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Sep. 4th, 2012 05:24 pm[Merida’s face is showing up on the journals, and she looks more than a little disturbed.]
Ach, ye got some rather disturbin’ methods here, Lord Deior. [There’s quite the sarcastic emphasis on the word ‘Lord’.] Last time I hopped a gate, I can truthfully tell ya that I didn’t have a bit a’issue asides a scratch or two.
[And she definitely didn’t DIE or lose her MEMORY or anything like that. Merida is still really shaken up about all that.]
Anyone up for a wee bit of huntin’? Got an itch to shoot me bow for a time.
[And that’s that. She’s not saying another damn word about hopping that wall.]
Ach, ye got some rather disturbin’ methods here, Lord Deior. [There’s quite the sarcastic emphasis on the word ‘Lord’.] Last time I hopped a gate, I can truthfully tell ya that I didn’t have a bit a’issue asides a scratch or two.
[And she definitely didn’t DIE or lose her MEMORY or anything like that. Merida is still really shaken up about all that.]
Anyone up for a wee bit of huntin’? Got an itch to shoot me bow for a time.
[And that’s that. She’s not saying another damn word about hopping that wall.]
a haon | [video]
Aug. 13th, 2012 10:46 pmAch, right then -- so 'm locked in this blasted Keep for God knows how long. [A humph.] Y'know how worried me mum's goin' ta be? She'll kill me, I tell ya!
[A short chuckle.]
Right, not kill me, tha's a bit severe, but she'll be right mad all th'same. [There's a fumble, Merida is toying with her journal and flipping pages, which makes a lot of noise in the background.]
Now, these wee little magic books, where'd they come from, hm? Anyone ever ask about that? I mean, they're just layin' right here in yer room and y'just trust th'place that much t'pick it up and wave it about! Meself included, I suppose. Where's th'magic comin' from?
[Her voice darkens, just a little.]
Y'shouldn't trust magic so blindly, ya hear? No one should. 'S dangerous, that. Y'never know what yer gonna get, regardless of what ye ask for.
[A short chuckle.]
Right, not kill me, tha's a bit severe, but she'll be right mad all th'same. [There's a fumble, Merida is toying with her journal and flipping pages, which makes a lot of noise in the background.]
Now, these wee little magic books, where'd they come from, hm? Anyone ever ask about that? I mean, they're just layin' right here in yer room and y'just trust th'place that much t'pick it up and wave it about! Meself included, I suppose. Where's th'magic comin' from?
[Her voice darkens, just a little.]
Y'shouldn't trust magic so blindly, ya hear? No one should. 'S dangerous, that. Y'never know what yer gonna get, regardless of what ye ask for.
