[ Merrick had taken the guitar he'd found (read: stolen) to the spot, and was seated cross-legged in the grass as he strummed. It had taken some getting used to, handling a guitar that's made for humans, but he thinks he's gotten the hang of it.
He's tuning it when he hears Ellana's voice, and he looks up at her. ]
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Date: 2015-11-07 07:23 am (UTC)He's tuning it when he hears Ellana's voice, and he looks up at her. ]
Come here.