Warden Lark Mahariel (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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driftfleet2016-12-09 04:55 pm
reflectedblight) wrote in driftfleet2016-12-09 04:55 pm
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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.]
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.]
no subject
Quiet. Quiet and diligent. [A small, soft, smile formed like a softly blurred edge.]
There were four of us growing up at the same time, practically the same age, we were like a little pack. Merrill never got along very well with anyone in the clan except for us, she was so reserved. I think Tamlen, Feneral and I were the only ones who really knew her. Well, aside from the Keeper. Merrill and I didn't know our parents...I think that helped with the two of us, we'd often sit together. She got into so much trouble because of us...she tried to keep us in line, but we were just too stubborn.
[As Lark reminisced, her smile brightened and brightened, but as the story ended and the reality of how things were now settled, it dimmed into nothing again.]
When she became the First, we didn't see as much of her anymore, she was always with Marathari, but we would sit with her after a hunt and enjoy our spoils with her. Tamlen and I did what we could.
[Lark's eyes stung and burned and she squeezed them tight and breathed deep to shake the feeling. She wouldn't bare such emotion in front of someone she didn't know. In a blink's time, she was composed as before.]
She was sweet and loving, the truest friend anyone could ask for, I simply wish she'd allowed others to see it.