The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Carver Amell]

Is she... dead?

Carol moves to kneel beside her, reaching out to touch her shoulder, give her a small shake. "H-hey..."

[Marian Hawke]

"Carol?!" calls Marian, chasing into the clearing. She sighs in relief as she sees the seeming aasimar, shoulders slumping. "Oh. Good. You shouldn't run off like-- is that a dead body?!" 

The temperature around them drops slightly as Marian races forward.

[Merrill]

If it is, it's a fresh one, as she's still warm, the skin under Carol's hand pliable and firm. A faint whimper comes not from the nearby pup but the girl, one almost too soft fo Carol to hear, much less Marian.

[Marian Hawke]

Not that it matters much -- Carol is pushed aside immediately as Marian rolls the girl over, desperate to find signs of life. Did Carol kill someone? Did she-- what happened?!

[Merrill]

The girl whimpers again faintly but doesn't open her eyes or stir. Her body is lax and loose. She has a knot on her forehead that's bleeding sluggishly, mud and two kinds of colored liquid splashed over her and one arm pressed across her belly that is... chirping? 

Hunter whines again, eyes locked on the small bundle of clothe the elf is still protecting despite being knocked out.

[Marian Hawke]

Fuck. "Carol, run and get a healer." 

[Carver Amell]

Carol blinks. "Uh... where?"

[Marian Hawke]

Marian lets out a frustrated growl. "I don't know -- get Varric, he'll know what to do."

[NPCs]

As Carol rushes off with Hunter at her heels, the inhabitant of the bundle starts to fight their way out as the weight of the elf is no longer a factor. Within moment, a tiny scaled head pops out. Gorgeous scales, glittering like a rainbow, and eyes whirling with even more vivid colors. Also, it starts screeching like mad.

[Marian Hawke]

"...a dragon? Is that a--"

Marian backs away, worried.

[Varric]

Over the next five minutes, the dragon is revealed to be a tiny, baby dragon whose torso is smaller than Marian's clenched fist. Once free from the bundle, the dragonling settles itself down on the elf's stomach, whining piteously. Varric makes it back first, flying a bare two inches above the ground. He pulls up short, staring. "Less than an hour." He does not whine. He's a mature adult, a noble dwarf. He does not whine.

[Marian Hawke]

"I don't know what Carol did, but I found them like this," says Marian quickly. "She's got a head wound."

[Varric]

"Stormy and Shiny are right behind me with Yips," he says absently. "Why is there a baby faerie dragon on the elf? And what is she covered in?" Varric shakes his head, reaching into his belt pouch to get our a slice of candied fruit to try and tempt the dragonling off the elf.

[Marian Hawke]

"I have absolutely no idea, Carol didn't say," says Marian, shaking her head.

[Varric]

"Annoying but reasonable." The dragonling goes after the sugar encrusted treat with a savagery that is both terrible and adorable. "Wanna see if you're as good with dragons as dogs? Need to get this one out of the way to check on the girl."