Here be an answer to the prompt: Flowers.
Prompt: Flowers
The shrine had been Hawke's mother's idea - something simple but beautiful to remember her other daughter by. Rhea hadn't objected to it, releaved that Leandra had finally given up on the idea of searching for her daughter's body. They had built the shrine to a quiet corner of the Hawke estate, decorating it with the few items Bethany had left behind. Carver, Rhea and their mother had also picked several items that reminded them of her. Where her mother and Carver had gone for her favourite colour or a scent she often wore, Rhea had chosen the one thing Bethany had adored above all other.
She had loved flowers. Not for their scent or looks, but practicality. Her herbalism had been an immense help in their times in Lothering - to her siblings, parents as well as some of the most accident prone residents.
At first her companions, brother especially, had tried to stop her from venturing into the woods and fields surrounding Kirkwall alone. But, like her sister, Rhea had steely determination and those who got in the way felt it in their skin. Bull-headedness, some called it, utter stupidity it was to others. Only a few saw it in the real light: it was her determination that saw them out of Lothering, her bull-headedness that dragged her weeping mother and enraged brother out of the city swallowed by darkspawn. There had been no time, no chance to stay and fight - it would've been a suicide and she'd only been one more person dying, fighting for something she couldn't save.
They all knew that the blame fell on bad luck: had the ogre been elsewhere, had they managed to slip through. There were always ifs in things one wanted to change but knew they couldn't. Carver had started to accept this, during the first year he hadn't even spoken about it. Mother was another thing - she had openly mourned her lost daughter as well as shedding a barrage of tears behind closed doors. It took her months to start talking again, after a year and a half she managed a smile. When it came to Rhea, the loss of her only sister was still a bitter and dark place in her chest but she had never searched for a scapegoat to put the blame on.She had accepted in silence and found strength in her loss. She had survived where Bethany hadn't, that was all there was to it. She would not be able to wipe out the darkspawn to get her revenge, she would not be able to track that ogre down. But that day she had decided that no matter what stood in her way, she would emerge victorious. If for nothing else, then to make Bethany proud.
This shrine was the closest they had come to a compromise on how to honor Bethany's memory.
Rhea stood in silence, her gaze lingering on the sea of different-coloured petals swaying in the wind. She had done this every year, on the day of Bethany's death, and it never proved any easier. Her bouquests always consisted of bright colours, complementing her sister's persona, but this year...this year she had deliberately picked the ones with darked colours - not to remember Bethany herself but the feelings remembering her sister awoke in her. But there were not enough colours to put those emotions into, no amount of flowers, no matter what colour, could ease the aching hollow inside of her.
She knelled down to pick another flower with dark blue blossoms, gently bending the stem but it didn't break. Annoyed, she gave the plant a slight yank. Two of the petals came loose and slowly floated down, coming to rest on the ground.
Rhea swallowed the first emerging sobs but couldn't stop the few teardrops that rolled down her cheeks. She stroke the broken flower gently, trying to control the newly emerging sobs. It became more difficult each year, trying to lock Bethany and all the memories revolving around her somewhere deep inside. The smiles, the games they played, the pranks that drove the other residents to near insanity - they were as much a part of her as they were of mother or Carver. But she had to be strong for them in times they found no comfort in their own memories. Here, on the field, amongst the flowers, it was just Bethany and her. Just her memories and sorrows - there was no one to be strong for.
In the field, amongst the wildflowers, Rhea could be weak for herself and no one would ever know. Here she could remember her sister as was proper, with tears she had thought she no longer had.
There was a gentle touch on her should and someone knelled beside her. Rhea sniffled, dried her eyes and raised them to meet the person who had searched her out.
Fenris.
His pale green eyes scrutinized her and it took Rhea a few seconds to understand what she saw in them was worry. She swallowed and looked at him, questions she couldn't voice seeping into her eyes as a mixture of shades and shadows. He nodded slightly and slowly she wrapped her arms around him, letting the tears she had held up for years wet his armor. He whispered her something in a language she didn't understand but found soothing. He placed a kiss on the top of her head and slowly ran his fingers through her hair as she continued to sob in his arms.