bethen avilla ; the circle mage (bethe) wrote in thedas, @ 2010-09-18 23:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! plot, ! thread, & 9:45 (5) molioris, @ alderic thearre, @ bethen avilla, @ jaden tahal, @ rhocanth garal |
an extra set of hands
Who: Bethen Avilla, Jaden Tahal, Rhocanth Garal, Alderic Thearre
Where: Lothering
When: Dawn, 22 Molioris, 9:45 Dragon
Summary: On the morning of their intended departure from town, the Grey Wardens convene to discuss the prospect of new party members.
Rating: K? They're just so...polite.
The mage had thought she would have had a restful slumber given the joyful news she'd received, but her mind had instead been agitated and kept awake by pondering the possible outcomes of her reunion with her family. Would her siblings welcome her with open arms, tearfully embrace her as they exclaimed how much they had missed her? Would they even recognize her now, a tall, full-bodied woman rather than the slight girl they'd last seen her as? Or might they recoil in horror, believing her as much a threat to them now as the Chantry had claimed her to be then? It occurred to her that, in all seventeen years that had passed since the day the templars had come for her, she had not a single shred of contact with her family. Fleeing from the Blight as mere orphan children would have made it incredibly difficult to try to write back then, but not even in the last decade, as the dust settled and they built up their lives, had they once attempted to send word to the Tower of their survival. Perhaps they thought her dead, in the way that she had believed them perished in Lothering, though until now, she had no way of knowing. Or perhaps...they didn't care enough to check. Was their sister already dead to them, even before the insurgency that could have taken her life? Unfortunately, Bethen didn't have anyone to share these fears and doubts with -- not anyone she believed to be sentient enough to communicate back to her, anyway. She didn't want to disturb Alderic any more than she had earlier in the day (and likewise, Dee probably had more important tasks to attend to), and while she had discovered Rhocanth to be a solid listener, he was preoccupied by the company of another that evening and wouldn't have understood the full gravity of the situation. The rest of the group wasn't comprised of people she knew well enough to feel comfortable voicing her innermost concerns with; in truth, part of that disconnect her been her own doing, as she'd withdrawn even further into her own thoughts after the other two Ledaals showed up. So she did not sleep for long that night, finding her only respite to be scrawling out her feelings on a piece of parchment entitled "Dear Aurin" until her hand grew weary of writing and she ran out of space on the page. With any luck, this and the second letter to Coan -- one full of more cheer, adventure and sightseeing nonsense than the other -- would make its way to Redcliffe by the time their party arrived in the village. That was assuming that messages would even make their way there, given the fact that it was said the darkspawn were crawling forward from the southwest. She spent the earliest hours of the morning, before the others were meant to rise, re-reading the notes to make sure that they made sense, and that her words to the templar wouldn't cause him to worry about her needlessly. Dissatisfied with the incongruous nature of the two messages and just how pathetic she had sounded in her midnight ramblings, Beth wound up scrapping the heartfelt one and penned a second, more optimistic note to Aurin, assuring him that all was well on their front. The last thing he needed when he was to fight off a horde was a distraction. She had already been to the post and back by the time she saw the first of her fellow Wardens outside of the inn they'd boarded in for the night. A bright smile was plastered on her face (still fair and porcelain-like, though a shade darker than it had been since she'd first departed from Kinloch Hold) as she waved and strode forth, proffering a chipper, "Good morning!" All the while, Bethen was completely oblivious to just how...eventful the prior evening had actually been. |