Nathaniel Howe
Warden Commander of Ferelden
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Noble
Grey Warden
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((OOC: 28 Cloudreach, 9:33, early morning, @Cauthrien ))
Candles burned on the stand and a fire roared within the hearth casting warm light upon the woman sleeping upon the bed. Cauthrien slept, but from experience, Nathaniel knew it was not a peaceful type of slumber. Those first dreams of the darkspawn forever changed a person. Good, bad... Those concepts had new meaning and dreams had new purpose. She would awaken; her eyes opened with new perspective.
Nathaniel turned away and focused his gaze upon the flames rising in a gentle ebb and flow within the fireplace. Palms pressed against stone and he let the heat from the fire bathe him. Cauthrien was lucky even if she might think so upon waking. But he suspected she would realize her fortune, her chance at rebirth. Of all those present at the Joining, she showed the least fear. Brave to what ended up not being her end.
Bronn however...
It was a blessing that Fiona was in Denerim. Nathaniel had no idea how he would tell her of her brother's death. He could have left such a task to her father; however, even after all that happened between them, he felt he owed her the news from his own lips. Bronn was dead and it was Nathaniel's fault. He should not have let him volunteer. He could have easily told Dougal no, but he did not. Duty to the Wardens, duty to the arling all demanded he take the man as a recruit.
And now more blood stained his hands and he would have to hurt Fiona further.
That conversation would wait for a different day, though. He glanced over his shoulder and at Cauthrien once more. She'd been sleeping for a few hours and any time he expected her to wake up. There were things he needed to explain to her; things he was sure she would not be pleased to hear. He had not when Aedan told him.
Candles burned on the stand and a fire roared within the hearth casting warm light upon the woman sleeping upon the bed. Cauthrien slept, but from experience, Nathaniel knew it was not a peaceful type of slumber. Those first dreams of the darkspawn forever changed a person. Good, bad... Those concepts had new meaning and dreams had new purpose. She would awaken; her eyes opened with new perspective.
Nathaniel turned away and focused his gaze upon the flames rising in a gentle ebb and flow within the fireplace. Palms pressed against stone and he let the heat from the fire bathe him. Cauthrien was lucky even if she might think so upon waking. But he suspected she would realize her fortune, her chance at rebirth. Of all those present at the Joining, she showed the least fear. Brave to what ended up not being her end.
Bronn however...
It was a blessing that Fiona was in Denerim. Nathaniel had no idea how he would tell her of her brother's death. He could have left such a task to her father; however, even after all that happened between them, he felt he owed her the news from his own lips. Bronn was dead and it was Nathaniel's fault. He should not have let him volunteer. He could have easily told Dougal no, but he did not. Duty to the Wardens, duty to the arling all demanded he take the man as a recruit.
And now more blood stained his hands and he would have to hurt Fiona further.
That conversation would wait for a different day, though. He glanced over his shoulder and at Cauthrien once more. She'd been sleeping for a few hours and any time he expected her to wake up. There were things he needed to explain to her; things he was sure she would not be pleased to hear. He had not when Aedan told him.