Mara hated to admit she wasn’t seething as much as she thought she would at this party. The food had been good. Unfortunately. The people had been nice. Unfortunately. Even the music was tasteful. Unfortunately. They all served to settle Mara’s nerves despite how angry she wanted to be otherwise. This was the home of the man that had gotten her Conscripted, after all.
She stood a little behind Nathaniel, a nearly empty wine glass in her hand as she took in the colorful array of nobles around the room. She hadn’t seen such vibrancy except in the nicest stalls of the marketplace, and even then that could hardly compare. Yet another thing she couldn’t complain about. Maker, even the wine was some of the best she had ever tasted.
There had to be something that Arl Eideard had done, something about his party that she could actively blame on him. Half the reason she had agreed to come to the party in the first place was to find some other reason to hate him besides “you gave me the option to live but it really sucks”. Another forty-nine percent was because Nathaniel had asked, and the last one percent was the off chance that she might be able to give the arl a piece of her mind.
The only real problem was that she couldn’t even complain that much about what Arl Eideard had done for her, not without giving away some important Warden secrets. With so many people in such close proximity, especially Nathaniel, the risk was too great even if she wanted to spill some of those secrets. She couldn’t sound like an ungrateful child if there was little reason she could speak about it in the first place, so instead she stood and seethed because she had nothing to seethe about.
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Post by Eideard Clacher on May 19, 2017 0:43:48 GMT -5
If the beginning of the night had worried him--and who wouldn’t be worried with peacocks running wild through their home an hour before hosting a party--those worries were soon allayed. Eideard excused himself politely from the ambassador to make rounds of the room. Everyone seemed very pleased, which pleased him, and took the shake of nerve out of his hand.
He danced with several of his peers, some he knew well, and others he’d not known prior to coming to the city. More than one young lady was very politely introduced to him by one relative or another who had a very thorough knowledge of her many, many virtues. Eideard decided not to hold against anyone that Lady Rosette was his guest tonight, unless they dared to do so in front of her. That would have been a slight he could not have forgiven, something Maura Trestlebridge seemed to remember very belatedly. As it wasn’t the lass’ fault, Eideard sought her out for a dance a little later.
All told, the middle Lady Trestlebridge was not an unbiddable woman, and not altogether unpleasant to look at. Their dance was pleasant enough, and at the end of it Eideard gave her a slight bow and thanked her for the opportunity. Even if Eideard’s attentions were not spoken for that evening, Maura Trestlebridge herself was enough to make her daughters not viable options.
Eideard realised he’d not yet had an opportunity to speak to the Warden-Commander. At least not at any length, and when he spotted him at the side of the room Eideard made the choice to approach. Arl Howe seemed otherwise engaged, but just behind him, as if hiding, was a face he remembered. Noting her nearly empty glass, Eideard plucked what he hoped was a glass of the right one from a passing tray as he approached.
“Ah, Warden Mara,” Eideard said with a dip of his chin. He grinned, the expression warmed by enough whisky to convince him she’d ever want to speak to him again, but not so much he stank of it or was sloppy. “Thank you for being here tonight. You’re looking well.” The truth, and not simple flattery; as he’d hoped, the Wardens had improved her lot, and she looked lovely done up and, well, not behind bars. He offered the glass to her. “Let me freshen your drink, lass?”
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“Ah, Warden Mara.” She knew she was going to hear that voice speak her name tonight. She knew she was going to end up facing him and his stupid red kilt. It still didn’t loosen her tight grip on her now-empty wine glass or unclench her jaw. She turned around to see him dip his chin in greeting, one that she responded in kind to with a tiny curtsy of her own. Cordial, but it burned her up inside that she even thought of displaying such respect. Maybe the corset was making her think wrong.
“Thank you for being here tonight. You’re looking well.”
“Compared to the last time we met, I would hope so.” Utterly ridiculous. A far too positive statement for her to make towards the man. She couldn’t outright say “I’m well-fed and housed but I hate every second of it”, though, not without sounding like more of an idiot than she already felt like.
“Let me freshen your drink, lass?” Eideard said as he offered her another glass of wine. Mara raised her brows but exchanged it with her empty one all the same. She wasn’t one to say no to more wine, even if it was slightly different than the one she had before. Her sense of taste could hardly tell the difference anyway.
“If you’re looking for gratitude, you’re not going to find it here,” she said after a sip. It was the most honest statement she could make without resorting to shouting. Maker, she wouldn’t start a scene, not here. In spite of all the nasty words running through her head she knew better than to garner unnecessary attention. She was a rogue, after all.
“My record may be clean now and I’m out of Fort Drakon...and...” and I’ve found people who actually give a shit about me and I have all the food I can eat and I’m scared of going to sleep now and...and… “And I’m a full-fledged Warden now, but that doesn’t mean I have to like where I’m at, fancy dress and all.” She paused for a second before she quickly added, “Ser.”
This wasn’t as satisfying as she thought it would be. She tried to keep her expression angry - brows slightly furrowed, lips set in a scowl, jaw tense - but her rage wasn’t burning as bright as she thought it would. This was all so stupid, so she took another sip of wine instead of thinking too much about it.
Post by Eideard Clacher on May 20, 2017 5:39:51 GMT -5
There was no reason for Eideard to believe he’d see Mara again after he’d turned her over to the Grey Wardens. Yet, here she was at his party, a lovely vision in a flowing green dress. Youth glowed at her cheeks, and regular meals seemed to suit her.
“Compared to the last time we met, I would hope so,” she said. Her voice lacked the lightness in his. He did not expect her to be pleased to see him, though he wasn’t going to let that dampen his demeanor. She accepted his offer of a fresh drink, and he handed her glass off to another servant.
“If you’re looking for gratitude, you’re not going to find it here.” Not raising her voice. Not snapping. She very clearly wanted to--Eideard spent enough of his life learning to read people--but was exercising restraint. Possibly because her commander was nearby and well within hearing.
“Ah, I’m not, actually,” he reassured her, finishing his own drink. He set his glass on a table, and folded his hands, fidgeting with the signet on his hand. “It’s enough to see you doing well for yourself.” It was far better than being on the street, living theft to theft. In many situations, Eideards hands were bound by the law, but that had been one thing he could do for her. She may not like it, but it was the only kindness he had to offer.
“My record may be clean now and I’m out of Fort Drakon...and...” He waited while she collected her thoughts, no doubt gathering and dismissing several very choice words expressing very specific feelings towards him. “And I’m a full-fledged Warden now, but that doesn’t mean I have to like where I’m at, fancy dress and all.” There was a pause. “Ser.”
He tried not to smile, the amusement in his grey eyes, creasing the corners. “I, for one, think you should rethink your opinion on the dress.” He smiled warmly and offered a hand with every ounce of his nobleman's manners. Mother would be proud. “Warden Mara, would you do the honor of dancing with me?” Perhaps with more privacy she might feel more comfortable with her words, vexed as she clearly was.
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“Ah, I’m not, actually,” Eideard said before he finished his drink and set it aside. The movement of his hands drew Mara’s attention, and she caught sight of the very same signet she remembered him wearing the day she first met him. That same urge to steal, to figure out how much it was really worth, was muffled now. Old habits died hard, but even she was a little surprised to see how much just a month could adjust her perspective.
“It’s enough to see you doing well for yourself.”
“Right. Well, I guess you can take what you can get.” It wasn’t like she could prevent Eideard from looking at her and comparing. You must be so damn proud of your handiwork she thought bitterly. If there was any sense of smugness in him, though, his expression never once betrayed it.
“I, for one, think you should rethink your opinion on the dress.” Mara’s nose twitched at the indirect compliment. She liked the dress well enough, but she didn’t like that there was something she and Eideard could actually agree on. That smile on his face irked her more and more with each passing second.
“Warden Mara, would you do the honor of dancing with me?” Mara blinked at the hand Eideard extended as he asked the question. It was a bold move of him, to say the least. Nathaniel had never mentioned she couldn’t dance with other people, though, and perhaps she’d find better words to express herself with a little movement. She put her wine glass off to the side and took a deep breath.
“Alright,” she said as she took his hand. “If it’s such an honor, I guess I can humor the Arl of Denerim.” With that she followed Eideard out to the dancefloor before the next song could start. She gave him a proper, civil curtsy, then placed her hand back in his and her other upon his shoulder like a proper, civil lady. The biting remarks that dangled on the tip of her tongue were held back as she focused on remembering the steps and not fumbling around.
Even though she was dancing with Eideard, she still couldn’t bring herself to look him in the eye. Instead, her gaze caught on other things: the young lady glaring at her from the side of the room, the signet on Eideard’s finger, the other young lady glaring at her, Eideard’s bare ring finger, the gentle smile still etched on Eideard’s face, the other young lady glaring at her. Mara’s brows furrowed at the pattern, but it all clicked with one more quick glance at his hand.
Oh! They think I’m competing!
As much as Mara hadn’t wanted to draw attention to herself, this kind was enough to make her crack up a little. A small smile crossed her features as she shook her head and looked back up at Eideard. She already knew she didn’t mean that much to Mr. Most-Eligible-Bachelor-in-the-Room, not with what she really was, but that didn’t stop other people from making assumptions. They could keep making assumptions for all Mara cared - she barely knew any of them and any consequences that came of it would likely land on Eideard’s shoulders, not hers. All she had to do was disappear after this.
“I think we have an audience,” Mara said with a nod at one of the glaring ladies. This was a silly turn of events that almost made her forget her anger at Eideard. “Should I be more worried about those devious looks or should you?”
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Post by Eideard Clacher on May 24, 2017 3:28:02 GMT -5
“Alright,” she agreed. Eideard led her to the dance floor, her hand light in his. “If it’s such an honor, I guess I can humor the Arl of Denerim.” He pulled her to him, her hand finding his again, the other resting on his shoulder, and Eideard’s hand resting lightly at her back.
She didn’t look at him as the music started, instead seeming to focus on the steps to the dance. Eideard had spent so much time as a youth learning them, and Mara had a good grasp if no confidence behind it. He leaned a little closer, knowing she was biting back no doubt many scathing remarks. “The steps come easier if you don’t think of them so much,” he offered.
He didn’t force conversation as they made their first turn around the floor. He did keep his attention focused on her. He didn’t expect anything from her, certainly no thanks. He’d not given her a great choice, but it was a choice. That she was here, now, dressed well, clearly well-fed, was a testament that it had been good for her. He would not dare say as much now. Instead he tried to follow her glances around the room.
Finally she looked up at him, the hint of a smile upon her lips. “I think we have an audience,” she said, looking over his shoulder. “Should I be more worried about those devious looks or should you?”
He followed her gaze to the young woman who could not take her eyes off of them. Turning back, he let a rich chuckle. The young woman was not the only one watching, and why shouldn’t they? Mara was a lovely woman, her hair framing her face, grey eyes not unlike his own looking back at him. He dipped his head, as if speaking intimately to her. “Shall we have a little fun with them?” he asked. “Only if you’re up to it. What fun is it for them if they have nothing to watch?” To emphasise his idea, his hand tightened at her back, pulling her close enough to seem cozy, but not enough to be vulgar.
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Mara hated to admit that Eideard was a good dancer. She hated to admit a lot of things about him - he was easy on the eyes, thoughtful, and too damn perfect. Maybe he was too tall. Seven inches of height difference was a lot to look up at, but that wasn’t so much a flaw as it was her own personal grievance.
“The steps come easier if you don’t think of them so much,” Eideard said as he leaned in a little closer.
“Don’t patronize me,” Mara muttered under her breath. She loosened her grip on Eideard’s hand, though, and allowed him to lead more like he was supposed to. She hated to admit that, once again, he was right. The steps were easier when she didn’t think so much about them.
As the dance went on and Mara noticed the looks she and Eideard were getting, it became even easier to let the steps flow. A misstep here or a misstep there was quickly corrected with little thought as her attention was drawn to exactly why she was getting such unpleasant attention. It was either the funniest thing that had happened to her all night or the most dangerous - she could only hope she wouldn’t have to speak to any of the young ladies staring at her later.
“Shall we have a little fun with them?” Eideard asked after she pointed out the glares. “Only if you’re up to it. What fun is it for them if they have nothing to watch?” As if to answer for her, his hand tightened at her back and pulled her a little closer, nothing too extreme but enough to startle her and nearly make her miss a step. As frustrating as these skirts were to drag around, she thanked the Maker nobody could see her feet.
“Oh, Eideard,” she batted her eyelashes dramatically and tilted her head to the side, “you know I utterly despise you.” She brought her hand up a little higher on his shoulder so that her thumb was caressing his neck. Her eyes caught sight of one of the ladies that had been staring, and she flashed the woman a triumphant smile before the steps of the dance turned her away. She could play along with this charade all night long, but that didn’t mean her words had to match her movements.
“Pat yourself on the back all you want, but that doesn’t change the fact that the man you sent to share my fate has already perished. Were you aware of that?” She leaned in as close as she could get to his ear - damn his height. “Because right now I wish I was him.”
There was so much more she could say. Illogical things, spiteful things, all things that she held back. Testing the Arl’s patience and temper was a risk, but half the point of coming to this party was to make how she felt about everything known to the man. Her face held that little half-smile of hers as she pulled back from his ear, a mask to hide all the rage and blame that burned within. Only a small portion of it was reserved for Eideard, but Maker, it was enough to let some of the scorching words burn her tongue.
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Post by Eideard Clacher on May 28, 2017 19:36:20 GMT -5
Had Mara objected to his playful display, Eideard would have backed off immediately. A little fun was one thing, but deliberately making a lady uncomfortable was another entirely. But after her initial moment of surprised, she played along beautifully. To a point.
“Oh, Eideard,” she batted her eyes, tilting her head, and to anyone watching was flirting skillfully, “you know I utterly despise you.”
What else could he do? Eideard chuckled low, his eyes creasing, even finding amusement with her dismissal of title. Not exactly what he expected, but he’d take it. A little disdain was expected for his forcing of her hand the way he had. Not that he regretted that choice. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, she seemed better off, and he had to believe the Wardens made her life more stable than living scam to scam.
Not missing a beat and keeping up the charade, he tilted her chin with one crooked knuckle. “You are welcome to hate me; I would not fault you for it, lass. In fact I find your honesty refreshing.” He slid his hand to take hers again and guide her through a turn before drawing her back to him.
Her honesty did not stop there: “Pat yourself on the back all you want, but that doesn’t change the fact that the man you sent to share my fate has already perished. Were you aware of that?” He was, not able to put the young woman’s fate out of his mind. Even the man, who spat on him as he signed the release orders. He nodded. Mara leaned close to him, perhaps murmuring something bawdy to him as others watched. “Because right now I wish I was him.”
Had she meant for her words to strike, she succeeded. While he kept his smile, his eyes softened in sympathy ever-so-slightly. “Aye.” He took a moment to lift her as the dance indicated, setting her down a quarter turn later. “When I came back from the war, alive, I often wished I’d died instead of the many good people who had the misfortune of my inexperience in leading combat. Sometimes I still do. What right do I have to all of this with all of their sacrifice?” With Fergus Cousland believed dead, and their numbers decimated by the Horde and infighting, it had fallen to Eideard to lift Highever’s banner and forge on. He curled his head towards hers so he might speak low, as if sharing a joke. “I still see their faces at night, and it keeps me awake. As it should.” Their hands palm to palm as they circled one another, he added, “I apologise for making you go through that, and I will carry that guilt with all the rest, but I’m not sorry to have saved you the petty wrath of a nobleman when you have so much you could offer.”
Mara wasn’t certain if Eideard’s chuckle was one from awkwardness or a genuine sense of humor. He wasn’t insulted by her brash comment, though. At least, he didn’t look like it. It irritated Mara enough to make her drop her mask of civility for just a second, long enough for a frown to crease her features and her jaw to tense before she pulled herself back together. Just in time, too, for the Arl curled a knuckle under her chin and lifted her gaze to meet his.
“You are welcome to hate me; I would not fault you for it, lass. In fact I find your honesty refreshing.”
What was it with these noble-types and their utter calmness? Nothing seemed to get to Teyrn Cousland, and nothing seemed to bother the Arl in front of her now. Their sense of control was formidable, but also dreadfully annoying and dull. There was no satisfaction to be found in a pleasant smile and an understanding nod.
“It’s not often I speak so openly of what I think,” Mara said as she pulled her chin away from Eideard’s hand. That wasn’t entirely true - bitter things she could say as easily as she fired an arrow. It was something to get out of her system before it rotted and festered too long within. It was something that was easier to force someone else to carry - all the blame and hatred and disgust she felt - as long as they were involved in some way. The good things, though - the sweet and beautiful things - those she would cling to, hide away in a safe place and keep them away from others lest they be soiled by another’s words.
“The rarity of my honesty should tell you plenty about the depths it reaches. I do not use the word ‘despise’ lightly.” As kind and gentle as Mara could tell Eideard was, that wouldn’t stop her from seeing the bars between them. There was no erasing that from her memory.
Her words about the other Conscript, about the fate she wished for, struck a nerve with the Arl. It wasn’t an obvious thing - anyone watching from a distance probably wouldn’t have picked it up, but Mara could see the softening of his eyes as she pulled back from his ear. His mask cracked, if only just a tiny bit, but it was enough to draw a small sense of satisfaction for the Warden. Finally she could see she was breaking through, even just a little bit. All she wanted was for him to feel just a little of what she did, and at last she was getting somewhere.
The lift in the dance knocked some of the smugness out of Mara. She had almost forgotten it was part of the steps but managed to make the small jump with some help from Eideard. She hated to admit a lot of things about Eideard, and now she had to add “good at leading in dancing” to her list.
“When I came back from the war, alive, I often wished I’d died instead of the many good people who had the misfortune of my inexperience in leading combat.” Mara tried not to roll her eyes. A self-pitying lecture wasn’t going to win sympathy points from her. “Sometimes I still do. What right do I have to all of this with all of their sacrifice?”
“Luck and birthright are such terrible burdens, aren’t they?” Her smile broadened a little and her brows raised to accent the sarcasm dripping from her voice. From a distance it looked as if she had shared a little quip of her own.
“I still see their faces at night, and it keeps me awake. As it should.” Mara found herself nodding in agreement to that. She blinked and broke herself out of it as she placed her palm against his and circled him. “I apologise for making you go through that, and I will carry that guilt with all the rest, but I’m not sorry to have saved you the petty wrath of a nobleman when you have so much you could offer.”
“Anyone can learn to track Darkspawn,” Mara retorted. “Just follow the sense of dread and dismay to your death. Simple. Any sane person would know to walk away, not find it and attempt to kill it.” There was a lack of spark in her words. “Any sane person” would not have survived the Joining if they thought like that. Somewhere deep down she knew that her instinct and will to survive was greater than her fear of Darkspawn. It wasn’t by much, but it was enough for her to know that faced with one in front of her, she was capable enough to kill it - that’s why she believed she had been spared the sudden death of the Joining, instead left with the poison in her veins to remind her exactly why she still breathed today.
“You carry much on your shoulders,” Mara finally said as they came to face each other once more. “You will find no gratitude for it from me, but…” She didn’t want to say it. She didn’t want to concede what little ground she had gained in this conversation, but he wasn’t reacting how she had anticipated. He hadn’t forgotten her, tossed her fate off to the side like it was nothing after conversing with her only a few minutes. For a nobleman to take the weight of her life and so many others so seriously was rather unexpected, to say the least.
“...but I am satisfied that you carry my fate with you. It may not warrant forgiveness, but it warrants...something.” The thought was going somewhere, she knew it, but there was no word for what actually felt. “Respect” was too heavy, too kind. “Indifference” disregarded the burning sensation she felt at the very sight of him. “Something” would have to do for now.
Post by Eideard Clacher on Jun 2, 2017 21:52:55 GMT -5
“Luck and birthright are such terrible burdens, aren’t they?” Mara said with a raise of her brow. Clearly she felt as though she had scored some point on an invisible card they were keeping. He nodded. There was not much to be found in denying his privilege. While Eideard was more a man of the people, he did not feel shame in his status or wealth. He did the best he could with what he had. But it was that birthright and privilege that allowed things to fall upon his shoulders which he was not ready to bear.
Only he would be able to carry that now.
His guilt seemed to catch her attention more, as it probably should have. Eideard did not discuss these things often. If at all. He did not often talk about the way the nightmares kept him up, how sometimes he wandered the halls of his own home, confused and trapped in some dream, convinced it was reality. How it was whisky that kept him from trembling when the thoughts overcame him, and it was the whisky that kept him numb to that aforementioned guilt. He did not mention those things to Mara, now.
“Anyone can learn to track Darkspawn,” Mara said. She was not wrong, but Eideard knew there was more to it than that. “Just follow the sense of dread and dismay to your death. Simple. Any sane person would know to walk away, not find it and attempt to kill it.”
It was not always sane people who won wars, though.
He drew Mara to him again, his hand on the small of her back once more. “You carry much on your shoulders,” she said. That was how Dairmad and Greer raised him to be. “You will find no gratitude for it from me, but…”
Eideard waited to see if more would follow that, but it did not. Not for some beats of the music, anyhow.
“...but I am satisfied that you carry my fate with you,” she finally finished. “It may not warrant forgiveness, but it warrants...something.”
A warm chuckle rolled up from deep in Eideard’s chest. Not mocking or even humorous in the least. “Then I am grateful for your something, Warden Mara.” The music began to slow as the end of the song drew near. “All I would ever need is to know you have a better life.” He could not presume that the Wardens lead great lives. He was quite sure that was not the truth of it at all. “Or at least one which provides better for you.” When the music stopped, Eideard stepped back and bowed over her hand before lifting it to his lips for a chaste kiss. Excessive, perhaps, but part of the fun of the show. “You dance as beautifully as you clean up, lass. Find me again if you’d like another.”
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Mara knew her phrasing was odd, but it wasn’t that funny. Eideard’s laugh made her drop the pleasant mask she had been holding into a confused frown. He sounded more amused than anything else, and for a moment Mara felt quite childish. She was being petulant and fussy to a nobleman, yet he had the grace to simply let it all slide like it was nothing. The feeling shook washed away a moment later as another turn in the dance distracted her. She had done exactly what she intended on doing when she agreed to accompany Nathaniel to the party: she had said her peace, and it was over.
“Then I am grateful for your something, Warden Mara.”
“Yes, well, take what you can, I guess.”
“All I would ever need is to know you have a better life. Or at least one which provides better for you.”
She would have been quick to deny that if the music wasn’t fading and the dance already ending. Objectively, she was certainly well-supplied and cared for, but subjectively those were things she never wanted from other people, especially at the price she paid for it. She was more than capable of taking care of herself, even if that meant bending the laws of the land a little bit. The fact that that wasn’t a factor in her life anymore did little to make her appreciate her newfound comforts.
Mara’s skirts swished at her feet as she stopped to face Eideard when the music finished. He gave her a bow and kiss on the hand that, while perfectly innocent, made Mara no less aware of the eyes shooting daggers at her around the room. She kept up the act with a cordial curtsy of her own, but she was already trying to pick out any shadowy place in the room she could hide herself in for awhile.
“You dance as beautifully as you clean up, lass. Find me again if you’d like another.”
“Thank you, ser,” was the most Mara could say to that. It was a high compliment coming from the Arl of Denerim. As she stepped away, she was quick to convince herself that the flushing of her cheeks was from anger, not bashfulness.
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