001 drop of lyrium || [video] + action

[arlathansgrace]

Oh! Andaran atish’an! This is such an interesting way to talk to people, don't you think? I can see your face and you can see mine! It's like a mirror, but it reflects other people back at you.

[Merrill waves, smiling broadly, her large eyes sparkling with delight.]

My name is Merrill, and I'm looking for my friends. I appear to be a little lost. [She swings the tablet around too fast to really see anything useful. Just a lot of stone.] Did you see that? I'm lost. But I have friends who can help me become, ah, not lost.

Sometimes, when I was lost in Kirkwall, Isabela - she's one of my friends - would swoop down from the top of a building and tell me where to go. She's very pretty, with dark hair and a lovely blue bandana. Oh, and a necklace. It's quite hard to miss her necklace and what's below it. And there's Aveline, but sometimes I worry she doesn't like me. She has red hair, like the sun, and quite a lot of freckles. I like her freckles. I wish I had freckles... [Merrill trails off, tapping her fingers against her cheeks as if counting freckles. She comes back to herself suddenly.] I'm sorry, I tend to get lost in my thoughts. I think that's how I ended up here. Do you ever do that? You start thinking and then you just don't come out. What was I saying before?

Oh, yes, my friends! I have quite a few of them. Isabela and Aveline and Varric! Varric is a dwarf, and he's very funny, but his stories aren't always true. He tells me stories about pirates, but Isabela says they're mostly made up. And Fenris, he's elvhen, like me, but--that's not going to be trouble, is it? In Kirkwall, they make us live in alienages, and they're very dirty. I had a nice house, but it was very small. No one in Thedas seems to like the elvhen very much, and living in the alienage is very uncomfortable...

[She stares past the tablet screen for a moment, thoughtful.] I hope there aren't any alienages here...

If you know my friends, would you tell them I'm looking for them? Ma serannas for your troubles. Or, if you recognize this place-- [She ducks out of the frame, an alleyway filling the screen for a few seconds before she fumbles the tablet and then drops it. Merrill's face pops into the frame again, a worried expression on it.] Oh, dear, I hope I haven't broken you...

[ooc: Feel free to engage the very lost Merrill in actiony posts. As a Dalish elf, she tends to speak in the elvhen language frequently. You can hover over the text with your mouse to get a translation!]

Comments

[bloodyantivan]

Well, the good news is if you're on a bed, then you needn't worry about getting up. And I'd be there to help you get out of it if things got too dire. [Zevran adds a leer for good measure, just in case, somehow, Merill still doesn't get what he's talking about. Which she might not.

Because it's Merill.]

[arlathansgrace]

[She doesn't.

For a second.

And then:]

...oh. Oh, you mean-- oh. [Her cheeks turn scarlet.] But you don't know me!

[bloodyantivan]

I know you are beautiful, which would be enough for me to begin with. And I know Isabela likes you, which means you are not worth only my attention, but my admiration.

[She's absolutely precious.]

[arlathansgrace]

[How do Zevran. How do.

She flounders for a moment, red-faced and stuttering. Then she ruins it.]

I'm a blood mage.

[bloodyantivan]

Ah, a blood mage, is it? [Color him impressed. Zevran raises an eyebrow, but there's no judgment in his gaze.] I am an assassin. What a dangerous pair we make, hm?

[arlathansgrace]

You're not bothered by that? [What a relief. She relaxes.] An assassin? Oh, yes, I remember now. We helped you with--with something. I probably shouldn't say.

[bloodyantivan]

No. Far be it for me to tell anyone what skills to use to their advantage. [Zevran gives her an appraising look.] I do believe I like you better than the blood mages I have met previously, though. They were rather intent on killing me horribly, or taking over my mind, or suchlike. And none of them were as beautiful as you.

[As for meeting yet another person who knows his future - Zevran leaves it alone for now. Sometimes it might be best not to know.]

[arlathansgrace]

You've met other blood mages? They're not all very nice. We fought quite a lot of them in Kirkwall. So many... [She sighs quietly.] But I'm glad to see you're here, Zevran. It's good to have more of the People here.

[bloodyantivan]

Yes, when the Ferelden Circle was overrun. [Zevran can't help but grin. She's so sweet and enthusiastic - two things that genuinely surprise him, coming from a Dalish woman. Perhaps she just hasn't had enough time to cultivate disdain for a man who sometimes seems like he's part of the People in name early.] And I am just as happy to see you, Merrill.