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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Mother wrote 'he is trying too hard' and I think I agree. But then that seems to be the way of most Antivans. Trying too hard.

[ She sips her wine, enjoying the meal and company for once today. ]

I probably will. There is nothing in that recommendation I find all that appealing.

[A small laugh, at least, at the first part. Trying too hard indeed.]

It was an entertaining read, at least, if anything. [Brief pause.] Rather poetic too, from what I recall.

[Something about glimmering pools or... some words that are equally fancy.]

As I said, terribly Antivan. Most things become poetic with them.

[ She snorts a soft laugh, serving Bruce a portion of the potatoes. ]

As I have been caught up in...all this- I have not seen you for tea in some time. How have things been?

It's been... fine. Keeping busy, of course, but that's not anything new.

[Busier, really, because of... well, its not like Detlef--Anders could be around to help out like he used to do so. And Bruce exactly wasn't going to turn those people down just because Anders was out of the picture.]