The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Merrill]

"...I d-d-don't h-have any m-money," the elf mumbles with muted shame.

[Carver Amell]

"I do. and-- and the man usually pays anyway. So it's no trouble."

[Merrill]

"...he does?" Merrill asks, a pang of hurt clouding her eyes for a moment. Stupid. It shouldn't hurt anymore, even if it's worse than the bad I knew it was. 

[Carver Amell]

"Sure. I hear in Glaley, women don't even need money -- the men pay for everything."

[Merrill]

And what if they don't have a man? Or if the man they do have is... Without money and no forest to live in... "Oh," she repeats. "What d-do I d-do? F-For the d-date?" Her lips curve almost without her permission, her happiness forcing the gesture despite her wariness.

[Carver Amell]

"uh. Well. I'll walk you back to our place and we can get changed into um, something nicer? And then, uh, we go on the date and uh... talk... and stuff?"

[Merrill]

Merrill nods, wishing she had paid more attention yesterday. But I didn't ever think I would need to know about dating. And those squirrels were so cute playing together... Wait, didn't Roland say something about... "Do you l-like my hair l-loose or... up or..?" she asks shyly. I don't really have a lot of dresses to pick from but I can at least style my hair the way he prefers.

[Carver Amell]

"uh... how about a braid? I liked the braid you had when we met," he adds, shyly. 

[Merrill]

"I can do a braid," Merrill says eagerly, grateful he wants her to wear it in a way she knows how. "Elder Marethari taught m-me when I was little."

[Carver Amell]

"Good," he says, nodding. "cool. Um, is there anything that I can... wear or..."

[Merrill]

Merrill considers it for a moment, then nods. "Your sword," she says softly. "I... it's n-nice. You... p-protecting me." She bites her lip, unconsciously mimicking Beth. "...I like flowers?"

[Carver Amell]

He nods. "Then I'll get you flowers." 

He plants a kiss on her cheek before pulling back. "Ready?"

[Merrill]

Merrill blushes at his kiss. Then, in a fit of daring, pops up on her toes to kiss his. Pulling back, she studies him carefully to see his reaction.

[Carver Amell]

He grins at her, pride showing in his dark eyes. "Let's go, m'lady."

[Merrill]

Lady! Blushing even more, Merrill nods. "After y-you, good sir," she replies. echoing a bard tale she heard when she was younger and still welcome in the tavern.