[OPEN] "At last, the Light shall shine..."

[lifeofendurance]

WHO: Aleron Darton and OPEN
WHAT: Catchall post for March
WHEN: Present time: March/Drakonis
WHERE: Skyhold: library, tavern, Camp Shady, out and about
NOTES: If prompts provided don't work for you, we can whip up something that does.

[Aleron's a man of routine and constancy, even when his life is on the brink of being turned upside down. Every morning and evening he's in the chapel attending to daily devotions. Each afternoon, he saddles his horse and rides over the Warden camp to spend time with Bethany. A familiar face in the area now if ever there were one. In the evening, he brings a book and sometimes some correspondence to read at Herald's Rest while slowly drinking one, and only one, ale or glass of wine.

Except there's something of a hiccup or two causing a logjam to his daily schedule. Instead of disposing of his letters from his family... he's reading them. And responding to them, even! Which means even more of his time is spent in the Library attending to his correspondence. This leads to less time spent in pleasure reading or in matters of research. If this is not strange enough, his e'er unflappable expression gives way to sighs, rubbing his eyes, and leaning back in his chair to issue some silent plea to the Maker.

Afternoons are no longer spent in the training yard either. Rather, he seems quite intent on seeking out friends to make inquiries with them about wedding attendance. Which perhaps explains the flurry of mail coupled with extreme exasperation. What does it even matter if the groom's clothes are green or blue anyway? And that long-suffering sigh? Probably tied to the man having just ordered a second drink for the third night in a row at the tavern.]

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[lifeofendurance]

[Ah but children do so enjoy small spaces to wriggle into. His own childhood is decades gone but he remembers as much. Perhaps it's a contradiction that he treats her like a lady, but thinks of her as a child. But everyone is growing up on him and it makes him feel so painfully old.]

I have, and must beg your forgiveness for neglecting you. I shant bore you with the particulars. However, I do have some news on some of what has occupied me which I hope you'll like. I'm to marry, on Summerday.

[elegiaque]

What, that woman?

( what an incredible reaction; she has the grace to catch herself and course-correct, if slightly later than might have been ideal. )

Well - congratulations.

( it's hard for it not to feel sudden, but it isn't as if she hadn't been - she'd been imagining a great many things that won't happen now, just as fast, elsewhere. and it has been a long time; she's always thought he should live his life.

if the warden makes him happy, she supposes, scrutinising him for happiness. )