Her green scarf waved slightly as she danced around the alleyway. Her feet glanced off the dusty dirt floor, hands slapping against the dirt walls either side of her. She flicked her staff around on her fingers and pulled her scarf off waving it in the air. She threw it aside and bent down grabbing her breaches by the knees and tore pulling the fabric away in odd chunks. Her fingers fumbled with the feather shoulder pads which eventually came away. Her eyes glanced around- no-one was around. She knelt to the floor and scooped dust into her hands. She smudged the chalk-like dirt onto her pale skin and obscured the Dalish tattoos. She tugged at the small elastics in her hair which caused the hair to fall down in loose strands changing her facial feature completely. The drop on her head sent a wave of shock through as she looked up at the grey evening sky. Another droplet splashed down on her and just missed her eye. She revelled in the rain as it began showering her and she stripped away the accessories of her outfit leaving nothing but the scraps left of her leggings and the loose blouse under her robes. The rain felt good as it washed over her as she danced around the alley gracefully. Her feet pounded against the hard floor but suddenly it was no longer hard. Instead it was a wet, soft fabric. She looked down and saw the roof of the stall beneath her and the crowd gathered watching her jump and grab hold of ledge above her. She pulled herself up and became suddenly aware of the green glowing around her. As she stood on the edge of the house, she stared at the alienage in horror. Suddenly, she became dizzy and saw the flash of white zip down the step to her left followed by the green slowly blurring her vision until her body gave way and she fell forward.
The white light woke her up as she felt the warmth of something along her back. Her cheek was pressed firmly against a plump white pillow. But it was moving. Swaying gently. Her eyes opened and she watched Hawke's green armour approach her.
"Good catch, Isabela," Hawke said reassuringly, "Merrill, are you ok?"
"Oh, bloody hell, kitten! That's it; we're never letting you take a sip of wine again. Come on, we'll sober you up"