[OPEN] vir sulahn'nehn, vir dirthera

[eolasemah]

WHO: Everyone, the Dalish in particular
WHAT: A shrine.
WHEN: Backdated, Wintermarch sometime, before the Skyhold rift.
WHERE: The back corner of the garden.
NOTES: Not so much a log as a thing that is now available. Feel free to comment with IC reactions and interactions.

In the back corner of the garden, near a sprawling growth of arbor blessing, a willow sapling has been planted. Propped against it, to help it grow straight, are a rudely-carved staff of oak and an unworked branch of cedar.

Three large flat stones have been placed flat on the grass in a circle around the little trunk. Etched into each is a name:
Ashara, Dahlasanor, Sabrae

On Dahlasanor's stone are written several names of the fallen.

Behind the sapling and etched into the stone wall of the garden, in a space cleared of vines:

in Uthenera ne revas

Comments

[wickedchase]

Twisted Fate's relationship with the Creators and all things Dalish is a bit complicated.

As his clan's former First, he'd been taught many tales about the Creators, been enforced in that belief. Sometimes it's about all a man has, even if he wishes to forget about it. Without that faith on occasion, he isn't entirely sure he'd have marched forward in life as he had.

Despite everything, he still quietly considers himself Dalish, never quite forgetting what he is, and what is wished. Fate looks at the clan names with a scowl.

Whoever set this up would not know, could not know, but still there's a bitter taste in his mouth. He's prepared himself as an outsider, and that's how it'll be. He knows that.

But more than he'd admit, there's the sting.

Nothing to be done about it.

"Such is the way of it," he murmurs to himself as he ponders by the shrine.