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(( 17 Harvestmere, Late Evening - @Breanna Guerrin ))
The moon shone brightly over the foothills near Denerim, marking a path by which their horses could easily travel. Bastian had been restless when he was retrieved from the stables, but thankfully he'd calmed in the presence of Breanna's horse. Teagan, as well, felt a sense of ease, despite the subject matter looming over them.
He was meeting with Alistair tomorrow, and they had yet to truly speak about the matter of Rigby Spearman and everything he represented. If he could've avoided the conversation, he very well might have, but it wasn't fair to Breanna. Spearman and his ilk might be a threat to the Guerrins as a whole one day, but this particular burden was Breanna's to bear, now and in the future.
Were he more like his brother, he would have tried to save face after the engagement was dissolved. In the back of his mind, he knew a political union was being lost, but it hardly signified as a concern. That Breanna was happy and did not feel forced into anything was of far more importance to him. She could choose never to marry, and he would be content with that. Or she could run off with someone tomorrow. He'd have thoughts on that, certainly, but interfering in such a thing would make him quite the hypocrite, considering he'd wanted to do the same once upon a time.
For now, he opted not to have the needed conversation in a stifling room over a dinner table, but out here, amidst the stars. He'd spoken to Kiley earlier in the night and there was new information to relay--not the least of which was to be the woman's continued involvement in investigating these matters. These were all things Breanna needed to know, and very likely things she deserved a say in. He supposed he'd cross that bridge when they got there, and hopefully the relationship they'd built would make it to the other side.
Leading Bastian along a sloping footpath, he kept the horse beside Breanna's as he spoke. "The top of this hill should give a view that's unobstructed by the trees. I expect the instant we get there this very clear sky will suddenly cloud over and dump untold amounts of rain on us."
The moon shone brightly over the foothills near Denerim, marking a path by which their horses could easily travel. Bastian had been restless when he was retrieved from the stables, but thankfully he'd calmed in the presence of Breanna's horse. Teagan, as well, felt a sense of ease, despite the subject matter looming over them.
He was meeting with Alistair tomorrow, and they had yet to truly speak about the matter of Rigby Spearman and everything he represented. If he could've avoided the conversation, he very well might have, but it wasn't fair to Breanna. Spearman and his ilk might be a threat to the Guerrins as a whole one day, but this particular burden was Breanna's to bear, now and in the future.
Were he more like his brother, he would have tried to save face after the engagement was dissolved. In the back of his mind, he knew a political union was being lost, but it hardly signified as a concern. That Breanna was happy and did not feel forced into anything was of far more importance to him. She could choose never to marry, and he would be content with that. Or she could run off with someone tomorrow. He'd have thoughts on that, certainly, but interfering in such a thing would make him quite the hypocrite, considering he'd wanted to do the same once upon a time.
For now, he opted not to have the needed conversation in a stifling room over a dinner table, but out here, amidst the stars. He'd spoken to Kiley earlier in the night and there was new information to relay--not the least of which was to be the woman's continued involvement in investigating these matters. These were all things Breanna needed to know, and very likely things she deserved a say in. He supposed he'd cross that bridge when they got there, and hopefully the relationship they'd built would make it to the other side.
Leading Bastian along a sloping footpath, he kept the horse beside Breanna's as he spoke. "The top of this hill should give a view that's unobstructed by the trees. I expect the instant we get there this very clear sky will suddenly cloud over and dump untold amounts of rain on us."