faderift | The Rocky Road to Skyhold

WHO: Siuona and Nahariel Dahlasanor, [your face here]
WHAT: Just two Dalish traveling on an unfamiliar road to an unfamiliar place. (They're lost.)
WHEN: Around the time other small contingents are leaving for Skyhold
WHERE: Road from Redcliffe to Skyhold, theoretically, but who even knows?
NOTES:
↠The two are likely to be skittish around non-elves, but don't let that stop you!
↠They have one of those godawful sketch-maps that are somehow supposed to help you find things!

Only a couple of hours down the road, and Nahariel was getting worried. Siuona hadn't spoken all that much since her incident with the bears getting her up a tree. Not that Sina was given to chatter, but the hunter hadn't gotten much of a reply about anything from the food at the inn, to how long the trek was likely to be, to whether or not she thought the little flowers in the grass along the side of the path were pretty.

She sighed, stretched her arms across her chest, and tried again.

"Does your chest hurt?"

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By the way the elven huntress recoiled from his grasp, it was enough to remind him of the poor relations that humans have with elf-kind. He felt guilty for overstepping his boundaries like that. He's a brother of the Order, a Templar, Knight-Commander. Alayre is not given the priveledge to forget himself or his manners. Not now and not ever. Until he last draw breath, he must remain chivalrous and honorable. This is what it means to be of the Order. He must be selfless and stern but most of all, he must defend those who need it.

"My apologies but the hour is upon us. We must make haste." Sauveterre mutters as he glances up towards the cloudy skies. A storm probably lurks in the distance considering the sudden cluster of clouds that begun to gather.

He gestures for the younger elf to climb onto Durandal's saddle and holds the reins to his horse securely. Of course he caught a glimpse of that green glow but spoke nothing of it. The Templar turned his attention towards the other elf. "Are you two sisters? If not, then the Maker certainly made you both in a similar image." He says with a warm smile that fades ever so slightly.

Edited 2015-10-21 03:17 (UTC)

Following his glance to the clouds that gathered on the horizon, Nahariel thinned her lips and nodded, clasping her hands to aid Siuona in mounting the mare.

"Clansisters, yes," she replied, a smile playing at the corner of her mouth. Similar? She had always thought of them as day and night; Sina pale and fragile with immense doe eyes, she dark and hard with a gaze that pierced rather than warmed. I suppose we're both thin and we're both elves. Not that she was in a place to judge. Most humans looked the same to her as well.

Sina cast the Templar an uncertain and perhaps slightly judgmental glance at his comment, but kept her thoughts to herself. She touched the mare's shoulder, leaned around to peer into her visible eye, then gave her a reassuring pat and allowed Nari to assist her in mounting. This was precarious; she'd never ridden a beast this tall before, but she could feel that Durandal was indifferent to her presence, if not actively gentle.
She gripped at the saddle's horn with one hand as she stifled another cough with the other, then rested it to her chest again, forcing herself to stay upright. She tried not to think about what she was doing or why-- the important thing was that they arrive at Skyhold in one piece.

A thoughtful hum escapes Sauveterre. "Ah, so that's why you two seem so sisterly." Now that certainly makes sense. The two elves seem loosely related despite their obvious differences. Sauveterre doesn't really know what to say to these poor elves. He desperately wants to ease the tension between them but they're too wound up for smalltalk.

He turns his gaze towards the sickly elf and smiles. "Feeling a tad awkward up there? Oh, don't fret. We shall be at Skyhold soon." Sauveterre says as he gently tugs on Durandal's reins. The horse trots slowly with her new rider upon her back. She seems to know the child is unwell and refuses to take up her usual sprint.

"Come! We shall make haste."

((This seems like a good place to either call it or hop ahead to Skyhold arrival, depending on everyone's opinion. :3 If we fade to black here, everyone can do a last post about their behavior for the rest of the journey, otherwise: we'll figure it out.))

Edited 2015-10-22 08:45 (UTC)

(ooc: I don't mind calling it here. The two can finally join Skyhold proper now. :) Alayre would've bid his farewells shortly and return to the outskirts for patrol)

((And Nari is left guilty that he helped them all the way there and she didn't even tell him her name. :) She'll come up with something.))

(ooc: thankfully, Alayre is so easy to find around Skyhold. lol)

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