[ OPEN ] Matchmaker, Matchmaker, Make me a match

[fleurdesel]

WHO: Adelaide, Suitors, Spectators
WHAT: A series of disastrous encounters
WHEN: Throughout Cloudreach
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: OOC POST.

The last day of Drakonis brings a familial attache to Skyhold. François is a stern, formal, and unyielding man at the beginning of the month- hounding Adelaide to make certain she meets each appointed suitor, one for lunch, one for dinner, chaperoning the meetings in hopes of finding a suitable match for the sole single LeBlanc. It becomes rapidly apparent that despite his best efforts, it is for naught. Adelaide, despite being forced into moderate finery and made to sit and bear the company of these men, is less than amused and determined to at least get some paperwork done between meetings. Or during if the conversation is that dull.

The set up for each, unless the suitor has his own mind about the matter, remains the same. Simple and elegant, a table in the garden that is public enough to not be improper, private enough to not invite undue observation, and comfortable enough to suit their needs. The meals are as fine as François can manage with Skyhold's resources and the coin provided for the meetings, each accompanied by Antivan or Orlesian wine. As the month progresses Adelaide's temper grows short and François' patience goes thin. Deviating from the Dossier is not recommended but- desperate times? Desperate measures.

He starts seeking out the clean and respectable looking, dragging them to the table and plopping them in the chair and instructing them to talk, for the love of the Maker.

Comments

[fleurdesel]

I could kiss you.

[ Not that she will without permission and cause or at least the attache's presence to earn herself a proper scandal, but the wound tight frustration ringing through Adelaide's shoulders eases somewhat. Coils and settles into a vague approximation of relaxation as she reaches for the bottle of wine and uncorks it with a twist of spirit magic. ]

Not my choice, not my suggestion. What do you know of him, actually? I have not yet seen him and only know he is a templar.

[gatheringstorm]

[Korrin leans back and rolls her eyes.]

I was assigned a tent with him...sort of. I say 'sort of' because once he caught me there changing and Araceli fell on him, he ran off like his ass was on fire, never saw him afterward. As tough it was beyond scandalous to change clothes in my own damn tent. I never met a twitchier person, afraid of their own shadow. I thought he was just an idiot, but the he snapped and beat up Beleth. So, no, I'm not his biggest fan.

[fleurdesel]

So he is not good with people, violent, and strange. All while being terribly quiet and awkward.

...I am not going to look forward to that hour.

[gatheringstorm]

[Wincing a little at that, Korrin nods.]

I'll save a flask of maraas-lok for later. The only upside is that it seems he's been forbidden to have any weapons, but what he really should be doing is rotting in the dungeon. What they did was a slap on the wrist.

[fleurdesel]

[ Well, in that case- Adelaide reaches across the table to take Korrin's hand. it's a light, casual gesture, done without any hesitation, any awkwardness, or any real tension- which is not all that unusual any longer. Her taking that hand and lifting it to press a grateful kiss to the back of it-

That is new.

Well, she had said she could kiss Korrin. She simply didn't say where. ]

Thank you, Rinot. I will certainly need a bit of that after this mess. Especially if I am to see him today.

[gatheringstorm]

[That kiss to her hand gets a chuckle and snaps her out of further potential ranting. Not that she means to in this case, as it's Adelaide's turn to shine. She must be in far more need of it right now.]

Maker forbid. Tell me who's in the running for most amusing prospect so far. There has to be someone.

[fleurdesel]

Kain Highwind. He came and we discussed his shard the whole meal, it was lovely. We ate, I managed to do some work, the Attache endured with grace.

[gatheringstorm]

[Korrin's lips twitch. Kain, an eligible bachelor? She'll have to tease him about this later, no doubt.]

By that, I take it you mean his swearing parrot didn't join the meal. That damn thing's been following him around for weeks, screaming about Andraste's various body parts. That'd make quite an addition to a wedding, don't you think?

[She grins, expecting a shove for that but it's worth it.]

[fleurdesel]

...

[ Wait, what? ]

His swearing...parrot. I feel as though I have missed something vital here.

[gatheringstorm]

Oh, you didn't hear? There's a random parrot following him around, probably because it's coloring is similar to Kain's. At least that's our best guess. It's been spewing shit like 'nug-humper' so we think it was owned by a dwarf, but it's vocabulary has since expanded. It was shouting blasphemies just outside that little chapel when I first saw it.

[And if Adelaide guessed that Korrin laughed herself silly, she's absolutely right.]

I may have taught it some new words, but unless someone knows Qunlat, they're not going to catch on.

[fleurdesel]

Perhaps that is why François was so shaken afterward. He muttered something about a vulgar bird but I thought nothing of it, he is stressed and overworking himself in attempting to find someone agreeable for me.

[ Hallucinating a bird didn't seem out of the question. ]

Rinot you should not be helping the vulgar bird. You shouldn't.

[gatheringstorm]

[Hearing about Francois and his encounter just makes her chuckle all over again. That sounds about right, and she figures he deserves it for putting Adelaide through all this anyway. So, she's not exactly the picture of repentance.]

Just a little! I'm pretty sure it's come up with most of its phrases elsewhere; I didn't even say anything Andraste or the Maker. It just picked up those on its own, somehow.

[fleurdesel]

Korrin...

[ That is the exasperated Enchanter voice. ]

What did you teach it to say?

[gatheringstorm]

[Siiigh. But Adelaide, it's funny. That's objective fact.]

I started with Vashedan, which is pretty damn mild, considering. That dwarf taught it far worse. I...may have followed it up with a phrase involving pleasure, which anyone who doesn't understand Qunlat won't get. I'm surprised Kas didn't beat me to it, actually.

[fleurdesel]

...You realize I am going to burn with curiosity until you tell me what the second is, so I know exactly how scandalized François ought to be?

[gatheringstorm]

Okay, but just remember, you asked.

[Korrin leans back a little, giving in.]

Taarsidath-an halsaam. It means 'I will bring myself sexual pleasure later, while thinking about this with great respect'. Sometimes my kind say it when fighting dragons or doing something equally crazy.

[fleurdesel]

..Taarsidath-an halsaam?

[ What in the Maker's name-


Oh.


Oh Merde.

Adelaide goes red abruptly before crackling in to warm, scandalized laughter. ]

That is not-

[gatheringstorm]

[That laughter is infectious and soon Korrin's laughing along with her.]

I'm not making this up, swear to Andraste.

Taas told Araceli about the phrase at some point, but not what it meant. I think he implied it was something romantic? And then she started the hell out of me with it at the soiree.

[fleurdesel]

Why is that a phrase? How do you fit all of that into- into six syllables?

How?!

[ Or perhaps more importantly- why?

Apparently Qunari are not quite so tightly laced as they seemed. ]

I suppose from one point of view it is terribly romantic.

[gatheringstorm]

[Chuckling, Korrin shrugs. She has no real answers on that subject, only amusement.]

If I find out, I'll let you know. I can't even say it's something unique to Tal-Vashoth. It definitely came from the Qunari.

[At mention of it being romantic, she smirks.]

It definitely got my attention...and probably earned him a punch from Araceli. He can take it, though. It'd be like punching a mountain.

[fleurdesel]

He is quite large, even for a Qunari, is he not?

The only person I have seen that is bigger still would be The Iron Bull.

[ Though it might simply be a side effect of what they were rather than who, truly. ]

[gatheringstorm]

[Korrin wrinkles her nose at mention of The Iron Bull. He's never her favorite subject, being what he is.]

Bull may be larger, but Taas is better company, by far. [Loyal, yes, but Taas has earned it.] And he's a good dancer, at least when you get people around you to stomp up a good beat so he can feel it. Next time there's a party, give it a shot.

[fleurdesel]

Bull is...interesting company. [ Something she says carefully. ] I am never entirely certain what to make of him.

[ But Taas she has seen around and he seems a great deal if not simpler company, but less likely to see her on a leash. ]

[gatheringstorm]

[Korrin knows exactly what to make of him, because one glaring aspect eclipses all else.]

He's a Ben-Hassrath agent. That's all I need to know to keep my distance. I'll fight with him if I must -I did that to get Zevran back- but trusting him? Hell no. Who knows what he tells them back in Par Vollen?

[fleurdesel]

I would rather be aware of what he is doing than leave myself blind to his actions. His relationship, such as it is, with Dorian also concerns me. I shall keep an eye on him for you as best I am able.