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eachdraidh2015-05-09 01:32 pm
notyetlegend) wrote in eachdraidh2015-05-09 01:32 pm
sixth arrow → VIDEO → Seelie
Oh for...of all th' irresponsible...
[There's some angry Scottish muttering as Merida sets her locket down, standing in front of what looks like a shrine to the White Hart in armor. Or it had been before it was desecrated in such a manner. Her knees sink into the dirt and tugging her quiver and bow off and setting them to the side, she starts to fix it up, huffing. Her locket is angled so that she can look at it while she works, pulling a face when she pulls things out of the broken shrine before tossing them over her shoulder.]
As if we didn't have other things to worry about with th' Void comin' closer. Honestly, whatever happened to respectin' th' gods? I thought th' Black Shuck an' th' White Hart held sway over these lands.
[It's the second one she's come across in the last day or so, though she bets there are more like this. Even her ears had caught noise of the riots that had started happening in the Drabwurld, and not shardbearer related this time. Merida shook her head as she set the shrine artifacts upright, making a mental note to replace them as she sighs. She can't claim to know the affairs of gods, even with what Ben said about the vision he had. After a minute or two and the shrine starting to look better, Merida pulls her hands back to rest them against her legs, pausing before picking her locket up again.]
Does anyone consider just...stayin' here? Settle down after th' war ends? I don't know if I could go back home to who I used to be, if I could just forget everythin' that's happened here an' all the people I've met, th' friends I've made. [She reaches to brush the hawk feather behind her right ear back, braided into her hair like it is.] Just curious if anyone else feels th' same way I guess.
[There's some angry Scottish muttering as Merida sets her locket down, standing in front of what looks like a shrine to the White Hart in armor. Or it had been before it was desecrated in such a manner. Her knees sink into the dirt and tugging her quiver and bow off and setting them to the side, she starts to fix it up, huffing. Her locket is angled so that she can look at it while she works, pulling a face when she pulls things out of the broken shrine before tossing them over her shoulder.]
As if we didn't have other things to worry about with th' Void comin' closer. Honestly, whatever happened to respectin' th' gods? I thought th' Black Shuck an' th' White Hart held sway over these lands.
[It's the second one she's come across in the last day or so, though she bets there are more like this. Even her ears had caught noise of the riots that had started happening in the Drabwurld, and not shardbearer related this time. Merida shook her head as she set the shrine artifacts upright, making a mental note to replace them as she sighs. She can't claim to know the affairs of gods, even with what Ben said about the vision he had. After a minute or two and the shrine starting to look better, Merida pulls her hands back to rest them against her legs, pausing before picking her locket up again.]
Does anyone consider just...stayin' here? Settle down after th' war ends? I don't know if I could go back home to who I used to be, if I could just forget everythin' that's happened here an' all the people I've met, th' friends I've made. [She reaches to brush the hawk feather behind her right ear back, braided into her hair like it is.] Just curious if anyone else feels th' same way I guess.