Helping the elves in the alienage in Kirkwall had mostly turned into trying to relocate as many of them as possible out of Kirkwall. Merrill wasn't a healer. She couldn't do a whole lot for the injured other than attempt to set up traps.
What she could do was come and go freely from the city. No one stopped The Champion's companions and hardly anyone thought to keep a Dalish elf in the city in the first place.
She'd gone back to Ferelden, a thing she'd never thought she'd ever do after the blight drove her clan out. She could survive on her own. It was easier with a clan, of course, with bright aravels slipping through the forests to scare off those who might think to do them harm if they were on their own.
Merrill didn't have a clan any longer, though. She was crossing the Frostbacks on the way back from staying with some accommodating Avvar when the sky tore itself open. She stared up at the sky, dread filling her heart, slithering down her spine and coiling around her throat. It wasn't safe to scream. Fen'Harel she thought as she tried to melt back into the frost flecked foliage. No one else was powerful enough or cruel enough to do something like this to the world.
Her fingers curled around the amulet at her chest as she hoped for Sylaise's blessing that somehow she would learn to heal.
She closed her eyes tightly. The gods rarely listened, but she would pray for Dirthamen to let her move as swift and silently as a secret, for Andruil to keep the beasts of the forest from her and for Falon'Din to be a friend to whoever lost their lives in this new disaster.
The wind shifted her hair, getting suddenly warmer. She could feel the sun on her face.
Merrill opened her large green eyes and- None of this was at all familiar. The sky was blue and whole and she could hear the happy little trilling of birds somewhere. She let go of her amulet and followed the road up to the nearest building. She couldn't read the sign, but it seemed rather welcoming, didn't it?
Merrill - Assigned Threads
What she could do was come and go freely from the city. No one stopped The Champion's companions and hardly anyone thought to keep a Dalish elf in the city in the first place.
She'd gone back to Ferelden, a thing she'd never thought she'd ever do after the blight drove her clan out. She could survive on her own. It was easier with a clan, of course, with bright aravels slipping through the forests to scare off those who might think to do them harm if they were on their own.
Merrill didn't have a clan any longer, though. She was crossing the Frostbacks on the way back from staying with some accommodating Avvar when the sky tore itself open. She stared up at the sky, dread filling her heart, slithering down her spine and coiling around her throat. It wasn't safe to scream. Fen'Harel she thought as she tried to melt back into the frost flecked foliage. No one else was powerful enough or cruel enough to do something like this to the world.
Her fingers curled around the amulet at her chest as she hoped for Sylaise's blessing that somehow she would learn to heal.
She closed her eyes tightly. The gods rarely listened, but she would pray for Dirthamen to let her move as swift and silently as a secret, for Andruil to keep the beasts of the forest from her and for Falon'Din to be a friend to whoever lost their lives in this new disaster.
The wind shifted her hair, getting suddenly warmer. She could feel the sun on her face.
Merrill opened her large green eyes and- None of this was at all familiar. The sky was blue and whole and she could hear the happy little trilling of birds somewhere. She let go of her amulet and followed the road up to the nearest building. She couldn't read the sign, but it seemed rather welcoming, didn't it?