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WHO: Merrill and open
WHAT: Merrill has freshly arrived and is already lost.
WHEN: Mid-Haring
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: c:

[ If anyone has made a map of Skyhold, no one's shown Merrill -- of course, she is rather freshly arrived, having come in during the night with a group of alienage elves. Most were from Kirkwall, but a few had joined up as they traveled from other locations, and all are glad to be off the road and out of the snow. She's spent most of her time getting them settled, trying to prove to whoever asks that yes, they do really all want to join and can be useful. She's mentioned Hawke and Varric more than is perhaps strictly necessary. But if it works, if it helps her people (elves, even though they're not Dalish; her new clan, her found clan), then Merrill is willing to do it.

That's why she had gone looking for the library in the first place. She doesn't appear to have found it, though; she may be in the kitchen, the pub, someone's bedroom, an office, yet another airing cupboard... basically anywhere but the library. And she is completely, utterly lost. ]

Oh, I do wish I hadn't lost that ball of twine...

[ Her sincerest apologies if she's interrupting something, really. ]

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[ It's a good catch, because Merrill nearly does look at her feet. Instead she literally stumbles as she tries to look anywhere but, taking a few rapid steps to regain her balance. ]

There are so many that I just- don't understand. It's all a bit lost in translation, I'm afraid, but I do think I'm better than I was.

[ Sort of. ]

And what if I have to eat with someone who has three forks while helping the Inquisition?

[ what then, Anders? ]

Well.

[It's the blind leading the blind.]

Keep one in reserve in case you need to stab someone with it, eat with one, and drop the third on the ground and say oops in the way that you do that could make even the most stalwart Templar let you perform your kind of magic in front of them.

[It isn't fair, really. Especially when he's near-certain that a large portion of the helpless act is just that, an act. She's smart. Maybe not metaphor or simile or street smart, but she's smart nonetheless.]

If there are three spoons, you're on your own. Just don't hang one from your nose. That's for other sorts of parties.

[Please let this mean that he hears stories of Merrill trying very hard to balance spoons on her nose soon.

He pauses inside the doorway, looking around. He's been left and the library wasn't there, which means right it is. Anders points and leads the way, keeping a wary ear out for armored boots. It's a shame no one had hung a bell on Fenris yet. That would make his life a lot easier.]

Spoons on noses are for the parties of commoners, much like a bell on a necklace. That's more of a surprise or a prank, though. Imagine if someone tried that on Fenris.

[Please.]

[ Oh, not helpless. Merrill would say as much herself. Culturally confused, not sure of social norms, yes -- but she is a mage, was a First even if she isn't any longer. She could be more powerful yet, if she did what the blood mages in everyone's nightmares do, but Merrill has no desire for that sort of power. She wants to know about the history of her people, but even then, she will not sacrifice innocents.

But no, not helpless. One only needs to see her cast a lightning spell to know that. ]

People wear bells on necklaces at parties?

[ And there will absolutely be stories of Merrill trying to balance spoons on her nose soon.

Still, the idea of Fenris with one makes her laugh. ]

I think it would match his spikes.

You've not seen that?

[In for a copper, in for a gold piece.]

...Maybe it's a Fereldan thing. Dogs, mud, bells... Actually, I think it all ties together. You don't want to go into the extremely muddy places without a bell on you and your mabari, just in case. Coming back, hearing the bell of a loved one on approach, became a cause to celebrate.

[Someone will kill him for this. But there are far worse reasons to die.]

As you care about Fenris, despite how he doesn't care about anyone, perhaps you should try putting a bell on his spikes.

[If it works, he wins and gets a warning system in place. If it doesn't, it's not like she's going to tell Fenris that Anders put her up to it. Fenris will snarl, glare, and stalk off angrily, which is his typical reaction to everything that isn't wine.]

[ Merrill tilts her head, clearly trying to puzzle this one out. Anders, you horrible man. ]

I never saw human hunters wearing bells, but I imagine they wouldn't catch very much if they were making that much noise.

[ And they already make more noise than elven hunters. ]

Maybe it would be better in his hair. Oh, or as an earring! That way the sound is clearer.

[ She's not quite sure if she believes Anders or not, but Fenris could use a little cheerful music. ]

[Success is his. He'll pay later. She'll probably babble all about why she put a bell on Fenris to Varric or Isabela or both, but it will be so worth it.]

Human hearing is a little dull compared to yours to begin with.

[Nothing like a little flattery to help, really.]

Which means as an earring for an elf it may be a little loud for Fenris. Hair, though. Hair would certainly work.

[He pauses in their walking, considers where he's been and where he hasn't been, and makes another turn. They should be close to the library, in theory, if half-gestured directions earlier had been any indication.]

You could even get the both of you matching ones. That could help people find you and then they can help you get un-lost.

I'd have to get him to sit still long enough for me to braid it in.

[ And Fenris can't sit still because Possibly Slavers. ]

Though having one myself might be nice, too!

[ She could really surprise people by remembering to take it off when she needs to be stealthy. ]

Where do you think I can find bells?

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