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Merys

The Party Don't Start Till We Walk In

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Merys: 'Everyone's trouble or they'd be a terrible bore.'
Claery frowns and looks around.
Claery: 'Who said that?'
Merys glances up and over.
Merys: 'The fountain spirit.'
Devaki takes a step away from the fountain.
Claery: 'Fountain spirit?! Is this place haunted too?!'
Merys: 'Stranger things have happened.'

The Mead In Jarnsalr

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A blizzard thrust snow through the air upon the Misty Mountains, the whistling was harsh and the gust of the wind was like a blast upon any who sought to oppose it’s natural power. “Therwen! Where are you?

Clinging to Life

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"There is no foot too small that it cannot leave an imprint on this world"


It was late evening and Neyaa had not felt the child move since yesterday morning.

A Nightmare of Wolves

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Merys lay awake at High King's Crossing for a time, staring up from her bedroll at the roof of the tent above. In the distance, she heard some wolves howling in echoes to each other. Turning her head, she looked at the wolf lying beside her. He moaned out low notes in fitful sleep, occasionally twitching a leg or the edge of his muzzle. Though cleaned of the blood that once drenched him, and properly bandaged on his leg, it would be a long time til the Pup accepted the loss of his Lossoth companion.

Jhaqun Was This

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A slight figure hobbled across the uneven hillside, occasionally pausing to crouch beside a tree to pluck berries off the vines. One by one, she dropped them into her cloak, which hung like a bag in her arm. With the rest of her company asleep in camp further downhill, the peace of Evendim's woodland was a welcome rest.  Yet over the sound of birds and the soft breeze of the wind, the wounded howl of a wolf is heard. 

Merys paused, straightening up to look around. The deer nearby did not move, so she returned to her picking.

Drunken Adventures

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That day Redwick had spent long in search of Mariwise, Therwen's sworn sister. Yet he found no trace or sight of her, and he himself had grown weary of this search.

Sledder, Meet Auroch

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Aurochs don't budge much. Even if you sled down into them with a shield.

Under Strange Stars

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With a rustle of furs and fabric, Wil pushed through the low, sloping door and entered the Forochel igloo where his love lay asleep. Just as he left her hours before, unconscious with her head bound in a bandage. He sank down beside her on the mound of furs and began to finally relax for the night.

Stirring, Merys opened her eyes and turned her head to look beside her. She smiled and reached out a mittened hand to stroke down Wil's hair.

"Oh," Wil mumbled. "You are awake."

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