[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.

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[foxsays]

Araceli doesn't ask for many things, not unless she can offer something in return of equivalent value or greater, would rather be in the position of having offered something first. She knows. She's handled things. Has always handled things at home with the assurance of a safety net available and in Thedas where one of the very first accusations levelled against them was that they were demons? Why would she ask, why would she provide ammunition? Stow your blessings in your holster and never give a person something to use against you, bard training only taught her that better.

But she's not quite twenty-two, long and far away from a home she loved that loved her in return, fighting a war that isn't hers that she never asked for.

"Not all the Inquisition are the Inquisition," Araceli says in an undertone intended for the two of them, grateful for the hand, her own set atop it to squeeze gently. A remark that makes less sense to people outside than those who actually know what it's like: it's not really one big thing, it's a lot of people with a lot of agendas and a lot of opinions conflicting and contrasting all trying. "I met a clan in Rivain though they were different, by their own admission, more used to trade and contact with outsiders and having different dealings with next to everyone by necessity. The less I talk about home, perhaps the better, we're a bit loose by the standards of almost all our neighbours. Leading their folk away with wine, women - and men - and song."

She introduced Sina to wine alongside Korrin, and she's a bard, she certainly fits the bill if that bit ever gets about. Might be a funny story somewhere down the line but not today.

"Only nobles do that whole thing. Last time I was at anything close there was a young man who took exception to me and his intended, we had a duel. I promise that I won't duel your brother." She pauses and manages a laugh. "Unless Sina asks, it's hard to say no to Sina but we are all very fortunate in her not being the violent type so everyone is quite safe."