[ It's a very sad show, it's true, and it definitely tugs at her hearts, but Merrin isn't much of a crier—which is what makes her tears so mystifying. And a little suspicious. Especially since, as she glances around the rest of the crowd, it's obvious that all the other women and girls are crying too.
Hm.
A touch against her elbow draws her attention towards the girl next to her, her expression lighting up with recognition—she's a familiar face from their group—then softening. ]
My name is Merrin. [ And that's her real name, because she's not much of a liar despite her airtight sabacc face. Her accent, for the record, is pronounced and very similar to Russian, coincidentally(?). ]
It is a tragic story. Her death could have been avoided.
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Hm.
A touch against her elbow draws her attention towards the girl next to her, her expression lighting up with recognition—she's a familiar face from their group—then softening. ]
My name is Merrin. [ And that's her real name, because she's not much of a liar despite her airtight sabacc face. Her accent, for the record, is pronounced and very similar to Russian, coincidentally(?). ]
It is a tragic story. Her death could have been avoided.