[Open] My Hearth Is Yours

[judgemewhole]

WHO: James Norrington and You
WHAT: Dining with the Commander
WHEN: Throughout Wintermarch
WHERE: The Great Hall
NOTES: Nothing but 'seriously dude, you're hiding something aren't you?'

Even Templars need to eat.

And drink.

Sometimes they have to do a lot of drinking, honestly, but Norrington kept his portions of wine to a reasonable amount when he had it with his supper. He always dined in the main hall, few times with his men, but often times he came in in alone with papers and letters in which he worked upon while he broke meat and bread off and slipped it into his mouth without thinking. His pen never seemed to stop, as he scripted pages and pages of writing -- before tossing some of them aside and grumpily burning others.

Once and awhile, you could catch him with no papers at all, but a book, his head propped up on his hand and his green eyes distant as he read the words on the page and sipped from his glass of wine.

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[el_tybs]

"Pel is supposed to be the next Keeper I believe? I think that complicates things a bit more on the matter." At least that's how he understood it, and she also knew that special Keeper magic.

Poor Burns. Honestly he should give him some slack and probably have his back a bit more considering he too was Ferelden. It was just easy to pick on him though. "Other than that does she seem... like she's doing alright with the lot of them?"

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"I see ... then I understand more than they might realize." He himself was a Knight Captain before everything went to Maker Knows What in Kirkwall, straight to the Black City and not turning back. He could have retired there to have a family, except he had ambitions, thoughts of becoming one of the Knights Divine.

All gone, and placed in the responsibility of Knight Commander, one of the youngest of his damned age. He shouldered it because someone had to.

He pauses at that, giving him a curious look, before he sighs deeply. "Honestly? They are more concerned that Pel and I are going to let ourselves get bullied by the Dalish by giving what we have - as fragile as it is already - up."

[el_tybs]

Sam frowns slightly at that before taking a drink and thinking about it for a bit. "They're a good lot, but... clearly there's always going to be some issues. I get along with all if not most of them for a good part, but I know that being a 'shem' is always going to play a role."

For a while Sam picks at his food. It wasn't an old feeling, being judged for something that he was, but it is still odd. More because it wasn't because he was a mage but rather a human in this case.

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He paused at that, before he sighed quietly and nodded his head, "Yes, it always will, won't it?"

It was a mutual feeling, and honestly, he didn't want to dwell on it. Onto more happier thoughts -- in the middle of a war -- hm. Oh!

"Did I tell you I am going to get a mabari?"

[el_tybs]

"Hm," he hums in agreement, finally putting a piece of meat in his mouth and chewing thoughtfully.

At the mention that James as getting a mabari, he stops, looking from his plate to blink at the Templar. "No, but you just did. You're getting a mabari?" He might be a little jealous. Always being teased about being a 'dog lord' and never actually having a dog. Course he liked cats, too, but that wasn't the point.

"You got one of those papers from Lady LeBlanc?"

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"I will once there is a litter born. I am on the list." Which made him fairly pleased, all things considered. How hard had that been. "Lady LeBlanc promised to let me know as soon as puppies became available."

He looked a little wistful, "I have always wanted a pet - my mother wouldn't allow it when I was younger. Too much mess."

[el_tybs]

"You're lucky. Mabaris are smart, strong dogs." Even if he's never owned one, Sam still has that Ferelden pride when it came to the breed.

"So... you are going to be getting a puppy? They imprint better if you do, though that's going to be a lot of work."

[judgemewhole]

"Yes, I am going to get a puppy." He shouldn't be so damned excited, especially about a dog, but it is clear. He is practically boyish in it.

[el_tybs]

Sam can see that James is rather excited about this, and seeing him like this brings a smile to his face. "You know you're going to have to feed it, clean it, takes it for walks, play with it-" Clearly James knows what kind of responsibility comes with a dog, but he still feels like teasing him. Joking aside though it was going to need a lot of attention, and hopefully James would be able to give it that.

[judgemewhole]

James gave Sam a dry look, and resisted the urge to throw a roll at his head. Knight Commanders should not start food fights, after all. "I think if I can handle you and Burns, I can handle the needs of a young pup just fine."

Honestly, it was going to be significantly harder to separate James from the puppy to begin with. He might not look it, but he was a solitary soul who needed some unguarded affection.

[el_tybs]

Sam can see that James wants to do something, and grins when he doesn't - come on James he wouldn't tell. The grin only gets wider when the man mentions both him and Burns. "Clearly if you can handle two Fereldens you can handle one more."

Having a companion would be good for him, Sam just hoped he'd get the time to enjoy it and setup a proper bond. "Do you have any names picked out?"