#m.merrill

"Eh..." Merrill looked more confused than lost at this point. This was not something she knew how to handle. She was still new to these worlds of humans and lacked the knowledge of roaming freely in the world. While she did know a lot of the wilds and herbs and dalish clans, the cities, they were so confusing to her sometimes.

Hawke, Isabela and Varric were good teachers and guides and sometimes even guard rails, but she was an adult, even slightly older than them, and while they were scared for her, she could easily kill whoever was a problem if needed. Humans just fascinated her,, but even this situation left her perplexed.

Admittedly, Merrill latched to the people around her. Especially when they were in her life repeatedly for some reason. In Elias’ case, they were neighbors, and more often than not, she had asked him to fix this or fix that. For some reason he always did and she offered him tea in return. She was very skilled with her tea, it was always savory and crafted in the most delicate way possible.

The opposite of this situation. She avoided bars, not that the taste of alcohol was not to her liking, it was, but the sounds were overwhelming at times. And then there was the fact that she tended to just stare at conflicts cause they were fascinating to her, got caught in the crossfire of it more than once and then just ended up in custody too. So really, she avoided it to make it so everyone could be less worried about her.

The fact that Elias was there, was just a bonus and she had just invited herself to his table. He seemed absent, and while talking a bit about how their other neighbor had left the trash can on the curbs for days now and it attracted rats, she paused and followed his gaze towards the pool table.

« I then took the rat and ate it … ». no reaction. «  I licked the trash can… ». still no reaction. « I took the trash can and threw it at the neighbor. » Merrill cocked an eyebrow. Oh he was gone gone. Some whisper in her head told her that maybe they weren’t that interested, Merrill nodded, it seemed so. She tried again by randomly thinking about monopoly money and that got a reaction. She made a face. « Of all the things , that’s the one that got you paying attention ? » she wondered out loud. Her big eyes were just focused on him.

Merrill seemed to be looking at a painting they had in the living room. She did not recall it being that way yesterday, but maybe, just maybe she had not been paying attention that much to it before. One never knew. She blinked and took a sip of her tea. Around her, her roommate was just running around trying to scramble clothes to wear.

"I told you to invest in a way to have your clothes somewhere ... a wardrobe, hanger rack, a dresser, I do not think the sofa should have that many of your bras." she comments and then giggles to herself as she hears something.

She blinks again and looks back at the painting. "I think I need to bring that painting back to the museum..." she realizes. It's been cleaned for months. The signature at the bottom does show that it really should get back to the museum.

A new comer, not any new comer. She had picked up the name when he had introduced himself to Hawke. Since she was behind her friend, she leaned to the side to look over the shoulder. "Oh, you're Mahariel 's friend ! I know you... she talks about you all the time in her letters. "