Meryn a été surprise de sa panique par le sentiment de chaleur des mains autour de ses poignets. Ce n'était pas souvent qu'elle ait été touchée. Elle a cligné pour voir le visage de Lily, gratté et sanglant mais pas moins doux pour elle. La respiration de Meryn s'est hissée dans sa gorge alors qu'elle essayait de se faire une idée de sa respiration frénétique. Lily lui a dit des mots apaisants, juste un peu de sang. Les sourcils de Meryn se sont rapprochés et elle a commencé à se serrer la tête, mais Lily l'avait déjà libérée et s'était tournée vers Emma.
Meryn recule, loin de Lily presque immédiatement. Ses bras enroulés autour d'elle alors qu'elle essayait de se faire de petits yeux effrayés sur le dos de Lily. Ce n'était pas que du sang. C'était infecté. Mortellement. Et si Meryn était infectée maintenant aussi? Elle...
Le masque de Spook s'est tourné vers elle, captant immédiatement l'attention de Meryn. Les yeux glacés la regardaient et pendant un moment, l'image d'un visage à demi-forme, malade de cristaux noirs de goudron flétris dans son esprit. Elle pourrait finir comme ça.
Sa voix étouffée l'a atteint, étrangement lourde. Meryn a soulevé un sourcil incrédule à sa question parce que... sérieusement? Tout ce qu'elle avait fait pendant ce voyage était blessé. Son corps entier a souffert, certains placent plus sévèrement que d'autres. Le sang se desséchait encore sur sa chemise. Mais le démon du bois ne s'était pas attaqué à elle, si c'était ce que voulait dire Spook. Meryn lui a serré la tête.
Puis un robot est arrivé. Parce que bien sûr que si.
Name: Meryn
Abstract: The quiet, roof-hopping delivery girl.
Detail:
Meryn is a twig of a girl. Short, thin, and physically unimpressive in almost every way, people can often mistake her for a young boy, rather than a full-grown woman. She has sandy brown skin, long, straight black hair that she often keeps in a braid, and pale green eyes. Meryn also wears a small wooden pin with her name engraved on it, stuck to her jacket.
She was born without the ability to speak, but she rarely has any trouble getting her point across. Though she carries herself with a subtle confidence, she's acutely aware of what she is and isn't capable of, and is constantly trying to push that boundary. Independent, fearless, and just a little bit spiteful, telling her she can't or shouldn't do something is usually the quickest way to get her to do it. Although she seems aloof and closed off, Meryn is more soft-hearted than she first appears. If someone comes to her asking for help, she can't help but comply – even if she does roll her eyes and drag her feet along the way. It's easy for her heart to override her head, and her naivety can sometimes get her into trouble.
Though she grew up as a street urchin, and was generally looked down on by the majority of society in the first few years of her life, it wasn't long until she discovered a hidden talent: if she wanted to get somewhere, there was very little that could stand in her way. She could scale walls, leap from rooftop to rooftop, slip between bars. Soon enough, the entire town became one big playground to her. Eventually, the townspeople recognized her skill at getting from one point to another quicker than anyone should rightly be able to, and she began delivering notes and parcels for change. Today, Meryn is the most trusted delivery system in town for all sorts of letters and goods (that aren't too big for her to carry). When she's not swinging around the town like a monkey, she enjoys all sorts of music, and has recently started picking up different instruments from her customers and experimenting, with varying degrees of success.