All My Limbs Can Become Trees [closed]

[arlathvhen]

WHO: Merrick and Beleth
WHAT: Talking about the clan, feelings, and the future.
WHEN: Late Solace
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Probably mentions of violence, will add as they pop up.

It's been a while since they've spoken, but things are starting to get set into motion, things that will affect...all of them. But Beleth feels reasonably sure of the reactions that most of her clan will have. She knows where most of them stand. She's not as sure about Merrick, and with his relationship with Metaari--

Well. There are things that need to be discussed. For him, and for her.

So she arranged a meeting with him on the rooftop, a safe place to talk without anyone listening in. And she sits there, staring up at the night sky as she waits for him to come. She's still not entirely sure how much she should tell him--the important things, obviously, but things of a more personal note? He's got more important things to worry about now.

The silent ambiance is broken by a sigh, and then the sound of joints popping as she stretches out, trying to keep her mind from dour thoughts already.

Comments

[dalishious]

Merrick has been lying low since Weisshaupt; things are stirring in Orlais, a political quagmire in which he has no desire to immerse himself. It's...been slower as a result, and Merrick contents himself by staying firmly out of the affairs of others-- unless, of course, they're people he cares about.

Unable to make an entrance like a normal person, he climbs the wall and hops up over the parapet to where Beleth is sitting on the roof, an apple in his mouth.

He goes to sit by her and pulls another apple out of his pouch, which he hands to her.