[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

[chainlightning]

Merrill believes in their people, in their cause. She had told Aveline once "simple, not stupid" and it still applies. Simplicity in being seen, in showing their hands open in gestures of friendship and alliance with those who would stop this threat to their world, and knowing that doing so is the intelligent option. Perhaps it would surprise some, but maybe that makes it all the more important.

"Yes," she agrees, frowning softly as Sina touches the shard in her chest. She can only imagine how it must feel, how strange it must be. She also imagines that the glow must make it difficult to sleep, but she ignores that thought, for the moment. "I think we may be able to learn a lot from each other."