Tried some bear stew. It was a little grizzly. (open)

[metaari]

WHO: Anyone who wants to show up
WHAT: Learn how to cook, eat food, drink, talk, be merry
WHEN: waves hands at the last weekend of Kingsway
WHERE: Camps just outside Skyhold
NOTES: Followup open log to this post

It's through travel with everyone recently that Metaari has come to realize that... well. There aren't a lot of battle chefs around. Not that he considers himself a chef, either, but at least he knows how to do a little more than stick meat over a fire. And now it's time to impart his knowledge on others so that they, too, may eat a little better when on the road. And, you know, assuming they aren't in such dire straits that they can afford to spend a little time pampering themselves.

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[dalishious]

So there's the good news. Merrick sighs, worrying his lip for a moment, grateful that the alcohol has numbed a fair bit of his anxiety at this point.

"Beleth..." Is heartbroken? Devastated? What are words? "Isn't."

[metaari]

"Ah." And there it is. The reason why Metaari has barely seen a hair on Beleth's head since they left the Asharas behind. Even the trip back to Skyhold, she was scarce, only around when there was nowhere else to be. Metaari hadn't thought much of it at the time, thought that maybe she was simply upset about leaving her brother again...

He tightens his hold slightly, strong and warm and reassuring. "Will she be alright, given time?" Metaari honestly doesn't want her upset; she's a good person, and doesn't deserve the heartache that he's brought about.

[dalishious]

"I don't know," Merrick mumbles in reply. He feels guilt threading through his ribs even though he knows he logically shouldn't. He hasn't done anything wrong... right?

"She...she thought we might have Bonded someday, she and I."