Coan Bryland ; the ferelden noble (coan) wrote in thedas, @ 2009-12-15 16:46:00 |
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"You wont need these where we're going," he chuckled and teased as Noa continued to set her play things next to his packed bags. "There will be plenty for you to do while we're away. There wont be any time for horsing around with these!" When she whined, Coan mocked her with his own pout which sent her off in a huff. "Oh stop that, now. We're going to have fun, you and I!" Her continued whining almost drowned out the quiet knock at his door, but she was ignored as Coan invited his visitor in. The meek elven servant barely stepped a foot into his master's bedchamber before he began to speak. "Your mother asked that I begin taking your things out to the wagon, m'lord." "Of course, Ifran," he moved aside so that his bags could be taken. "Not those," he warned the elf as he reached for Noa's pile of junk. "That stays right where it is. Only puppies bring their toys along to fight a Blight." The Mabari continued to whine as the servant left the room with the first haul of Coan's things. "I don't understand." His continued teasing was obviously unappreciated. "Wont you be sufficiently entertained chasing darkspawn?" Her groan was response enough, and as he sat, shaking his head in amusement, she carried over her favorite ball, setting it in his lap, resting her her head on his knee in one last attempt of desperate persuasion. The two looked between each other for what seemed like forever before Coan gave up, rolling his eyes and tossing the ball over into an open backpack. "Don't you ever suggest that you're not spoiled rotten." "Oh, I don't think anyone would ever get that idea," Rois' voice rang from the doorway where she stood smiling, though to her son's trained ear it was obvious, from both the shakiness and distance of her voice, that she was more than a bit conflicted. "Yes, well, she deserves it when she's good." Noa agreed happily, bouncing around a bit before going to greet the teyrna. Standing again, Coan watched his mother with a sadness he wished he didn't have. While he knew that she was proud to send him off in this way, he also knew that it may have very well been the last time they would see each other. He didn't like that feeling very much at all. "How are you holding up, mother?" His brow perked as she turned her attention to him. "There's no need to lie, I can see you're upset. It's perfectly reasonable to be emotional." "It's not everyday a mother sends her son out to certain death," she snapped but immediately recoiled at her own tone and frowned at herself. "I just mean that." Her voice broke a bit as she looked up to her son and reached to settle her hands on his face. "I'm so proud of you, pup." She grinned, letting herself tear up. "Oh, and your father," she shook herself, drawing in a sharp breath. "If only he were here to see you off. His support for the Wardens was unwavering," she beamed with pride. "Despite any old alliance he may have had with that treacherous man, he knew the Warden's would never ignore their duty. He would be so proud to see you join their ranks." Coan, like the sweet, spoiled momma's boy that he was, kissed his mother's tear soaked cheek before embracing her. He could tell that she was doing her best to collect herself, so he did his best to keep the hug comforting, and from being a goodbye. When she finally regained her composure, the teyrna took a step back, and her son winced as she gave his jaw an affectionate smack. "I've requested a pair of carts to be packed with goods for your trip to the Keep. They're being made ready now so that you all may leave as soon as Alistair wishes. Horses have been prepared, as well and Agethe's made you a rather large batch of Mabari crunch." She grinned over to the war dog, who barked happily at the announcement of awaiting treats. "Take care of the Gralier girl." She said, finally. "I'm not sure her parents intended this for her." Scoffing, Coan passed another of his bags to the elf as he returned to take the rest of the potential Warden's things to the wagon. "Chella can take care of herself, mother. It's the Crow that I'm worried about. For my own sake, obviously." "I've ordered a thorough investigation," Rois assured her son. "I've sent scouts ahead, and there will be a group trailing you. The Crow says they're unaware of who enlisted the expertise of the assassins, they were only told that you were the target." There was silence between the two for a moment while Coan refrained from making an off color remark about being sentenced to death either way, and his mother watched him with both pride and sadness. It was broken, though, as the elven servant returned one last time with a message. "M'lady. The Warden-Commander requests an audience with you and your son." Brow bouncing in curiosity, Coan stepped forward to kiss his mother's temple, "Don't worry so much, mumma." He smiled fondly before taking her hand and tugging her out of the room like an excited little boy. "I promise that we'll come back to see you after we've killed all the Darkspawn, right Noa?" Following the teyrna and her son out of the bedchamber, the Mabari might as well have been skipping at Coan's side when she happily and loudly barked her approval. |