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[samahl]

FORM: Hand-written public posting.
SENDER: Cyril Ashara
RECIPIENT: OPEN
WHAT: A couple requests
WHEN: Recent
WHERE: Around Skyhold
NOTES: None at the moment!

Requesting to barter or trade for the following items:

[What follows is a list of ingredients that can be used to create home made lotions, oils, and rudimentary sun block.]

If interested, please contact Cyril Ashara.

Also;

MISSING ONE (1) ANGRY DALISH ELF.
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Noticeable Features: Vallaslin over one eye, scar over lip.

IF FOUND: Please inform him that no one believes his grumpy loner act.

Comments

[dalishious]

I hate you.

[samahl]

I can't hear you over the postings. You'll have to come tell me in person.

[dalishious]

That makes absolutly no sense

[samahl]

Come see me and I'll explain it.

[dalishious]

No.

[samahl]

Next time I'll have to post it with a drawing of your face.

[dalishious]

Fine

Usual spot mid afternoon

I still hate you

[samahl]

That's a shame, because I adore you.

I'll see you then.

action;

[dalishious]

[ Merrick heads to their meeting spot, still wrapped in a thick cloak to calm his shivering. He feels awful, inside and out, and is incredibly cranky about this fever situation. He never wants to set foot in the Mire again.

He leans against the wall, and sips at one of the herbal mixtures that is meant to soothe his throat. It tastes awful. ]

[samahl]

[Cyril goes there and sees the figure there. He goes over and shoves Merrick lightly on the arm.]

You're still trying the mysterious loner image?

[dalishious]

[ He gets a rougher shove in return. When Merrick speaks, his voice sounds croaky. ]

No, you idiot. I'm sick.

[samahl]

[Cyril steps back to brace himself and then shoves Merrick again, this time a little stronger.]

Well, I didn't know that. You don't get to be mad at me when you're the one that decided to hide from me.

[dalishious]

[ This time Merrick pushes Cyril's head with the bottom of his palm. ]

I didn't feel like seeing your stupid face. [ Now he's clearly making fun. ]

[samahl]

[Cyril raises his brow a bit and comes closer to tug at the hood of the cloak.]

And I'd like to see yours.

[dalishious]

[ This time, Merrick leans forward and knocks his forehead against Cyril's. A small smile is tugging at his lips now, the kind reserved only for his brother. ]

I'd like you to fuck off.

[samahl]

[Cyril takes that challenge and doesn't respond verbally. Instead he bends a bit and shoves his entire body against Merrick, intending to force him down so that he can't try that headbutting and hitting again.]

[dalishious]

[ Merrick flops onto the ground on his back, but springs up quickly so he can grab Cyril by the front of his shirt and drag him down with him. He's got a full grin now, toothy and wild despite his illness. ]

Come here--

[samahl]

[Cyril is smiling too. He tilts his neck a bit to stretch it and then tries for Merrick again, fulling intending to get him back to the ground and find a way to keep him there.

When he's well, Merrick is the much better fighter. Cyril is better at a range, and is less likely to try underhanded methods that Merrick is. He thinks maybe he can get the upper hand due to the illness.

He turns out to be wrong.]

[dalishious]

[ It's true. Merrick has a few inches on Cyril and is better at close-range combat. That, and he's a scrapper. Cyril never really gets into fisticuffs with people; he's a smooth talker, using charm and diplomacy to get himself out of sticky situations. He lies, placates. Things that Merrick never does.

He lets himself be tugged to the ground, if only so that he can wrestle with Cyril in the grass for a while. It's fun, and he's been antsy even since the fever set in and many of his activities have been put on hold. ]

[arlathvhen]

Merrick are you okay

[ A sad face is drawn next to the question. WHY ARE YOU MISSING, APPARENTLY??? ]

I'm assuming that you're not being held captive by particularly polite kidnappers who let you write a message but still. :(

[dalishious]

[ Oh for fuck's sake. He knew this plan wouldn't work, but it had bought him just a few hours free of their fretting, so it was worth it. It seems as though he can never stop stressing them out, though. He hates that, and the fact that he's so terrible at lying. ]

I'm sick, just a fever

I'll be fine

-M

[serannas]

[ She knows he doesn't want to hear from her, but she can't help it. And it's no use just writing something without signing it, because surely he's already seen her sign her message to Cyril above. ]

Have you seen a healer? They could give you something to ease it.

- Ellana

[dalishious]

[ His reply comes a day later. ]

I got some herbs.

[serannas]

[ Throughout the day, she's been passing by the board, hoping for a reply, or hoping to run into him around Skyhold. When his reply doesn't come, she gives up and it isn't until late the next day that she thinks to check the board again, mainly to see if anyone else has offered ingredients to Cyril. When she sees Merrick's response, it's a relief, but at the same time disappointing. He hasn't offered anything more. ]

Good.

[ She tries several times to write more, but nothing seems good enough. Nothing seems like it will be the catalyst to get him speaking to her again in person. So she leaves it at that. Maybe some small part of him will understand that she still cares. ]

[arlathvhen]

[ She would ask if he needed herbs, but Ellana already beat her to that. Thanks, Ellana. She frowns at the words, and finally adds something under Ellana's question. ]

Let me know if I can do anything for you. Just name it.