What's your story, morningglory? Who: Lalin Adain, Jill Sorrel When: 25 Molioris, Where: on the way higher up and further into the forrest. Summary: There is only so much curiosity that can fit into one redhead and this one is bursting with questions. Lalin gets caught in the crossfire. Rating: R for ramblings, but probably of the cute kind.
Usually Jill's curiosity had been directed at the places she travelled to and the people she met there, but since she was on another sort of voyage now, so had her curiosity changed too. Instead of wondering about strange places and new adventures, she found herself curious about her new comrades and their lives. She smiled in a friendly manner whoever happened to talk to her or look at her, but she had not actually had a conversation with more than a handful of the people she was travelling with. The first days this had been mostly due to her anger and grief, but as those feelings had changed, she was still unsure how to approach those she had not yet spoken to at all. The giants (Qunari really, but in her mind Jill kept thinking about them as giants) she had too much respect for, just to walk up to them, many of the humans she had already spoken to, the dwarves too. The elves were an entirely different matter.
After her discussion with Lillie the other day, about elves, living in the Alienage and all the various bad things that could and did happen to them, Jill found that she had even more questions. Pondering this she kept her eyes and ears open this morning, glancing often back and forth in the column. The drizzling rain that had surprised them an hour ago seemed to let up for the moment, and when Jill shook her cloak to remove the wetness, she saw that Lalin was walking by herself for the moment. Strolling over, trying to infuse her walk with the right amount of casualness, not to appear like a stalker, she went up to her. The attempt was surely ruined by the giant horse trailing after Jill, but at least she tried. In a moment of sudden and unexpected adherence to good manners, Jill didn't begin with the questions on her mind, instead going for something more neutral as she walked next to the elf, Salma two paces behind them. "Horrible weather, ain't it?" she said, smiling pleasantly despite it and looking at Lalin.