[ He'd considered the place and time of this meeting with a little care. He found it poor form to socialise overly much in the library, for instance, and the cramped confines meant that anything they had to say to each other would be overheard by anyone. The battlements make for a nice view, and even the biting wind coming off the snowy slopes beyond wouldn't have put him off, but instinctive conscientiousness has him compelled not to make their socialising a display to anyone glancing upwards.
The tavern seems common. And full of Templars.
It's under the shade of the tree in the location that might be a garden some day that Dorian summons her instead. Despite his urgency, he suggests a sun down time, when the space is a little emptier, and they might watch some of the rebel mages wander by and huddle amongst themselves. Dorian isn't picnicking on the ground, oh no -- there are a couple of benches already set up beneath the shade of the tree with its orange, wintry leaves, one of which he has straddled as he inspects the bottle of wine he's procured likely through a card game or a victorious sparring match.
There are also a couple of mugs. He isn't a savage.
As she arrives, he is currently summoning an incredibly mild heat glyph, glimmering across the glass under his fingers. Just enough to warm the wine. ]
the future garden. adelaide leblanc.
The tavern seems common. And full of Templars.
It's under the shade of the tree in the location that might be a garden some day that Dorian summons her instead. Despite his urgency, he suggests a sun down time, when the space is a little emptier, and they might watch some of the rebel mages wander by and huddle amongst themselves. Dorian isn't picnicking on the ground, oh no -- there are a couple of benches already set up beneath the shade of the tree with its orange, wintry leaves, one of which he has straddled as he inspects the bottle of wine he's procured likely through a card game or a victorious sparring match.
There are also a couple of mugs. He isn't a savage.
As she arrives, he is currently summoning an incredibly mild heat glyph, glimmering across the glass under his fingers. Just enough to warm the wine. ]