[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

[samahl]

Cyril doesn't believe in the gods. It's an opinion he has kept mostly to himself. He'll express it if pushed but otherwise he sees no harm in allowing people to believe in things that can't be proven. If anything, he feels a bit of envy towards those who experience faith so easily.

He still feels comforted by the appearance of the tree. Despite his own lack of faith, shrines and traditions have always given him a sense of community. Even with so many faces proudly wearing their vallaslin within Skyhold's walls, the Inquisition was still largely human and therefore largely alien.

Most of the time when he's around the shine, he's with Pel. Sometimes he comes alone though. It's a nice place to sit and think.

[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.

[chainlightning]

closed to sina, continued from here;
The sight, when Merrill comes upon it with note in hand, is enough to make her gasp. Soon after, as she's kneeling down before the stone with Sabrae etched into it, it's enough to make her cry. Her tears are mostly silent, but they nevertheless fall onto the stone as she traces the letters with her fingers.

"Ir abelas," she whispers, and she hopes that wherever they are, they know she means it. Then she straightens and picks up the note once more, looking around to see if the elf who gave it to her happens to still be there.

open;
Dahlasanor has the names of its falling on its stone. Sabrae does not, but Merrill knows each and every one from her lifetime. It will be slow work, and there will be a lot of names, but she's determined to do it. When she is available to do so, she is in the garden, adding names.

The first she writes is Tamlen. The second, Marethari. And she wonders, idly, if she should write in her own name; she is not dead, but she is gone. Can you be the last of a clan if the clan no longer claimed you?