I have moved and I've kept on moving, proved the points that I needed proving

[mythalenaste]

WHO: Pel Ashara, Morrigan, Salem Ghilain, Katniss Everdeen, Mal Reynolds, Sam Gareth, Merrill, Sina Dahlasanor (via sending crystals)
WHAT: Studying elven ruins in the Hinterlands
WHEN: End of Wintermarch
WHERE: The Hinterlands
NOTES: Some fighting, altogether Indiana Joneslike archaeology. Meaning it's not really archaeology, it's just fighting and mystical weird ancient places.

Starters below. Or make your own WILDCARD!

Comments

[glandival]

[ Sabine's head tips to the side as she listens as to magic, and Merrill has her attention, and very nearly her amusement, imagination captured by enchantments gone awry-- and then the word Keeper crops up, and Merrill's charming magical ways are put in a more alien context.

No big reaction, just a glance away, her gaze snagging over all the other elfy bullshit they're surrounded by, before she ducks into a crouch, peering over the corpse of the demon curiously, picking at the ragged fabric and lifting it up.

Then, Merrill offers her name. Sabine pauses over it, like it's an offered morsel of something she isn't sure about, looking back over her shoulder. ]

Sabine. I've never fought before with Dalish, or mages. They do not all the time care to, where I'm from.

[chainlightning]

Well, the mages might, if they're not Dalish. But- well, yes, some of the clans can be rather- like that, unfortunately. Though my clan always tried to care, whether you have vallaslin or not.

[ Sabine is offered a shy smile; Merrill isn't quite sure how the woman will react to the comment. ]

Personally, I've lived away from my clan for some time now, in Kirkwall's alienage. And I've met all sorts of interesting people! So where others may not have cared to, I do.

[ And if others don't care to, well, maybe they should rethink the Inquisition being the place they belong. Play nice with the others trying to help save the world, everyone. ]

It really is very nice to meet you.