[closed] you cannot have me, I own myself

[eolasemah]

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.

Comments

[rowancrowned]

He appreciates the easy way she handles her authority, the confidence she wields in expecting she will be obeyed. Deheune is hard, and her clan has mostly thrived from it.

Thranduil murmurs something in polite agreement. It is alarming, even to an outsider, to see how quickly so many have fled the clan at the first possible chance. But this- it is for the best, even if it means there is one less clan. This makes up for those lost to the Inquisition, and further swells the ranks. Speaking of-

"If there are elflings, I would be honored if the clan would allow my kin and I to offer gifts."

Always deferential, always careful, always aware of his lack of station. But clearly pleased at the idea- Sina will make a wonderful mother, and children may help Sorrel past some of that constant fretting.

[arlathvhen]

"We will see what the future holds," Deheune replies smoothly, glancing off at Sorrel (Beleth was hanging around him again, did she think he was going to disappear if she blinked?). "Sina will be with the Inquisition for a while yet, and Sorrel is needed by our clan. But once that is settled, who knows?" Of course, that's supposing that Sina manages to get better from the strange magic ailing her, that neither Keeper could quite figure out.

"Sorrel's always been good with children, I'm sure that he would be a good father. And I've no doubt Sina is the same way. I suppose the only thing I can do is hope that I get to see my grandchildren, someday." Hint hint, Beleth and Sorrel.

She pauses for a moment, then glances at Thranduil, voice careful and as polite as she can make it. "You have children of your own, yes?" She's fairly sure that Thranduil hinted as much, the last time he had visited, though she hadn't pursued it, then.