[ At first she had thought it might be nice to have some company when the little boy was chained to her, but apparently she's just no good with kids because he doesn't seem impressed with her no matter how she tries to communicate. The fact that he can't speak any of the languages she knows is disheartening, and makes her wonder just where he could be from. Unfortunately, the poppy-induced fog she's been kept under keeps her from doing as much as she normally would to get her points across. It's startling how alert he seems in comparison, but that's youth for you... Not that she's old, but she's certain to be older than him! Why would they capture a child, anyway? She actually understands why they would capture her. She's an elf. But why a human child?
She tries to be subtle so as not to upset a child when testing her magic, but it's hard to miss when she uses a large splinter from a rotting waste bucket nearby to slice into one of her fingers. Disgusting and disturbed! It must look so. Her expression is only one of puzzlement while she mutters in her native tongue and snaps a bloody finger. It was bad enough that she couldn't access her other magic, but whatever has been done to her has stunted her blood magic? They did something to her blood. It angers and frightens her, and however the child responds to her strangeness is largely ignored at first.
By the time night falls, Merrill is seriously considering testing to see if she and the child can squeeze through the bars... It might break some ribs, but they're both exceptionally small compared to the average human. How can she get her idea across, though? Would a child be willing to hurt himself to be free? How would they handle the guards in that state? How could she get her magic back? She needs her equipment, but oh she's so tired all the time between the sedation and the random labor that she has to try to do despite a reluctant partner always digging in his heels.
She doesn't see who breaks them out of their cell, the chaos and urgency enough to drive her (and fortunately her cell partner) forward. It's hard to know where to go... She really does need a weapon! And somehow she has to make sure that a child doesn't die on her watch, oh dear. And yet it's all she she can do to stumble to keep up at first. Especially when she feels a whisper and a chill brush against her neck, just as it had so many times earlier in the day.
It gets her to stop right in the middle of a dead run, stumbling and jerking forward just a bit when Five tries to keep going, but for now managing to keep him right with her. ]
I knew it. There are spirits here... Are they helping us? Oh, you can't understand me. I can't understand them...!
[ She knows they need to leave, but if a spirit is trying to communicate then it could be important. She also knows she should be more alert to try, but what if she never gets the chance to return?
Then someone else bumps against her in the night: a guard. With a loud yell, Merrill trips backwards and turns to try to fling herself and Five to the ground with her staying on top in case the guard strikes. She doesn't have a weapon but she can kick out in a panic to try and slow him. She knows it won't do anything to something undead, though. To be this helpless in battle is alien and terrifying to Merrill, and to not have complete control of her own motor functions is even worse. ]
Jailhouse
She tries to be subtle so as not to upset a child when testing her magic, but it's hard to miss when she uses a large splinter from a rotting waste bucket nearby to slice into one of her fingers. Disgusting and disturbed! It must look so. Her expression is only one of puzzlement while she mutters in her native tongue and snaps a bloody finger. It was bad enough that she couldn't access her other magic, but whatever has been done to her has stunted her blood magic? They did something to her blood. It angers and frightens her, and however the child responds to her strangeness is largely ignored at first.
By the time night falls, Merrill is seriously considering testing to see if she and the child can squeeze through the bars... It might break some ribs, but they're both exceptionally small compared to the average human. How can she get her idea across, though? Would a child be willing to hurt himself to be free? How would they handle the guards in that state? How could she get her magic back? She needs her equipment, but oh she's so tired all the time between the sedation and the random labor that she has to try to do despite a reluctant partner always digging in his heels.
She doesn't see who breaks them out of their cell, the chaos and urgency enough to drive her (and fortunately her cell partner) forward. It's hard to know where to go... She really does need a weapon! And somehow she has to make sure that a child doesn't die on her watch, oh dear. And yet it's all she she can do to stumble to keep up at first. Especially when she feels a whisper and a chill brush against her neck, just as it had so many times earlier in the day.
It gets her to stop right in the middle of a dead run, stumbling and jerking forward just a bit when Five tries to keep going, but for now managing to keep him right with her. ]
I knew it. There are spirits here... Are they helping us? Oh, you can't understand me. I can't understand them...!
[ She knows they need to leave, but if a spirit is trying to communicate then it could be important. She also knows she should be more alert to try, but what if she never gets the chance to return?
Then someone else bumps against her in the night: a guard. With a loud yell, Merrill trips backwards and turns to try to fling herself and Five to the ground with her staying on top in case the guard strikes. She doesn't have a weapon but she can kick out in a panic to try and slow him. She knows it won't do anything to something undead, though. To be this helpless in battle is alien and terrifying to Merrill, and to not have complete control of her own motor functions is even worse. ]