[ 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]

Is there something in particular I would have to bribe you with to get a straight answer?

[ Her eyes narrow somewhat, flicking from the glowing mark up to his face. If there is a price for the knowledge, a fair one? She might pay it. He is far less likely to see her laid low for asking than demons of Pride or desire. ]

You would not be. I've room yet left in the vase before it is overfull.

[sandsofhell]

[His grey eyes study her features for a moment in thought. They were calculating and thinking of a suitable answer.] I've been thinking about it. But I'm not sure if people here can handle any of it.

[As cold as that probably sounds, Walker isn't certain if anything good would come from it. Maybe he should, the man is getting tired of not having access to electrical power, and everything that comes with it. Among other things....]

Then, if it ever becomes too much, I might be able to help lighten the load.

[fleurdesel]

That is fair enough, considering how well it is we handle magic.

[ Not well in the slightest, honestly, even if the Circles did their job of educating some mages. ]

I am curious as to how you might offer to do that, Captain Walker.

[sandsofhell]

[Her question got him to pause. How can he help her when he can barely help himself at times? He's trying to get himself involved in things that he shouldn't; trying to accomplish things that he really shouldn't.

But after a moment longer of contemplation he shrugged.]

However I can best provide it.

[fleurdesel]

That is...more than most might attempt. Do not think me ungrateful- merely curious.

[sandsofhell]

Truthfully I don't even know how I can help.

[Or if he's capable of helping.] But I will if I can.

[fleurdesel]

More often than not- someone to listen and offer an alternative perspective is more helpful than I can truly express. And one cannot possibly have a more unique perspective on what I might talk about than someone from another world entirely.

[sandsofhell]

I'll keep that in mind then.

[He downs the rest of his wine.]