[ merrill wasn't used to being turned to in times of crisis. if anything, she was the one who always turned to someone else, some outside force to help her when she needed it — marethari, hawke, isabela, demons. she was a girl who looked for answers for others, and if she were being honest with herself, someone who often needed guidance. so to have someone ask her what to do, or for advice — it was as intimidating as it was exhilarating, sending rushes of blood to her ears and sweat to her face. her voice was just as rushed as it had always been, but decisive, her mind able to keep up with her thoughts as she offered solutions to problems.
she finally felt like she had found a place she was needed. an alcove, a tiny speck on thedas that she was both useful and appreciated. as one of the few people both able and willing to stay and allay the elven refugees of kirkwall, she began to think of elves more as one than she ever had. she felt camaraderie with the city elves in a way that she had not expected to, and felt that the unity of all elves — dalish, city, or something else, was integral to their race.
today, she hadn't expected to encounter that 'something else.'
hearing a light rapping at her door, she gasps, looking behind her shoulder to it, then to a cloak she had lying across a wooden chair. she wrapped herself in it, approaching the door, her hand hovering over the knob. this place, despite the chaos, still was not safe for someone like her. she turned her hand to look at the scars on her palm for a moment, pulling her glove down to cover them sufficiently. she opened the door. ]
Hello? My, I wasn't expecting any visitors today. May I help you?
[ her saccharine tone is tinged with some forwardness. it was pretty obvious, given that she was peeking from around the half opened door, that she wanted to get to the point, especially given how.. unsettling the other elf seemed. he carried himself in ways foreign to city elves, but his face did not bare any telltale vallaslin. curious, she thought. ]
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she finally felt like she had found a place she was needed. an alcove, a tiny speck on thedas that she was both useful and appreciated. as one of the few people both able and willing to stay and allay the elven refugees of kirkwall, she began to think of elves more as one than she ever had. she felt camaraderie with the city elves in a way that she had not expected to, and felt that the unity of all elves — dalish, city, or something else, was integral to their race.
today, she hadn't expected to encounter that 'something else.'
hearing a light rapping at her door, she gasps, looking behind her shoulder to it, then to a cloak she had lying across a wooden chair. she wrapped herself in it, approaching the door, her hand hovering over the knob. this place, despite the chaos, still was not safe for someone like her. she turned her hand to look at the scars on her palm for a moment, pulling her glove down to cover them sufficiently. she opened the door. ]
Hello? My, I wasn't expecting any visitors today. May I help you?
[ her saccharine tone is tinged with some forwardness. it was pretty obvious, given that she was peeking from around the half opened door, that she wanted to get to the point, especially given how.. unsettling the other elf seemed. he carried himself in ways foreign to city elves, but his face did not bare any telltale vallaslin. curious, she thought. ]