Coan Bryland ; the ferelden noble (coan) wrote in thedas,
The fresh, crisp air wasn't the only thing keeping Coan outside. In their mistresses absence, his mother's dogs had grown restless, and the keepers of their home had become increasingly impatient with the messes they were making everywhere. Surely they would have taken care of the issue themselves had the dogs not been so aggressive towad them all, but being trained the way they were, Coan was among the few they cooperated for. Realizing the trio needed to burn off some energy, Coan took them outside of the city, just happy to see them play without knocking heirlooms over. He spent most of his time throwing sticks for them to retrieve and passing out well deserved belly rubs.
This wonderfully relaxing play time was interrupted by a castigating sound from behind him, one he recognized immediately, and one he very much didn't want to acknowledge. He knew that when he turned around he would be faced by the red haired man, his arms crossed, foot possibly tapping the ground, ready to spell out all the things that were wrong about the situation. This might have seemed stifling to some spoiled young nobles, but Coan knew better. Talfryn was like an uncle to him, and he was only following orders, and looking after his young lord's best interests. Turning around, he saw exactly what he expected, and after sighing, he smirked impishly and relinquished the boisterous dogs to the knight, and while he didn't seem too happy about that, he'd rather the boy spend his time doing something production, rather than playing with the dogs.
Besides, he was on a strict schedule. Strict in the sense that Talfryn knew what he was supposed to be doing, and Coan knew what he was supposed to be doing, but it was rare that he was actually on top of it. Not out of any attempt to be rebellious - he just had very little focus. Right now he was supposed to be sparring - who with didn't matter, as long as he was armed with pseudo weapons and hitting someone with them, he was doing what he should have been. Lazily making his way down the corridor, having already changed out of his social clothes - never mind that they had been soiled by the dogs - he wondered who was in the practice chamber, but wasn't surprised to find the squires when he reached it.
"Reid!" Coan had become quick friends with the newest squire being so close in age and having sparred against him frequently since his arrival. "Let's go, you and me." Coan moved quickly to the rack as he pointed between them. Removing two wooden short swords, he turned back to the younger boy, pointing a challenge with his faux blade. "It's been a few days since I've beat you senseless, hasn't it?"
When he realized that Billy was already a little beat up, he looked over to Nerys and was immediately curious about what happened before he'd arrived. "What did you do to Ronain?" Though he knew very well that it was likely the other way around. If Billy was taking a breather - which he was convinced was the situation - he'd spar her instead, and he found it more entertaining to do so when she was riled up. "You didn't let this sack of bones get the better of you, did you?" By now she was probably used to his tactics, so it may have been a waste of breath.