Coan Bryland ; the ferelden noble (coan) wrote in thedas,
"Maker's breath, that was amazing." He didn't care how minor it was, or how unpracticed she was with it. It was magic, in his face. But he managed to keep his voice down, still wary of the templars standing off around the corner. He wasn't sure that Noa had the same intention, though. He was almost certain the Mabari had fallen asleep - she was breathing deeply, and hadn't moved for a bit. But when the mage displayed her abilities in the form of a pseudo-light show, the dog sat up quickly, and before Coan could do anything about it, had lunged at Beth's hand, only to snap at air. "Noa!" He yelled as quietly as he could, grabbing her by the collar and pulling her back. She whined and was given a stern look before sinking back into his lap. "Sorry about that. Lights and shiny things really grab her attention."
He knew after this, Noa was going to be uncooperative like a pouty child for a little while, but she knew better than to do what she'd done. She'd just have to deal with her castigation like a big girl. When Beth started talking about her healing abilities he looked back up. "That is certainly a useful thing to be skilled in." He nodded with encouragement because he knew it was a skill that would be necessary on their journey. "One of my knights is a very skilled herbalist, but having someone skilled in healing magics would take a great burden off of those who rely on poultices and splints." He was sure, though, that other volunteers from the Tower might have had the same skill, but there was no need to be a downer.
Coan wasn't expecting her next question. He should have, maybe, since he was asking all these questions about her and her background. It was only fair that she be allowed to ask the same of him. "I...am, yes. And it does. But things like that don't prevent you from being conscripted." He frowned a little as he shrugged. "The Warden-Commander seemed impressed enough with my martial skill. I don't know if he conscripted me because he was certain I'd make a good Grey Warden, and he knew my mother couldn't fight it, or if he was being kind...in an odd way, to keep me out of harms way." He would have volunteered anyway, even knowing his mother would have refused to let him go. "I mean. Never mind that he conscripted the Crow, as well. I still don't know how I feel about that."