we're not lost! we're on an adventure!

[chainlightning]

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. ]

Comments

[chainlightning]

You keep saying that. [ It's mumbled, but she is pleased by his belief nonetheless -- just embarrassed. ] Still, I don't know how to talk to most people, or anything.

[ombranera]

You open your mouth and, maker willing, words come out. They may even be coherent. [ Teasing, teasing, light and easy at her mumbling. ] Speak as you would to Hawke. She liked you well enough.

[chainlightning]

Hawke was special. [ Different. But then- everyone is special in their own way, aren't they?

So she straightens up a bit and nods. ] I'll try, at least.

[ombranera]

That she was. [ Much as it twisted in the back of his mind to consider her gone for certain- they had no way of knowing- at this point? It was the safest bet to make. ] You will find some fine friends here, Merrill. I am sure of it. Who can say no to you?

[chainlightning]

I hope so. I mean, I think they should be able to say no! But I'd like to make friends. [ Beat. ] We're friends, right?

[ombranera]

Of course we are, Colombina. [ Ever fair, ever hopeful. It suits. ] I could ask for no better.

[chainlightning]

"Colombina"? Is that Antivan? [ It has to be, right? ] But- good! I'm glad.

[ombranera]

It is, it means 'little dove'. A sign of affection.

[chainlightning]

[ D'awww. ] Well thank you, lethallin. I'll think of you every time I see doves, now.