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felldenlogs2019-09-04 10:18 pm
malavhenan) wrote in felldenlogs2019-09-04 10:18 pm
Halam'shivanas [CLOSED]
WHO: Finel and Aragorn
WHAT: Post-audience drama and elf cultural exchange
WHERE: Courtyard/garden near throne room
WHEN: Shortly after the audience with the emperor
WARNINGS: You might get cavities idk
Finel had chosen not to approach the Emperor, deciding instead to observe. While he had questions of his own, his experience with various human courts and nobles in Thedas had taught him that each one behaved differently with a different set of rules, and it is far easier to navigate when you knew the rules. He could guess, if need be, but after so many years of being expected to take the most active role in the room, the former Inquisitor has no qualms in waiting in the wings, this time.
It was heartening to see Aragorn standing a little stronger than the day they had met. Hopefully the wound was healing properly now, hopefully he had gone to the medical ward to have it properly cared for, better than what a magic-less, one-armed mage could manage on short notice, at least.
Yet as bold and dramatic as his proclamation to fight for the Emperor was, Finel had felt a cold, uneasy feeling twist its way from his chest to his stomach. Although their meeting had been relatively short, already he felt so drawn to him - Aragorn hadn't struck him as someone to go blindly, so rashly, into a fight, yet the readiness to pledge himself to a cause any of them barely understood...
The strength of his worries nearly causes him to miss the Emperor's reply--
You are a King of Men, are you not?
Clearly, there is more to most people here than meets the eye. Yet with his own gaze focused entirely on Aragorn, it's impossible to miss his surprise at the use of the title - which meant that it had been something few should have known.
What else did the Emperor know, about all of them, only to reveal at opportune moments?
With an anxious fluttering in his chest, Finel follows the crowd out of the throne room, so many more questions circling in his mind that he nearly feels dizzy.
Needing some air, he finds himself in a small, nearby sitting garden. A few people pass through at a leisurely pace, a couple of benches are arranged beneath trees to admire the variety of flowers and other flora. Aragorn is already there, standing near a pillar on the edge of the greenery. Finel approaches him, forcing his pace to a casual walk. His cautious smile perhaps belies some of the concern he feels.
"You're feeling better I see." His tone is warm and fond, even so.
WHAT: Post-audience drama and elf cultural exchange
WHERE: Courtyard/garden near throne room
WHEN: Shortly after the audience with the emperor
WARNINGS: You might get cavities idk
Finel had chosen not to approach the Emperor, deciding instead to observe. While he had questions of his own, his experience with various human courts and nobles in Thedas had taught him that each one behaved differently with a different set of rules, and it is far easier to navigate when you knew the rules. He could guess, if need be, but after so many years of being expected to take the most active role in the room, the former Inquisitor has no qualms in waiting in the wings, this time.
It was heartening to see Aragorn standing a little stronger than the day they had met. Hopefully the wound was healing properly now, hopefully he had gone to the medical ward to have it properly cared for, better than what a magic-less, one-armed mage could manage on short notice, at least.
Yet as bold and dramatic as his proclamation to fight for the Emperor was, Finel had felt a cold, uneasy feeling twist its way from his chest to his stomach. Although their meeting had been relatively short, already he felt so drawn to him - Aragorn hadn't struck him as someone to go blindly, so rashly, into a fight, yet the readiness to pledge himself to a cause any of them barely understood...
The strength of his worries nearly causes him to miss the Emperor's reply--
You are a King of Men, are you not?
Clearly, there is more to most people here than meets the eye. Yet with his own gaze focused entirely on Aragorn, it's impossible to miss his surprise at the use of the title - which meant that it had been something few should have known.
What else did the Emperor know, about all of them, only to reveal at opportune moments?
With an anxious fluttering in his chest, Finel follows the crowd out of the throne room, so many more questions circling in his mind that he nearly feels dizzy.
Needing some air, he finds himself in a small, nearby sitting garden. A few people pass through at a leisurely pace, a couple of benches are arranged beneath trees to admire the variety of flowers and other flora. Aragorn is already there, standing near a pillar on the edge of the greenery. Finel approaches him, forcing his pace to a casual walk. His cautious smile perhaps belies some of the concern he feels.
"You're feeling better I see." His tone is warm and fond, even so.