driftfleet | Video

Who: Lark
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Paisley
When: Evening

[It's a grisly scene that the video opens up to. Lark sits in the kitchen of the Paisley on a table. Every surface around her (and visible behind her) is taken up by strips of meat. There's even some meat hanging up where she'd run out of surface. The elf herself also isn't the prettiest sight right now, there's smears of blood on her cheek and her shoulder appears to be a bloody and ragged mess of red fabric.]

I've failed to introduce myself officially. My name is Lark Mahariel, I come from Thedas. I'm in charge of communications on the Paisley and it's a pleasure to meet those of you I have not stumbled across on my own.

More importantly, I've spent the better part of the last couple days tracking and hunting one of the planet's predators, I suspect it's meat will make for good long-term rations, if anyone is interested; there's plenty. It's been cleaned and cured and is currently drying, but of you'd rather it fresh, feel free to get some now.

I also have the beast's armor if anyone has any skill with crafting.

[She starts to reach for the off button, but pauses.]

I...might also request the attention of a healer or someone similar, if one is available.

[If not...well, she's Dalish. She'd make do.]

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I did and she nearly died, with a scar to show for it. If Wynne hadn't been there she probably would have died.

[Wynne had been an amazing woman, Maker rest her soul. Leliana still thought of her frequently now that she and Riona were here together and not separated by their personal duties.]

Please... tell me you didn't nearly die during that fight.

[She smiles a bit, hesitant to really give in to the feeling behind that term of endearment she was giving her. She didn't want her to feel like she was reciprocating. Truthfully she didn't know if she should. It almost felt like a betrayal even if the woman she was with was still her.]

[She hesitates, her other hand coming up to wipe at the blood smear on her face...and only making it worse in the process.]

Of course not, Wynne was there for me as well, it never would have happened.

[She definitely had a scar down one thigh and a healed puncture wound through her abdomen, but she wouldn't have died, she would tell herself and Leliana that. No one needed to know how scared she'd been or how terrified of dragons she now was.]

Besides, had I even thought about dying, you wouldn't have let me do it so easily.

[Leliana had been there too. It was for her that the puncture wound from the dragon's claw had happened. IT could have been her Leli and what if it had gone straight through her heart instead? Wynne never would have gotten there in time...

She could remember Leliana's touch to her cheek and fingers through her hair, something grounding while Wynne worked her magic. Something solid in the pain and guilt.]

You were mad enough at me after it was over...I was the one who struck the gong.

Ah, I suppose I would have been angry for that - having one Hero of Ferelden risk their life is bad enough. But you both do so willingly.

[A pause]

Ogrhen struck it. He'd rolled down a hill - drunk as always.

[She just shakes her head at the memory.]

Riona had a hell of a time fighting the damned beast. It was definitely no Flemeth.

[Lark laughs, a light but full sound, only to wince with a smile as the laugh jostled her shoulder.]

I feel like I should be surprised about this turn of events, but I'm not. I adore Ogrhen, but it sounds like something that would happen to him.

[As for Flemeth...she decidedly avoids the topic. Even though there'd been intelligence in that dragon's eyes, it had still frightened her so close up.]

Mm. I'm just glad we made it through the Blight without him eating Schmooples.

[Still, she can't help but smile at the memories. They were all fond, even the worst of them.]

I suppose he remained the same mostly-drunken fool in your version of things?

[Her expression is a mixture of exasperation and amusement.]

I can't imagine him any other way. I suppose...you're the same and he's the same, perhaps it was only she and I that were different. What a strange idea.

[She shrugs, but then winces when it pulls her injured shoulder. That was silly.]

Have any of the others shown up here? After a year of having them nearby, I find myself missing them more often than not.

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