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