eolasemah | [closed] you cannot have me, I own myself

WHO: Sina, Nari, Beleth, Korrin, Araceli, Thranduil, others as specified in Notes
WHAT: The bonding ceremony of the Firsts of Clans Dahlasanor and Ashara (Siuona and Sorrellean, respectively)
WHEN: mid-Bloomingtide
WHERE: the Planasene Forest
NOTES: Usually only Dalish would be allowed, but amnesty is being granted to close, trusted friends of the bride, including outclan Ashara and Sabrae, should they choose to accept it. Upon the insistence of Clan Dahlasanor, unaffiliated city elves will also be welcomed as long as they aren't disruptive. (OOC note: if you're unsure and your dude wants to go, PM me)

The day starts out rainy and grey, never a promising sight for an outdoor ceremony. But the Dalish do most things outside, and everyone will likely be too busy partying to care about it after the bonding ritual itself, so the festivities are set to begin right on schedule.

A clearing has been chosen by Keeper Thalia of Clan Dahlasanor, and the words are to be spoken right at the edge of the forest, under the shelter of trees but still fully incorporating the flowers of the field. This is a place of some significance to Sina's clan, a symbol of their flight from the plains to the forest, and of their new, strengthening relationship to Clan Ashara.

The clearing and surrounding forest are otherwise littered with aravels and tents, a gathering of clans
one of which eagerly anticipates their joining. Keeper Thalia, an active participant in preparations,
has made it clear that she will be officiating the ceremony alongside Deheune; Dahlasanor is being welcomed, not absorbed.

Sina has been quietly nervous for the entirety of the journey from Kirkwall, but as is her tendency, she comports herself with poise and says little on the upcoming nuptials. She's not unhappy. It's her duty, she's proud to do it, and more than anything she's intensely excited to see her clan again.

And let's be real, the party afterward is going to be a rager.

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Feeling somewhat adrift and not knowing her place in this affair, Korrin decides it makes the most sense to focus on the person at the center of the impending ceremony. (Sure, Sorrel's a part of it, but she doesn't know him. So, it's just Sina.) She finds the tent easily enough, taking care with her height and horns not to mar it in any way as she steps inside. For a moment, she just takes in the sight of Sina thus garbed, a warm smile spreading on her lips.

"You look radiant, Sina. I hope it's not rude of me to enter right now, but I had to see if there's any way I can help."

Korrin's entrance causes a small scattering of elven attendants, who stand a few feet away and stare openly at the kossith's horns, making no move to interfere and perhaps too entranced to do so.
Sina is almost too distracted to notice, and she finally realizes nobody's messing with her at the moment, and turns to see Korrin looming in the doorway. She greets her with a smile, looking quite small and uncertain as she sits there in her fine robes and her hair all braided up with flowers.
"You're helping by giving me a rest," she assures her, "...don't be upset by their nervousness, I'm sure they'd love to get to know you." She'd reacted much the same when she first met Korrin.

Korrin doesn't take offense at the reactions of the elven attendants; more likely than not, she's the first of her kind that they've seen. And at any rate, her attention is far more on Sina herself, looking over her finery with a fond gaze. If she were an artist, she would beg a moment to sketch this down; as it is, the Vashoth woman will have to trust her keen memory to do it justice.

"Don't worry, I'm not. I'll just have to win them over at the afterparty, right?" She quirks a grin, sitting down by Sina and resting a hand on her shoulder. "How're you holding up, Sina? Think you can make it a little while longer or do I need to sneak you away for a few minutes?"

Dalish finery is somewhat different from what most would consider fine, but Sina still wears it well, the glow of the shard even somewhat softened by the layers of gauzy fabric.
"I'm sure you will, she insists, resting her hand on Korrin's, glad for the comfort of it. "I'll make it. Just having a bit of quiet does wonders." She smiles, but uncertainly. Though surrounded by people, she can't help but feel a bit isolated.

That uncertain smile has Korrin leaning in to drop a kiss atop Sina's head, careful not to muss up any of the hard work on the part of the handmaidens. The last thing she wants is to be responsible for Sina having to sit still while they do it all over again.

"I could summon Lux for you, if you need some furry comfort. He can't be far..but I can't promise he won't shed all over you, in the process." You take the bad with the good, when it comes to fox companions.

"Oh, I love him," Sina gasps, but mournfully. "If only his fur weren't so black and thick, he leaves it all over my clothes as it is." She looks down at her white robe. "Deheune would take one look at me and think I'm the Dread Wolf himself."

That provokes a sympathetic chuckle from Korrin, who from just glancing at Deheune can understand why Sina would not want to be on her bad side. But for once, she can hold her tongue about such things. "Then I promise we can manage it when the bonding ceremony is over. It'll matter less if he sheds on you afterward, right? And you can show off your new stole to Sorrel."

"It's a deal," Sina decides with a grin. "I imagine he'll be as alarmed as I was the first time the stole blinked at me."

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