|æolyn (aeolyn) wrote in thedas,|
@ 2011-01-06 14:05:00
|Entry tags:||! scene, ! thread, @ aeolyn m'haaren, @ jaden tahal|
thread ;; so get back, back, back to the disaster
WHO: Æolyn M'Haaren and Jaden Tahal
WHEN: afternoon, 26 Molioris, 9:45 Dragon
WHERE: Korcari Wilds
SUMMARY: reunion of sorts
RATING: m for memories
| Æolyn had been traveling with this ragtag group of people for a while now. She could count on one hand how many of their names she remembered though she’d been introduced to everyone. To help her remember she tried attaching a defining feature to each of them. The Grey Wardens were easy to remember as someone was always saying one of their names, but Lyn attached a title to them each nonetheless.|
Alderic was the Templar, though she doubted she’d ever forget his name. Rhocanth was the Dwarven Noble… or ex-Dwarven Noble. She didn’t know his story fully, but it promised to be an interesting one. Bethen was the Circle Mage, someone Lyn was completely fascinated by. Sometimes when she was younger she’d wondered if life in the Tower was as completely awful as others depicted. Well, she’d find out for herself soon enough, no? Then there was Jaden the Dalish elf. From which clan he came she didn’t know.
Her other companions names weren’t so easy to remember. Lyn could remember Aedre’s name simply because she was really the only other person she spoke to. She remembered Garrett’s name because her first interaction with him had been so memorable, but those were about the only names she knew off the top of her head. If she thought about it for a moment, she could probably remember everyone’s name. Æolyn had never been that good with names, finding she was much better with faces. And there was one face in the group that she found eerily familiar.
When she was first introduced to the other Wardens by Alderic, something had been pulled at old memories when she shook Jaden’s hand. She was almost positive he hadn’t been in Lanaya’s clan, at least not when she had been there, but she couldn’t think of where else she’d know a Dalish elf. She’d put the thought aside, deciding to think on it more before approaching the man. Æolyn had decided the other night that she’d had enough time to think on it. It was time to just suck up her embarrassment and ask. So when the company stopped for a short rest, she excused herself from talking with Aedre and set off to find the Dalish Warden.
She knew that, sometimes, he walked a head of the group acting as scout and assumed that had been his role for this stretch of their journey since she hadn’t seen him. Making her way from the middle of the pack to the head, she kept an eye out for him, smiling at those she made eye contact with otherwise.