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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.
Video;
[Zhaneel's gaze drifts over the young woman, inner lids flicking quickly over her eyes. She catches the motion toward the earring, and she'd seen the reverence shown to the feather she'd been given by Gilgamesh and how she called him 'her king.' The gryphon was often quite over the lockets, but she read and watched as much as was open to her to keep on top of everything. Being without them for two years had left her rather out of the loop, save for what she'd picked up when delivering messages and parcels in various towns; she'd missed the immediacy of information.
And then it's her own turn to nod, facial feathers fluffing up before flattening again, ear tufts perked forward alertly. Here was someone who wondered the same as herself... if the ability to rejoin others in their worlds was possible.]
Were that option available... I think I would take it before any other, in truth. [And there were several that spoke to her, though Aragorn's Middle Earth seemed to speak to her.
Her gaze flits to the feather again, just barely in the frame behind Merida's full curls. There is a glint in her eyes and she thrums low in her chest before speaking, her voice a low teasing lilt.]
We've a custom among my kind that involves the giving of feathers... [A flick of the ears and her gaze turns sidelong, feathered brow rising.] Is the custom similar here, I wonder?
[1/2]
Wait.]
I changed my mind [2/3]
[3/3]
I-It's just a token, that's all it is.