Coan Bryland ; the ferelden noble (coan) wrote in thedas, @ 2010-10-17 12:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! scene, & 9:45 (5) molioris, @ coan bryland, @ talfryn armstead |
Who: Coan Bryland & Talfryn Armstead
What: Coan really needs to talk his problems off.
When: 30 Molioris, 9:45 ; evening
Where: the Arl's castle
Rating: S for sappy. Man hugging and possible crying ahead. You have been warned.
As expected, the trip back down to town was much easier than the trip up. Though, it was likely for different reasons. The experience up at the orchard had been one he hadn't expected - in a very bad way. Had they just been forced to deal with darkspawn he would have been fine. It was the other surprise that threw him off, and made him want to leave everything behind so much. They were too worn out to leave, though, and it probably would have been too dangerous by that time, anyway. Plus, it was necessary for them to take care of the slaughter they'd left behind, not wishing the taint to spread to any more people than it already had. He was happy for the sweet small the burning apple wood provided, but it wasn't enough to cover the stench of the darkspawn, and they fires weren't enough to let him rest without worry or regret. Noa didn't fall asleep, herself, until she'd passed out from pacing their perimeter. Upon their return, they were faced with the clean up of the previous night's activities in town. It was very obvious that they'd had their own darkspawn encounter, and it was confirmed when they were able to debrief each other. They'd lost a Warden, and one of their mages was missing. Vienne had been good company, and even though he knew that she'd brought this danger upon herself - having volunteered to become a Warden as opposed to being directly recruited - he couldn't help but be a little upset. It was just another death for him to add to the pile building on his conscience. He spent a long time after that cleaning himself, though the stench of burning, rotted flesh had been seared into his senses. No amount of scrubbing his skin was going to get rid of that smell, what he'd seen, or what he couldn't make himself do. The funeral was held later that evening, though Coan had gone most of the day avoiding the others. He was still upset with Talfryn, but he was more upset with himself for being so petulant. He was mad at himself for acting childish, and for being so emotional. He was mad that he couldn't take care of something himself though he knew it was something he was probably going to have to deal with often as a Grey Warden. But he didn't care to share any of that with anyone, and maybe that was his problem, not that he would admit it. He didn't stick around long after the funeral, having excused himself back to the castle, secluding himself in his guest quarters, still tired from the previous day's events - both mentally and physically. Noa was obviously concerned. She'd enjoyed her momentary pampering, getting a good scrubbing, freeing her short coat of the blood and dirt that had been caked on it from the day before. Her main concern now, though, was her master, and he was appreciative, because she was just about the only one he wanted to talk to. Not much of that happened, though, because he'd fallen asleep not long after resigning himself to his room. He woke only after hearing people talking as they walked past the closed door. He wasn't too sure how long he'd slept, but from Noa's whining, he assumed they'd missed dinner. |