Lalin (lalin) wrote in thedas, @ 2010-08-15 00:20:00 |
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Who: Lalin Adain, Faer Arandil
Where: Whatever Group 3 is After the Slavers Plot
When: After Lalin’s meeting with Black Matthew
Summary: Lalin comes back from meeting Matthew feeling weepy. Faer tries to take care of her.
Rating: PG (probably)
The drizzle of rain was finally stopping as Lalin reached her group. She bypassed the people gathered together, sparring only a weak smile, before she found a place to sit for a while. She thought she wanted to be alone. Her meeting with Matthew had given her what she wanted, but it had also brought up feelings she hadn’t expected. Speaking with Matt had made her realize how much had changed since she left Denerim. His reassurances and love had encouraged her to believe that she was making the right choice, but it was difficult to leave behind all of what she knew. It was a choice she had already made and there was nothing that she could do to change her path now, but some part of her just wanted to go back to when she was little, wanted to be laying out in the sun with her heart-sister while Matt tried to get them to get up and do more runs through his courses.
Lalin watched the faces of her companions for a little while, the dim light making the few still awake look dark and a little foreboding, even when they laughed and smiled. It fit her mood, like the rain had. Dark and more than a little melancholy. In mourning, if she was being honest with herself. Mourning for times and people lost or missing. Azabeth’s wanted poster was folded and rested in one of Lalin’s pockets. South, Matt had said. South. She wondered if she could have the group keep an eye out for a redheaded woman without raising their suspicions. No doubt they had seen the wanted posters in the city. Would they make the connection? And even if they did, would she be able to convince them that Azabeth didn’t kill her mother? Would they listen to her, especially after it turned out their faith in Dolain had been misplaced? Lalin’s anger with him spiked once and then faded to the background. His foolishness would make it more difficult to protect her sister.
Az and Matt... Lalin’s thoughts suddenly went to the little bundle Matt had slipped her while they were meeting. It was so light she had forgotten that it was there. She pulled out the little black package. Whatever it was had been covered in dark fabric, probably to keep it from making noise. She unwound the fabric and, realizing what he had left her, choked back on a sob. Matthew’s daggers, with their black metal and worn hilts, sat in her hands, still warm from her body heat. Oh Matt. Lalin rubbed her face and tried to stop her tears. There was no clearer sign that he thought she had no more use for his lessons than this. Lalin just didn’t know if his faith was well placed.