Coan Bryland ; the ferelden noble (coan) wrote in thedas,
Watching Noa enjoy her treats, he felt bad for Beth when she covered her hand in slobber. He knew the feeling very well, as the Mabari often made sure she got every last bit of her treats off of her poppa's hand, leaving his palm soaked and gross. Rolling his eyes at his cousin, he was glad she didn't look completely uncomfortable and managed to change the topic. "Well, maybe we'll get to Denerim soon. Maybe even Gwaren." He really hoped so.
When the young Orlesian woman finally approached, he gestured toward her, brow raised as he looked to the mage. "Beth, you didn't get to meet Mirelle, did you?" He was sure she'd seen her, when they arrived to Kinloch Hold, and again at the baquet. "Mirelle, I told you about Beth. And Brannan," he turned to his cousin, eyes narrowed in warning. "This is Mirelle."
"Brannan Rowe. Coan's more charming, handsome cousin." He inclined his head again, greeting the newcomer. "You've been holding out on me, Coan." The younger man disregarded Coan's visual warning, flashing the blonde woman with a grin to match that from earlier. "Two beautiful women, hidden away for yourself?"
Brow quirked, Coan folded his hands in front of himself, shrugged dismissively. "Not so much for myself, but to save them from your drooling." He heard the quiet guffaw from the younger man and did his best not to smirk. "Mirelle." He turned to her then, his smile returned while Noa bounced around Beth, more likely wanting to play, than wanting more treats. "Have you settled in, yet? You're not wandering in search of anything, are you?"