we're not lost! we're on an adventure!

[chainlightning]

WHO: Merrill and open
WHAT: Merrill has freshly arrived and is already lost.
WHEN: Mid-Haring
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: c:

[ If anyone has made a map of Skyhold, no one's shown Merrill -- of course, she is rather freshly arrived, having come in during the night with a group of alienage elves. Most were from Kirkwall, but a few had joined up as they traveled from other locations, and all are glad to be off the road and out of the snow. She's spent most of her time getting them settled, trying to prove to whoever asks that yes, they do really all want to join and can be useful. She's mentioned Hawke and Varric more than is perhaps strictly necessary. But if it works, if it helps her people (elves, even though they're not Dalish; her new clan, her found clan), then Merrill is willing to do it.

That's why she had gone looking for the library in the first place. She doesn't appear to have found it, though; she may be in the kitchen, the pub, someone's bedroom, an office, yet another airing cupboard... basically anywhere but the library. And she is completely, utterly lost. ]

Oh, I do wish I hadn't lost that ball of twine...

[ Her sincerest apologies if she's interrupting something, really. ]

Comments

[eolasemah]

[Sina is in the garden, sitting in a wooden chair and wrapped warmly in several blankets as she takes a new inventory of the decimated courtyard. When she hears someone enter, she looks up, expecting it to be Bruce or Samwise. Instead she's met with a face she knows she's seen before-- perhaps at an Arlathven?-- and although she'd normally smile and greet the woman, her ill health, general weariness, and desolation at the state of the garden merits Merrill little more than a questioning stare.]

[chainlightning]

[ It's the garden that really captures Merrill's attention, and both hands go up to cover her mouth as she gasps. It's been destroyed -- well, maybe not destroyed but it's certainly damaged, and Merrill crouches down to gently lift up a broken stem. ]

Oh, the poor things...

[ Her voice is quiet, but loud enough that Sina can likely hear her. If nothing else, she definitely looks upset at the state of the plants. ]

[eolasemah]

[Sina sets down her pad and quill, knitting her brow sadly at the woman's reaction.]

There was an... abomination. [The word sounds strange when she says it, as though she's used to saying something different.]

It killed everything near it.

[chainlightning]

[ She had told Anders once that there was no real difference between good spirits and bad demons. At the end of the day, they all have their purposes, they can all change based on what's around them, and they are not human or elf or qunari. All are dangerous, as all magic are dangerous; it's just a question of what is done.

As she cradles the broken plant between her fingers, she wonders just what happened to cause this, to make someone join with a spirit and become an abomination that truly does abominable things. ]

With some kind of aura? Or did it just... attack everything living?

[eolasemah]

I'm not sure. I... didn't see much of it. [She shuddered at the memory.]
It didn't attack me, not directly. It just... was. And then they killed it.

[chainlightning]

[ It was most likely someone who had been possessed against their will, Merrill thinks; tricked, perhaps in a dream. Not like Anders and Justice. Not even like her. ]

If only there were some other way.