NPCs for Grey Wardens (wardensnpc) wrote in thedas, @ 2010-09-04 21:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! narrative, ! plot, & 9:45 (5) molioris |
Who: Teyrna Rois Bryand, Habren McLeod, Josette Perrot, Ser Erwan Hier (NPCS)
When: 25 Molioris 9:45
Where: Castle Bryland, Gwaren
What: Rois is a bitch.
The last ten minutes had been spent rereading not so old letters and calculating familiar travel times over and over. The Teyrna was worried, to say the least, though she did her best to hide it. She had bigger things to worry about, and it bothered her that she had to be anxious about something else. Pushing herself away from her desk, she stood and leaned into the deep window sil, looking out over the courtyard before spotting the man she needed to speak to. "Erwan." She called the Private from the window and watched him run into the building with haste. As she settled herself on the edge of her desk, the armored man entered with a clang, head bowed. "Your Grace." "Erwan, has there been any new correspondence from my nephew?" "Not today, ma'am." "What about my brother? Bice." "None, m'lady." He seemed almost pained to tell her so, she thought. Though, she couldn't blame him. She'd called him in four days in a row now to ask the same question. He always had the same answer. "It's been days, Erwan. He should've been here by now." There was little he could say to ease her mind, so he didn't bother. Moving from the desk, she gestured to her seat with a sigh. "Take this down, if you would. I had an interesting spar this morning, and my writing hand is a bit out of shape." "Of course." "Dearest Bice." She began just as he sat. "I eagerly await the arrival of my eldest nephew-" "Is Liam coming?" Rois hated being interrupted - it was only made worse when the interrupter was her daughter, sounding smug and looking like an over fed sow. "Erwan." As he excused himself, Habren made her way further into her mother's study. "He is. Did you need something?" "Do I need an excuse to come say good morning to my mother?" "Generally." She watched her daughter grit her teeth and hold her breath, but kept her own reaction to herself. "You must be due any day now." "Next month, actually." "Hmm. Looks like it should have come out last month." Rois watched as the younger woman's jaw clenched before taking a deep breath. "Perhaps we're expecting twins." The thought of two children - let alone one - being subjected to the treatment only her daughter was capable of was a terrifying and sickening thought. "Let's hope you're just eating like it." "Wont you be excited to be a grandmother?" Like her visit and their conversation, her smile was forced and elicited an eye roll Rois didn't bother hiding. "If you treat that child anything like you treat your dogs, I guess I'll have no choice." By now, she wasn't sure if she was digging in because she could, or because she was frustrated with every situation she was in right now. Not that she cared. Habren deserved every bit of criticism she received. "Speaking of which. Where's your pet?" "I'm sorry?" "Xaver." "My husband is occupied with Baron Perrot." "Ah. I hadn't realized Simon and Josette had arrived." She looked pointedly toward the lingering private outside of her door who hurriedly left to fufill his new assignment. "Have they found their quarters?" "They seemed settled. Are they here for something in particular?" "Friends of your kin. Looking for a...quaint country estate here in rugged Ferelden." Orlesians were amusing to her, and while she harbored no distrust of them, she'd always remained cautious. She knew, though, that her husband's familial connections would one day come in handy. "Perhaps you could be of use to them." "Not to push, mother. But have you made any decisions on-" "I'm sorry if you haven't noticed, dear," she interrupted before she could mention what she knew was on her mind. It was the only thing she ever really seemed to want to talk about. "But we're in the middle of a Blight. The only thing I've had time to do is prepare my soldiers for the possibility of their deaths." She watched as the young woman stood with her mouth agape, likely trying to think of something to fix her awkwardly selfish situation. "Well. Shouldn't Liam stay in South Reach?" "He's coming to discuss his father's force, and that of his uncle." "Our uncle." "What did I say?" She asked casually as if she hadn't intended to once again deny their relation. "When will he be here? I'll look forward to his arrival." "Of course you will." She mumbled having returned to her seat, shuffling through the letters again. "Soon, if all is well." She saw then, from the corner of her eye, the Private return with a young woman, much more lithe than Habren. This visibly irritated the Teyrna's oldest, drawing a smile from her mother. "Ah. Erwan, who do we have here?" "Josette Perrot, your Grace." The girl curtsied, head bowed before meeting eyes with the noblewoman with a smile. "Teyrna. It pleases me to finally make your acquaintance. Your home is...charming." "Don't bite your tongue, dear, I don't offend easily." On her feet once more, she returned to the edge of her desk, arms crossed over her chest as she grinned. "Habren. Josette is the Baron's daughter. You must have...something...in common. Perhaps you could relieve her of any homesickness she might be experiencing." "Of course, mother." She forced her best shit eating grin before turning to the younger, less pregnant woman. "You must have a collection of Orlesian perfumes. Maybe shoes? I'd be a liar if I said I wasn't absolutely curious about what you've brought with you." "You have good taste, Lady McLeod." "I am Orlesian myself, you know." As the women turned to leave the study, the young Orlesian afforded one last, knowing glance to Rois as they disappeared down the stairs. "Erwan!" She heard the man jump at her call, but repressed her laugh. "Let's continue, please." "Of course, m'lady." |