you don't own the green pines

[chainlightning]

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.

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 ]

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Re: yes all of these things ;;

[sunshinethroughgrey]

[She kissed Merrill's pale cheek, and leaned against her friend. Gently, though. They both had enough wounds between them to put them both back in the healing tents for months.]

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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[ At least they're alive. And, well- there are a lot of very good healers in Skyhold. They got lucky. ]

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.

[sunshinethroughgrey]

[Marian would have a lot to say about her luck, when she showed up again. Especially since they were both pushing it.]

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.

[chainlightning]

[ They learned from the best.

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.

[sunshinethroughgrey]

Is there anyway to heal the wing? Or was his completely destroyed?

[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.

[chainlightning]

It's, er- gone.

[ 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?

[sunshinethroughgrey]

Oh, poor little fellow.

[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.

[chainlightning]

Maybe some of the craftsmen around could make something fitting, especially when he's older. I just- suppose I don't know who to ask.

[sunshinethroughgrey]

[She gnawed on her lip, before she suddenly brightened.]

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.

[chainlightning]

I- think I met Sam? Once?

[ help her bethabi-wan kenobi ur her only hope ]

[sunshinethroughgrey]

I'll introduce you. You'll like him, he's ... well. He's a bit of a charmer and a sheepish fellow all in one, but clever as the dickens.

[chainlightning]

He sounds nice, at least. He doesn't mind elves?

[sunshinethroughgrey]

I believe so? I've seen him around that gorgeous looking blonde elf.

[chainlightning]

Er.

Which one?

[sunshinethroughgrey]

Not Zevran ... but I have seen him around Zevran. Uhm. Very beautiful. Always around that angry, dark-haired Dalish ... ah! Cyril!

[chainlightning]

I have no idea who that is.

[sunshinethroughgrey]

Well, once you see him you'll know him. He's got one of those faces.

[chainlightning]

What does that mean? I've heard that phrase a lot, and I've never actually gotten to ask.

[sunshinethroughgrey]

Oh, you know ... a really attractive face. With all the features in the right place for you. Like Aleron for me.