faderift | [ OPEN ] Matchmaker, Matchmaker, Make me a match

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.

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[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.

Korrin...

[ That is the exasperated Enchanter voice. ]

What did you teach it to say?

[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.

...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?

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.

..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-

[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.

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.

[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.

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. ]

[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.

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. ]

[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?

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.

[She relaxes a bit at that, glad Adelaide takes her concerns seriously.]

Thank you, Adelaide. I can't say Dorian and I are extremely close, but I consider him a friend. I know, consenting adults and all that...but still, I don't want to see him hurt.

There are few things I would find worth breaking my contract over... [ But protecting the friends she has made here? Adelaide would not think twice. ]

[Certain of that last part even as it goes unsaid, Korrin smiles.]

I know.

So, how much longer must you endure this and can I interest you in hot springs time afterward?

That depends on whether or not the next noble bothers to show. A few have 'forgotten' the appointment. Apparently someone let slip that I am a spirit healer.

[She crosses her arms, seriously unimpressed with these nobles.]

Seriously? If they have a problem with that, fuck 'em. They don't know how good they've have it.

My thoughts exactly. [ Adelaide lifts her glass to Korrin in a toast. ] The color Francois turned when I said as such-

[Korrin grins and gestures to the glass.]

Let me guess, he matched that wine.

Mhmm. I am sorry you were not here to see it.

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