#threads (merrill)

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Starter for @artifexx

"I made this for you." A small pot was presented to him, and though the contents weren't visible the minty smell of elfroot was undeniable.

Merrill enjoyed giving her friends gifts, little tokens of her affection and care. Isabela got pretty seashells that she collected when they went to the coast. Varric got feathers that he could make into quills. Anders she left as many medicinal herbs as she could find in his clinic because he always seemed to be worried his stocks were low. She liked feeling useful, worthy of being kept around.

And for Hawke:

"It's a Dalish recipe. It's good for muscle aches and also for..." she trailed of. For scars. Merrill swallowed, nervous to mention the obvious but her eyes did flick to the eyepatch he always wore. Maybe she'd overstepped the boundary.

"I just thought..." She shoved the little clay pot at him, suddenly nervous and awkward.

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Starter for @reigningmuses for Shaeva and Merrill Reunion

There were many times when Merrill caught blonde hair in the corner of her eye and had to turn and make sure it wasn't her. She wasn't sure what was worse, the disappointment when she saw it wasn't who she thought it was or the anger at herself for thinking that maybe this time would be different. Creators, she missed her and Tamlen so much. It was an ache that never had truly faded and even a few years past when she had to watch Shaeva be dragged out of the camp — kicking, and screaming, and swearing — it felt like they had been ripped apart only the day before.

So she couldn't quite believe what she was seeing. If it wasn't Shaeva then it had to be her doppelganger. The same blonde hair, the same green eyes, the same vallaslin of Sylaise over her eye. Merrill could only gawk, feet frozen to the spot on the stairs down to the Alienage.

But there she was standing under the Vhenadahl with the other elves skirting around her, cautious of this stranger in their midst. She wore the blue of the Wardens so if it wasn't Shaeva then Merrill imagined that she had finally lose her mind and was hallucinating the other woman back into being from grief and longing alone.

"S-Shaeva?" She called out, tenative. Merrill was afraid if she broke this spell then she would vanish forever and never see her again.

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@quiisquiliae liked for a starter from Merrill

"Hawke is such a strange name." Merrill mused.

Even amongst humans, she didn't add but she definitely thought. Humans did have such strange names. They didn't seem to have the intrinsic meaning that elvhen names did. Every elvhen name had a meaning either a hope for the child's future or a description of some trait of their's. Her own was no different. She who protects with dread sacrifice. It was almost as if her parents forsaw that she would end up as Clan Sabrae's First.

"Did your parents really like birds? I thought they would have chosen something like a robin or a starling — oh — what about a kestrel?"

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