Coan Bryland ; the ferelden noble (coan) wrote in thedas,
So far the trip had been longer than he expected. That is, he knew how long it took to get from Gwaren or Denerim to Redcliffe, and imagined that it wouldn't be too different from Amaranthine, but he didn't account for all of the challenges they would face. How could he? By the time they'd picked up their latest tag-along he'd done his best to quell his eagerness, a difficult task when you were given orders to reach a place as quickly as possible. It was definitely he was trying now, and to him, that's what was important. Their latest stop was necessary, at least. They were losing sun and they needed rest and resupplying.
While most of the others took to the Spoiled Princess, Coan, accompanied by his ever-present companion, sat himself on the ground beside the path down to the docks. His writing materials in his lap, he stared out, unable to fix his attention on either the tower or the lake as he thought about what he would write. He'd already finished his other letters, leaving only one to be addressed to Bethen. They agreed to correspond when he left the tower the first time, in the case that she not be chosen by Alistair, but even though she had, he could help but share his own experiences with her, and wonder about hers as well. Since they hadn't stopped in any proper cities, he hadn't heard anything back from her quiet yet. But much had happened since their growing party had left Amaranthine, and it only seemed appropriate to write to her as he sat in the shadow of the tower.
As he wrote, he did his best to ignore Noa's nudging, but finally gave in as she stood. He hadn't noticed, as she had, the people arriving at the dock, unloading themselves from the small boat onto land. He watched the woman then, obviously a mage, as she reacted to her surroundings. He wondered if Beth had a similar reaction when she left, and tried to decide if he should ask her as much in his letter, or maybe next time he saw her, if that happened, of course. His silent deliberation was interrupted by Noa's barking - not hostile, more curious if he was making the proper distinction. "We've several friends already, Noa." Though, he knew well enough that the more people they gathered for their cause the better, a large group of travelers could draw attention from the very eyes they were trying to avoid. "I do wonder where they're going, though."