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[He's frustrated, still sore from being slammed into, pissed off to no end, and even his choice of seat in Skyhold's courtyard where he can watch the barn cats come and go isn't helping. How he's supposed to actually accomplish anything if every bloody idiot around can simply walk up and punch him is beyond him and he glares at nothing in particular.

After several moments of trying to refocus on things that are nice about the day and failing, he winds up simply rubbing his temples and trying to remember not everyone is ready to ignore any sort of care or decency.]

Merrill,

A short request regarding the eluvian. As the only two in Skyhold who definitively know a great deal about them, I would prefer if knowledge of being able to enter them remained between ourselves for the moment. After my own fell into the hands of the enemy, and with Skyhold being such a large place where not all loyalties can be known, to keep such knowledge safely guarded is the most sensible course of action until it must be known. I am sure you can imagine the possible panic that might spread if such news became common knowledge - you could hardly have missed Beleth Ashara's shouting when she became aware of what it was we were rescuing, after all.

The advisors are aware that it is of great value, and all should know that our enemy was of Tevinter once, so it would be no surprise that he wishes to have something that came from the elves once.

Morrigan

Merrill! Hey. Are you busy?

Merrill, are you currently engaged in something? I have a few questions for you.

Merrill, I have had the most kickass idea and I need your help.

So, okay, in a rhetorical situation where someone found a ring while they were feeling sort of deliriously unwell in some ruins and then put said thing on, and then found out the ring wouldn't come off again, would you have any particular advice?

Maybe especially if the ring possibly had Dalish magic involved and made flowers grow?

Rhetorically?

Miss Merrill? [ Just...checking in. Like you do. ] Was wonder'n if you'd like a li'l company and, uh, somth'n to eat. Just made a fresh pot of Reynolds Chow and it's too much for me and Jayne t'handle on our own.

Merrill. I was... You've...

[He takes a breath. He really, really should have written down what he was going to say before this.]

You're a mage.

[Yep. He really should have.]

And some of the magic you do, it's not all combat. Are any of the spells ones that you could teach non-Dalish? And would? And could, um, teach with Templars probably in close vicinity watching everything? If something was going on. Where they'd be.

[His voice is on the quiet side; he's had a rough month so far. Obviously the solution is to talk to Merrill. Or something.]

I'd another idea. Since the last one actually went well, but building on that, and using what you're doing as well.

[ He's waited on this, partly because Skyhold is bigand new and deeply confusing; partly because after Korrin's little revelation about Anders, he's wary of any names dropped alongside.

But it's foolish to not follow up, particularly when there's so much talk of mages as separate, somehow. They need things like Anders proposed, no matter who's running them. ]

Ah — Hello. [ There's the muffled sound of birds squawking, and something scraping along stone. ] I'm Alan, I'm, new here. A man named Anders gave me your name, he says that you teach classes, for non-mages.

[ There is a reason for this delay! Blood magic is scary, first of all. And a lot of other things have been going on. But now all of the things that are going on or going on five years in the future, and this Alistair, the present time one, is finally done limping and sulking and has some time to kill. He decides to kill it by knocking on the wooden portion of Merrill's aravel. ]

This is Knight-Corporal Gareth, [ he lies, pitching his voice deeper in an attempt to mimic Knight-Corporal Gareth, who he's just invented, but who is definitely enormous and scary and stuff. Unfortunately for him, he still just sounds like Alistair-trying-to-deepen-his-voice, though. ] Come out. I'm taking you in for apostasy.

How much do you think she knew? Mythal. On Sundermount. She looked at us, talked to us...

[It had been a lot easier when Flemeth was just an old, creepy, shapeshifting mage.]

Ah... Merrill, right?

[There is a moment's pause. Sorrel tries to collect his nerves. Why is it easier to give orders to random humans he barely knows than to one Dalish... ex? First? The Sabrae issue was notorious and yet. Here he was.]

I have a request.

[There, now. That's professional! He's a grown up.]

My lady. [ Merrill seems like a 'my lady' type of woman, so - ] Do you have a moment?

Merrill. [ She sounds tired; sad. ] Might I borrow an ear?

[Handmade, but very beautiful, the card is made of thick paper. Folded in half (hot ~~dog~~ sausage style), the front is a loving illustration of Merrill, surrounded by drifting flowers and confetti and floating smiley faces--and six light grey eggs.

Inside, the illustration is repeated, but the eggs have hatched into six baby lizards! They are all wearing baby bonnets, that's how you know they are babies. And now the illustration of Merrill is smiling, because who wouldn't be smiling if they were surrounded by baby lizards!

At the bottom, in a neat hand, is written an inscription:]

BABY DINGUS, BABY DONGLE, BABY W.C.,
BABY CUTE POOP, BABY LOO, AND BABY LAV
HAVE ALL BEEN BORN
AND THEY WANT TO MEET YOU! 🌞 🌞 🌞 🌞 🌞 🌞

So come and hang out, please, at the Lizard Baby Party!

[As an afterthought, scribbled beneath as a parenthetical--]

(This is from Jester 🌞 )

Merril? If I may have a moment?

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Action, day after TF's party

a note delivered by raven;

crystal, a few days after the most recent rift party.

Crystal - First call from a boy! ... and it's about a dragon.

crystal; jesus take the wheel

crystal; sometime that works bc timey wimey.

Voice, during the FMK thing

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Crystal