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CANON: Merida
HEIGHT: 5'7''
QUOTE: Our fate lives within us, you only have to be brave enough to see it.
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LYRICS: When cold winds are calling
And the sky is clear and bright,
Misty mountains sing and beckon,
Lead me out into the light...
I will ride, I will fly,
Chase the wind and touch the sky,
I will fly,
Chase the wind and touch the sky..
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May 24 2017, 11:19 PM

Mu tha thu airson a bhith buan, Na teid eadar an té ruadh agus a' chreag
{if you want to live a life that is long, don't get between she who is red haired and a rock}






May 4 2017, 11:40 PM
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Apr 30 2017, 12:29 AM
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BOOM!<p>

The sound blasted out, shattering the air with un-natural thunder. Back at the camp the booming was easy enough to hear, but on the outskirts, it was even more powerful. The closer Merida got, the louder and more pronounced the explosions' impact became. Any sane person would be headed away from the relentless blasting, not walking closer step by step. Merida felt crazy. Though, she took comfort that she wasn't heading to the site of mayhem by her own inclination. She was helping. <p>

That was the trouble with 'helping', it seemed to entail activities a person would never otherwise get themselves tangled into. How did Ella do it? She seemed so selfless, able to spring to action and offer aid without a grimace, sigh or look of disdain. There were times when Merida envied the quality of boundless charity, but part of her still groaned at the slightest task she was offered. She was trying. She was at the rebel camp, and offered herself to whatever needing doing. True, she had not envisioned tasks and chores of mundane nature. She had joined The Rebellion because she wanted to fight, make a difference, change things. Give her any mission. and she willingly sprang into action. It was a betrayal to her good intentions to be put on supply duty, or some other meaningless task.<p>

Merida's mother would have had a good deal to say on the subject. Queen Elinor was never a woman to stand idly by while there was something to be done. Merida knew she would be lectured on duty and setting an example, being told even the humblest task done for the sake of a greater good was too important to ignore. Even with her mother absent, the unspoken lecture resounded through Merida's subconscious. Was that why she was at the camp, doing these meaningless things? Probably. It was not so entirely long ago that all Merida wanted was freedom from her mother's ruling hand. Now, that fate granted, she found herself still tethered to the ideals ingrained since youth. It was a counterbalance, a struggle, self will pitted against obligation, something she still didn't understand about herself. <p>

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!<p>

"Michty me!"
Merida exclaimed, the ground before her shaking, making her heart skip a beat then race. "I swear, if my ears aren't gonna be blown off...." Merida started to trudge in a heated stomp, muttering to herself. "No wonder they gave this job to me, Merida is new, she won't mind. She's a princess, needs to learn humility, besides what other rat-arsed bampot can we get do it?!" Heaving the crate in her grip, she walked forward, fueled by temper as the path slanted downhill.<p>

Still muttering and offering choice words in Gaelic, Merida stormed into a clearing. The encampment was elevated away from the clearing, trees less thick, but ground level, creating a decline in the landscape. The clearing was littered with boxes, tables, crates and items Merida had no inkling to their use and purpose. Her forceful stomp abated into lazier steps as she glanced around the clutter. She noted a figure, back turned to her, a man with dark hair, busy at something. Merida advanced over.<p>

BOOM!<p>

Merida put down the crate of supplies, and covered her ears with her hands. "HELLOOOO?!" she shouted, not caring if her voice broke the sound barrier. If the man had not shattered his own ear drums with the explosions booming, it would be a marvel.<p></div>

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Apr 24 2017, 11:03 AM
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The outline of mountains, inviting shelter of trees, with lazy clouds drifting across the sky, the afternoon was sunny, and nearly perfect. It was familiar enough to make Merida feel welcomed, different enough to satisfy her need for exploration. The lake beckoned in shimmering silence, calling her onward, her steps carrying her closer to the water's edge.<p>

If she closed her eyes, Merida could almost pretend she was home. Home. Her real home. Not on the other side, not in San Francisco. The ancient kingdom, land of mists, standing stones, and brave clans. Castle DunBroch rising from the rock itself, her father's laughter in the halls, her mother proud and dignified, her brothers at their mischief, and Merida herself, free as the wind, twice as untamed. That sense of home brought the ample heaviness of homesickness to her heart. Her home, her world, had been swallowed by The Darkness. Everything that once was, was no longer. Not even closing her eyes, and pretending, could change that fact.<p>

Crossing the portal had not been her plan for the day. She didn't have to work, which gave her the opportunity to explore options of activity. Merida had stepped out her apartment building, onto the street and was hit with a sudden burst of restlessness. All the plans she had made for her day off evaporated, leaving a desperate urgency to go somewhere far away from San Francisco. She needed a place away from traffic, away from buildings, away from the noise, and the maddening cycle of daily living. Before noon had set in, she had dressed, packed her lunch and headed for the park. So, she had come here, to the lake hidden in the arms of tree and rock. Here was a place she could think and escape from the life of the lass who lived on the other side.<p>

Merida moved to the lake's shore, following the waterline into the tall grasses. The soft plod of her boots and rustle of her underskirt's hem traced a path into a grassy area. Her gaze kept settling upon the lake itself. Waters cool and clear, reflections cast upon the deep mirrored surface. As she moved closer, her own reflection came into view. She wore a sturdy woolen kirtle, belted with a small useful pouch, and carried a satchel of leather on her shoulder, wild red hair catching the slightest hints of breeze. <p>

Plopping down in the grass, Merida removed her boots, one by one, setting them at the base of a large rock. Her leather satchel was opened, revealing her packed lunch. Bread, cheese, walnuts, and apples. Merida set aside the food, taking up her leather skin, heading straight for the lake. Refilling the leather skin, she replaced the stopper, screwing it tightly. Cupping a hand, she dipped it into the water and took a small drink. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, Merida dried it on her skirt, and settled down beside the edge of the lake. <p>

After a moment, she gave into the temptation, allowing her toes to touch the cool surface. Aahhh. That felt good. Feet dangling, and clipping the water in tiny splashes, Merida absently began to hum an old song. The lyrics slowly came to mind, words falling from her lips.<p>

"Far frae my hame I wander, but still my thoughts return.<br>
To my ain folk ower yonder, in the shieling by the burn. <br>
I see the cosy ingle, and the mist abune the brae, <br>
And joy and sadness mingle, as I list some auld-warld lay."<br>
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