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faderift2016-07-04 11:16 pm
chainlightning) wrote in faderift2016-07-04 11:16 pm
you don't own the green pines
WHO: Merrill and open!
WHAT: An open log.
WHEN: Justinian 20th - mid-Solace
WHERE: Skyhold and the surrounding area
NOTES: Some talk of violence, injuries, death.
WHAT: An open log.
WHEN: Justinian 20th - mid-Solace
WHERE: Skyhold and the surrounding area
NOTES: Some talk of violence, injuries, death.
late justinian through early solace | healing tents
[ Justice is dead, but he nearly took many others with them -- Merrill included. She's in a bad way for a few days, especially after; her cheekbone is broke, her ribs mostly intact but her internal organs badly bruised, along with various and sundry scrapes, cuts, bite marks, bruises, and burns.
Still, she's a decent patient. She stays put in the tents, at least, though they can't quite get her to stop talking when she's feeling well enough to sit up and do so. Visitors are allowed at the discretion of the healers, but Merrill isn't going to turn anyone (or anything) away. ]
early solace | around skyhold
[ When she's allowed to leave the healing tents, it's not full-time. They don't want her going down to the Warden camp to sleep, but she's allowed to wander Skyhold as long as she's careful. As a result, Merrill mostly relaxes -- visits with friends or with potential new friends, sits in the garden, watches the birds.
She likes to go visit the griffons, when she can, though she has to be careful. They're less good about watching for injuries. ]
early-mid solace | camp shady fucker
[ When she's allowed to move more, when she's more patched up between a combination of time and magic, Merrill gets to work. Sleeping in a tent isn't new, but the events at Weisshaupt have shaken her. If they need to get out, she wants to be able to move quickly.
She starts to gather supplies. Wood, mostly, but any who know much about the Dalish may recognize what begins to take shape or the plans that Merrill checks every once in a while: an aravel. ]
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[ you know what to do ]
Because, Griffons. And sad-happiness. And best friends.
Mostly though, it made her realize that she couldn't do this like Marian did it, or Carver. She wasn't them. She wore her heart on her sleeve and she wasn't ashamed of it.
So there she was, careful of her own wounds to the griffons roost, where she knew she'd find Merrill. She dropped next to the elven woman, and wrapped one arm around her shoulders, resting her chin on her friend's shoulder.]
So ... I wanted to say a few things. First though, I love you, Merrill.
yes all of these things ;;
There's still the lingering thought that others will disappear to answer their Calling like Herc did, that Bethany could do it. But it's pushed to the side in comparison to the now, to the fact that she was able to keep Bethany from being even more injured against Vengeance, that she still has her friend. As a result, when Bethany sits next to her and wraps around her, Merrill wraps an arm around her back and rests her cheek on her hair. ]
I love you too, Bethany. I'm glad you're here -- and so, so glad you weren't at Weisshaupt.
Re: yes all of these things ;;
Well, I can't say the Fade was really that delightful ... but I am happy not to have seen what's become of the Order.
[She looked down at the baby Griffons, her gaze soft.] But look at them. All that research, all those hours we spent looking through tomes that said they were gone ... and here they are. Little fluffy miracles.
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Whenever the Inquisition goes... I'm going to go back. I'm going to help them.
[ However she can.
But for now- griffons. ]
I went to look at the library, while we were there -- some of the books were missing, but I never really thought they were there until Maja had us help her. And there's thirteen of them. Thirteen.
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I know. This time, I am going too.
[She gave Merrill a little squeeze.] We'll help them together.
[A smile flicked across her face as she watched them nip at one another.]
Thirteen griffons. Right here. This age is truly an age of wonders.
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Sighing happily, Merrill leans a bit more on Bethany, watching the hatchlings try to intimidate each other by fluffing up their feathers. ]
I do wish we could have saved Buttons' wing, but- we'll figure something out.
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[She looked at the poor little fellow, giving him a thoughtful look. She sighed, tilting up her chin again.]
Doesn't matter. We'll find a way to help him. Just because you're a little broken, doesn't mean there isn't a way to fix you. That's what I've got to keep believing for myself, so I'll believe it for Buttons.
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[ Poor Buttons :C ]
I would think someone could maybe- craft something, I suppose? Like they do for people who are missing part of their leg, only- it'd be a wing. It might be hard to make it capable of helping him fly, though, but maybe it could be enchanted?
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[She sighed softly.]
Well, we might be able to do something with some feathers and some leather. We could do something about enchanting it, as well.
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I know exactly who to ask - Alejandro, and Sam. Between the two of them they could come up with something brilliant. Or there's that odd little Avaar fellow, I hear he's clever.
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[ help her bethabi-wan kenobi ur her only hope ]
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Which one?
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