On The Road - Emprise du Lion and Western Approach

[the_effect_she_has]

WHO: Christine Delacroix, Merrick Ashara, Samouel Gareth, Korrin Ataash, Kain Highwind, Katniss Everdeen, Cremisius Aclassi, Rachette Dakal, Salvatore, Dismas, Clint Barton, and Fenris
WHAT: Movin' right along, to our separate missions ...
WHEN: First week of Haring
WHERE: The Frostbacks - riding, camping, general hijinks
NOTES: Warnings for sarcasm and probable showing off.

The journey through the Frostbacks is, of course, a grueling one, but only if you are traveling alone. The Inquisition scouting forces are, without a doubt, not alone. Not by any stretch of the imagination.

So clearly, new stories and new friendships or hatreds are just waiting to be written...

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[the_effect_she_has]

From what the others were telling her, the fact that he didn't heft a knife at her face was probably the best sign she was going to get that he accepted her apology, so she went back to finishing sharpening her knife, and then put it into place.

She sat in front of the fire, taking out a bit of bone to carefully carve, sitting in peaceful silence until Merrick's words drew her out. She was silent a few moments longer, her expression becoming pensive.

"Maybe it would have been different, if my father had been the kind of shemalan who never wanted children who were half-blooded. Or that my mother had simply dumped my sister and I with our father and never looked back. I am sure others have been through that - their first rejection is their own parents, so why would they want to say they had half-blood? Why wouldn't they want to hide, if only to be accepted."

She brings her tiny carving up a little, to blow the shavings free. "But Prim and I weren't raised that way. My father loved us, because we were part of our mother, and part of him. And my mother ... well, she still left, again and again. She made it clear that her clan would never accept us - but she also made it clear that we were still part of the Blood. That we should know both sides of our people, and take pride that despite thousands of years of oppression -- elves were still here. I think she felt guilty, honestly, or maybe ashamed of herself of what she could not do - leave her clan or admit to them what she had done -- and she thought teaching us the Old Ways would make up for her multitude of sins."

She looked up them, her grey eyes serious, "Not saying that it did, either. But I've never been ashamed of who I am, where I came from. If there is nothing else I have learned -- I'll never be looked on with respect, if I do not respect myself. All of myself."

[dalishious]

"I didn't ask for your life story," Merrick says pointedly once she's done, but he does take it all in. He still doesn't quite understand it, but it's of no relevance to him either way. He watches her carve as he smokes; her technique is different than his, and inferior in his opinion, but she's not bad at it.

"I don't put much stock in the Old Ways," he remarks, adjusting his feet so they're as close to the fire as they can get without burning. "It just felt right, being in the woods. Made sense."

[the_effect_she_has]

She arches an eyebrow at him, because he may not have asked but he listened anyways. She is starting to see why the others talk about Merrick that way - he does not want to show he cares. She's ... been there more times than she cares to.

She blows the shavings away, still working on her chess piece. "I do." Not said defensively, just said as is. She looked over at him sharply at that, before she smiled a little at her carving. "The woods are the only place that make sense."