[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

[gatheringstorm]

Damn, Araceli. That comment about Beleth's mother nearly has Korrin messing up their rhythm, a burst of laughter escaping her as she draws her kadan in close again. "The woman with the stick up her arse? Either she'd try to pretend it never happened or we'd uninvited in a heartbeat and have to make a run for it. I bet none of them have seen a bare qunari ass before."

Hopefully, her magic is faster than their arrows, as she's rather fond of it.

"And I'm not hearing that as a complaint. Care to put all that practice to use, then?" Yeah, she sees that smirk and responds in kind.

[foxsays]

"I did speak with her, it was only polite to do so when I was allowed to attend and when both my mother and father raised me to greet my hosts." Araceli isn't going to let it be said she's impolite. (And even if she doesn't count herself a rifter, actions have consequences and she cannot escape how the world will see her, so making an at least decent impression here might one day impart a good impression for the rest.) "Help or no help, getting back into this dress doesn't happen in a hurry, if I'm the first rifter woman then that's another first for them. Two." Really, she would rather not be ejected from the wedding if only so she perhaps doesn't need to run unsupported, it's not a comfortable experience for a busty girl.

"Do we need to decide the stakes of the wager?"

[gatheringstorm]

No one ever accused Korrin of being overly polite, and she'd just as not have Deheune assume that she was trying to be intimidating with her height as sometimes happens. So until or unless the woman is right in front of her, the Vashoth is content to skip mutual acknowledgment. Besides, nothing will pull her away from Araceli's side now, not when she's becoming more distracted with every passing moment.

That question prompts a grin as she spins Araceli around. "If we're caught, I'll get you a replacement corset? Not like you'd have to twist my arm for that to happen, anyway."

[foxsays]

"Are there any seamstresses of note in Kirkwall?" Araceli has her doubts, shaking some of her hair out of her face since she left it down and loose for the most part today. Anything else seemed too fussy or it's the legacy of the parties she wears that sort of her to talking. If she misses Orlais for anything, it's the abundance of shops with good reputations as far as quality tailoring goes, and their willingness to serve members of the Inquisition.

"But that always seems like incentive to you, why do you think I unlace myself?"

[gatheringstorm]

"There have to be, right? Not everything those fancy noble ladies get can be from Orlais, they'd need some local stuff. But we could always make a trip to Val Royeaux, if that's what you want." Korrin likes Val Royeaux as much as she does Winter Palace soirees, which is to say not at all. That said, Araceli's desires have the power to send her even there.

"What's incentive to you, then? If you've something in mind, say it."

[foxsays]

"I have your measurements written down somewhere but at least three seamstresses in Val Royeaux and another one in Halamshiral have them too," Araceli replies smartly because she can't help it, she likes clothes and she understands the power in dressing a certain way. The measurements will turn up too, tucked inside one of the books or things she hasn't actually unpacked because she doesn't have anywhere to actually put things without them getting in the way.

Spinning and moving easily into a dip low enough her hair almost brushes the ground, she considers it. "I won't say anything once we have a place of our own for a whole week if you leave things wherever you like. One whole week."

[gatheringstorm]

Mention of her own measurements has Korrin letting out an amused huff; she doesn't protest the idea, exactly, but staying still for so long is usually torture to her. That and snooty seamstresses like before, but that's almost worth experiencing again, just to watch Araceli threaten them. It's a sight that still makes Korrin's heart skip a beat, just remembering it.

Korrin lets the dip linger long enough to slip in a kiss, just because she can. And that suggestion prompts her to raise an eyebrow. "A full week without even an eyeroll? You have yourself a deal, kadan." Because she likes uncluttered floors in theory, but sometimes you're bone-tired after fighting yet more horrors and only have energy to collapse on the bed. And sometimes there are other outlets for that energy, and then cleaning up can wait....

[foxsays]

Araceli deepens the kiss, nips Korrin's bottom lip before she pulls away because they're going to be slipping off sooner rather than later.

Life with her mother with space at a premium, trips on her father's ship then living in the small space she had until the palace with Lux likely to steal or chew if she didn't explicitly tell him not to, and Araceli will still take the time to tidy. To fold her clothes or hang them so they continue to sit right. "The only reminder are laces, you know Lux can't resist them but that's the only thing I'll say because he's a menace."