarthy hunter often seen in Sina's company, with very little sound to accompany her appearance beside a polite throat-clear. She looks... tired.
"Pel?" She asks--mostly a formality.
"Sina was... mumbling in her sleep. She said your name once or twice, and..." she'll trail off, and run a hand through her hair with a sigh. Some of it sticks up afterwards--it doesn't look as if she's taking care of herself much.
"I know you fought not too long ago, and you were both hurt, but... would you come and see her? I think she'd like that."
[Everybody.]
[Bring flowers? Study her? Cry a bit? Be accusatory? Come on in!]
WHAT: Visiting Sina in Recovery -- for whatever reason
WHEN: Beginning of Guardian, the first weeks after the Surprise Rift is closed.
WHERE: A private tent in the Skyhold garden
NOTES: Positive and negative reactions both welcome! If you're not sure what happened, check that sweet sweet 'Surprise Rift' link!
In the days following, Sina sleeps, the toll the active shard took on her thin, pale form evident in the hollows of her face; the way she'll wince and gasp, fingers grasping and twisting at the blankets. Sometimes she wakes in mumbling delirium, staring glassy-eyed at the wall. Rarely she'll open her eyes and actually see, lucid, but weak.
Always, her clansister is there. She looks like a fretful shadow of herself, wary. Her knives are sheathed but close by, lest anyone come to take issue with the small bed-ridden mage.
Wounded she might be, but she'd still opened a Rift in the heart of Skyhold.
[Adelaide.]
Nahariel is like a ghost that haunts her clansister's bedside. She talks little, sleeps less, and is only away for the briefest of reasons--one of which is to make sure Adelaide never runs out of tea when she's there. One day, as she sets down another cup, she suddenly and quietly speaks.
"I don't think I ever thanked you properly. Or your spirit."
[Pel.]
At some point during the next days Pel will look up to see the swarthy hunter often seen in Sina's company, with very little sound to accompany her appearance beside a polite throat-clear. She looks... tired.
"Pel?" She asks--mostly a formality.
"Sina was... mumbling in her sleep. She said your name once or twice, and..." she'll trail off, and run a hand through her hair with a sigh. Some of it sticks up afterwards--it doesn't look as if she's taking care of herself much.
"I know you fought not too long ago, and you were both hurt, but... would you come and see her? I think she'd like that."
[Everybody.]
[Bring flowers? Study her? Cry a bit? Be accusatory? Come on in!]
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Finally, she gave a rather long and decisive sniff, wiping her nose with the back of her hand.
"...Keeper Thalia would be ashamed of me, I think," she said with a small rueful chuckle, the words slightly muffled by her other hand. "Even though the Vir Adahlen teaches that we're stronger together... I'm not sure she meant the 'we' to include those not of the People."
Nari sniffed again, and looked up at Korrin, her eyes red-rimmed and puffy but full of gratitude. "But... I don't think I'm ashamed of me. Too ashamed, anyway," she chuckled again, rubbed her eyes, "I did cry on someone I hardly know.
"Ma serannas, Korrin. For being fond of Sina. For the potions. And hopefully for not making fun of the state of my face right now. And... for doing your part to prove me wrong about us being alone."
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"Good, because you're not. These are extraordinary times, and I'd hope your Keeper would bend a little in light of that. Most of us here aren't Dalish, but that doesn't mean we can't be your 'clan away from the clan'. Many of us are in the exact same state, separated from family and those who might as well be. Drawing together in times like these makes it easier to cope with all the shit thrown at us."
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And Korrin was right. Despite Nahariel's distrust of the other races, everyone who passed through the gates of Skyhold shouldered their part of the burden with little complaint. There was friction, sure, but what clan didn't fight sometimes. In the end, everyone still did what needed to be done to help the whole survive.
"Be well in Emprise, yeah? If we're still campaigning there when Sina's better, I'll come and join you all. Or, if not, then I'll be here to help celebrate your glorious victory and go out with the scouts the next." She rubbed her head. "...I still want to help."