[ 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]

[ As much as Sans Tache is the motto of House LeBlanc, Apperances Matter seems to be François personal creed. So long as everyone looks as they should, things ought to go smoothly. Or at least look as though they are going smoothly. Eventually the man is brushed and dressed- even if nothing can be done for the expression and he cannot convince Kain to leave the plaidweave hairband behind, he is presentable enough.

Kain is announced, ushered to where Adelaide sits with a glass of wine at her elbow and notes on the Rifters, their shards, and their health before her, pen working in quick loops as she compiles observations. As Kain is in blue, today she's in red, hair bound back, save for a few stray curls she continually scowls at and tucks behind her ears until they fall forward again. ]

My sentiments exactly. [ As a token attempt to be a proper hostess or whatever it is she ought to be, Adelaide pours Kain a glass of wine. ] I thought the name was familiar. Perhaps we might discuss something of relevance rather than dowries and wedding arrangements?

[dragoon_pride]

You mean you don’t want this either?

[Sigh of relief. Ohthankgod. The relief is probably all too apparent in Kain’s expression too as he lets go of the tense feelings he’d been having before arriving here. The way that François had talked, he’d gotten the impression that it had more to do with her family than Adelaide herself. He’d been hoping that perhaps she was just as reluctant for this as he was, and that pretty much says it all. Good.]

Yes, in fact. Yes, I would rather discuss what you’ve been uncovering… anything at all, really. If you need any further information from me, I can aid with that too.

[Anything to distract from what they’re supposedly doing here.]

[fleurdesel]

Not in the slightest. I do not have time to be married, nor do I have the patience for this foolishness.

[ And yet here they are. It could be worse.

How, exactly, it could be worse she can't quite say. But it could be and that is reason enough for her to flip back through her notes to find what she has on Kain. They are overdue a conversation as it is. ]

Have there been any changes since we last spoke?

[dragoon_pride]

That makes both of us. I'd rather be training right now. Unfortunately, that man wouldn't take no for an answer.

[Kain may have told his parrot Bastard to go swear at him for a bit, just a way to get back at him. It seems like an appropriate revenge toward someone so ridiculously uptight.]

[But well, ok... Good. At least if they talk about this research, it'll feel less like a date and more like a practical meeting, a follow-up to their previous conversation.]

No changes. I've not found myself near any rifts either. [Kain holds his left hand up and looks at it closely.] Fortunately, there's been no further pain, either...

[fleurdesel]

No differences in your dreams?

[ Even with what Galadriel had proven to be possible- she is adamant that the fade does not connect to these rifters in the same way, if at all. If they are fortunate, they will be spared that horror. ]

[dragoon_pride]

[Right, dreams. Kain considers that for a moment, but after a while, shakes his head. He has them no more than average, and he has tried to keep aware of any changes. Especially if something demonic were to show up.]

I've had quite a few dreams relating to... where I was before this, and home. Nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing much even relating to this world...

[He's still tied to where he came from, it would seem.]

[fleurdesel]

That is fortunate.

[ No fade dreams, lucid or otherwise. She adds that to the notes, reaching across the table for his hand afterward. ]

May I see the mark?

[dragoon_pride]

[Of course, Kain will be ever wary about the dreams, just in case something weird does arise. He only hopes he’ll be able to recognize it, but of course, the details she’d told him before should be sufficient. Hesitating only a moment, Kain nods. He spends most of his daily life trying to ignore that mark, so focusing on it is a little disconcerting. But he trusts that she knows what she’s looking for.]

Yes… and let me know if there’s anything about it that you don’t expect...

[He holds his arm out toward her, palm facing up so that the glowing shard is visible.]

[fleurdesel]

I will.

[ Gently, in so much that a man cared to be treated gently, Adelaide took Kaine's hand between her own, thumb smoothing over the glowing green. It felt much as it had when they last spoke- no changes in the shape or the odd vibration in magic that accompanied each shard. It was as it should be.

The trouble is she has no true idea what 'how it should be' actually means. ]

Nothing seems to have changed.

[dragoon_pride]

[Funny enough, to an outsider it probably would look… well, like they’re actually engaging in this ‘date’ thing properly, him giving her his hand, her gently taking it and looking at it. Kain pushes this thought rapidly aside and waits patiently as she studies the shard.]

That’s a relief.

[He’s looked at it himself from time to time, but can’t be sure either what he’s looking for.]

I hope this means it’ll remain this stable… it’s been the same all these past months, after all.

[fleurdesel]

That is the best assumption I might give. If it ever flares up let me know so we might make certain that is the case.

[ She takes a few notes- size, brightness, any strangeness in the veil she might sense around it before she releases his hand. ]

[dragoon_pride]

[Kain waits patiently enough as she takes her measurements and observations. After all, this can only be helpful information, useful to have in case something happens. He seriously hopes that such a day never comes, though.]

I’ll be certain to let you know. Believe me, I don’t want to take risks with this thing. [He frowns as he looks at the shard.] It hasn’t been a problem, but this is my dominant hand. The last thing I want is any trouble with it...

[fleurdesel]

I've spoken with someone that knows more than I- and their opinion is all we are able to do is wait and see. I am sorry that I cannot offer you more.

[dragoon_pride]

[Kain nods. It's difficult having no answers, but he stoically accepts this for the time being.]

That's all right. You're doing all you can, all of you. As long as nothing changes in the meantime, I don't mind waiting.