FAOLAN
COURT Shardless; Seelie-sworn
TITLE Seelie Marshall's Hound
OCCUPATION Bodyguard, Assassin, Spy
ABLE TO FAST-TRAVEL
Teleportation between the gardens of Caer Glaem & Caer Scima
Teleportation in Dorchadas at night
Teleportation to Lancelot's side
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RESIDENCE IN 2,701 Caer Glaem
RESIDENCE IN 2,702 Caer Glaem
MAJOR EVENTS
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PLANS
- Keeping an eye on Lancelot both in Caer Glaem/the White Citadel and on his travels.
- His mission for Lancelot to connect with all of the agents stationed in the cities closest to Caer Glaem.
- Becoming Spymaster under the direction of the Seelie Marshall should said mission be fulfilled.
- Watching over Bridei when Lancelot is not around and making sure that he is safe.
- Possibly spreading more positive sentiments towards the Seelie court (or at least positive sentiments towards Lancelot) in the form of ballads.
- Upholding his oaths to the best of his ability.
SUMMARY OF KNOWN DETAILS
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TIMELINE OF EVENTS
| SPRING IN 2,701 (Mar, Apr, May) |
- MARCH - Gwen is happy to see Faolan alive again. Faolan spends most of the month hiding from the cold under Lancelot's charmed blankets with Bridei, and feeling guilty he won't let him light a fire.
- APRIL - Faolan starts to hear harp-playing everywhere, both in and out of his dreams, and his emotions go off of the charts. He resents harps, and he resents what they mean to him. He would never destroy an instrument in or out of his dreams however so he will be affected the whole month. There are significant interactions with Lancelot and Guinevere during this event.
- MAY - Faolan accompanies Lancelot on the first of his many Public Relations trips, this time to Parrais.
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| SUMMER IN 2,701 (Jun, Jul, Aug) |
- JUNE - As of the month before, the lockets and the fairy rings do not work, and as such, communication with agents stationed out in cities has become a challenge. Lancelot assigns Faolan the task of traveling to them and communicating in person, since it is easier for him to travel around than most others these days, being shardless. He starts out with Treun, where he participates in the Melee competition of the Tourney and is bested by Connor early in the running. Lancelot is there to soothe his bruised ego. Also at the Tourney he speaks to Aragorn, Lucrezia, and Natasha. He also meets with the agent in Treun before continuing on his mission south to Leathann, where there is no agent stationed, but he spends a while investigating in their stead.
- JULY - From Leathann Faolan does a massive traveling loop back up to Parrais on his mission for Lancelot to meet with the agent stationed there. And from there he goes on to Doanna for the final stop in his journey, where he discovers that there is some unrest after the hangings that take place there. He speaks to Diarmuid and they exchange information, before he returns to Caer Glaem to share his findings with Lancelot. (All throughout the mission he has been checking in here and there, to let him know that he's alive, and because Bridei misses him.)
- AUGUST -Faolan accompanies Lancelot to Leathann for more Public Relations on behalf of the Seelie court, and tries desperately not to be in the way during the Festival of Lights. While he's there, he takes some time to investigate this new Oracle (and possibly work on establishing a new agent in the city?).
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| FALL IN 2,701 (Sept, Oct, Nov) |
- SEPTEMBER - Faolan returns with Lancelot to Parrais for more Public Relations touring.
- OCTOBER - On the 25th of October, the Drabwurld celebrates Samhain once more. Faolan attends, and reminisces about last year with Lancelot. He spends less time brooding than he did last year, and even accepts a few dances, including one with Gwen.
- NOVEMBER - Faolan spends much of the month on regular duties. When word of the escaped convicts from the prison colony in Leathann reaches Caer Glaem, it makes him uneasy - are any of these people a threat to Caer Glaem itself?
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| WINTER IN 2,701/2,702 (Dec, Jan, Feb) |
- DECEMBER - Having won the Hunt last year, Lancelot will apparently get it into his mind that he doesn't need to take it seriously this year, thereby ending up getting himself cursed into becoming an animal this go around. An otter, to be exact. Faolan must then watch over him, Lady, and Bridei the three of them for the next few days until Lancelot is himself once more. Any gifts he receives for Yule he struggles to return in kind, even if his own gifts by comparison are likely not as fancy or expensive as those that are given to him.
- JANUARY - Faolan accompanies Lancelot back to Treun once more for more Public Relations touring on behalf of the Seelie court. He checks in with the agent stationed there, and puts out feelers as to what might be going on with the Fortuna family, after the Governor was forced to abdicate his position. (The 26th marks Faolan's return from death, an event that is possibly worth celebrating?)
- FEBRUARY - Faolan travels with Lancelot back to Leathann again for another Public Relations visit on behalf of the Seelie court. (If he has established an agent in Leathann at this point he will check in with them.) Also during this month, on the 14th, Bridei turns one year old.
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| SPRING IN 2,702 (Mar, Apr) |
- MARCH - Faolan joins Lancelot and all others defending Caer Glaem by decapitating the skeletons of the risen dead, and is largely unsettled by their appearance.
- APRIL - Fairies start to go missing from Caer Glaem, leaving everyday tasks unfinished. Faolan knows how to make do without them, although it is an inconvenience in certain aspects. This too is concerning, however, and he wonders what it could mean going forward...
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He does not speak up to confirm that yes, he is tired. He's sure that it shows on his face. Instead what he says when he speaks up, glancing at the other man with a tired shrug and something of a smile crooking the corner of his mouth, "I've had enough of camping lately. I just wanted to come home." Home. He turns back to the pair of animals scrabbling to claw their ways up his legs, and a fresh wave of excited happy excited washes over him, nearly knocking him flat. "I can see that I haven't returned a second too soon." He moves to push Bridei and Lady gently out of the way enough so that he can kneel down towards them for a proper greeting.
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Lancelot watches a moment longer before pushing away from the bed and crossing to the cabinet, drawing out two glasses and pouring out a drink. He's half-glancing to make sure Bridei and Lady aren't overwhelming Faolan as he does, stopping the decanter again and picking one up to bring over him.
"At least let him sit down," Lancelot chides gently, and Lady looks around at him with some degree of guilt -- backs off a step. Given space Bridei shoves forward more, climbs up the front of Faolan and tries to fix claws into his leathers.
There's a pulse of power, then Bridei slips -- claws vanishing and what appears in their place sliding uselessly instead of catching.
Dark eyes meet Faolan's, wide with surprise, lightly tanned skin and thick curls of deep brown hair. The only thing that suggests this might still be Bridei at all is the light patch of red scales on the side of his face.
There's a moment of silence where he doesn't move, shocked by what has happened, then his face starts to scrunch up -- fear washing over Faolan. Panic, confusion, fear, scared he's scared -- and Bridei starts to whimper what is clearly about to rise into a toddler's wail.
Lancelot nearly drops the drink, catches himself long enough to set it aside again as he crosses quickly.
"Good lord, I knew it would happen soon but..."
He hadn't expected it right now.
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And then it happens. The pulse, and Faolan can feel the change happening in his arms, the scaly weight of the dragon becoming the solid, soft warmth of a child. The sudden change is so startling that he nearly drops him from the shock. Nearly. As it is, he sees the confusion and the fear welling up in those dark brown eyes almost as soon as he can feel it washing over the young dragon-turned-child in his arms.
Faolan casts a frantic glance in Lancelot's direction - what's happening, what should he do?? - as he collects the toddler closer to his chest, shushing him softly. "Easy, Bridei. I've got you. You're alright, it's okay," he says, running a gentle hand through the little boy's curls.
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Bridei starts to sob anyway, face pushes against Faolan's chest, and the fear keeps rolling off him interspersed with waves of confusion. No! comes through clearly, the first clear thought he's really expressed. No!
Lancelot's brow furrows in concern as he gently helps ease the blanket around the child without freeing him entirely from the safety of Faolan's arms.
"Don't be scared," he soothes gently, "look, Bridei, you're just like us now. See? We match, all of us." He ducks down to gently pry a small hand from where it's fisted against Faolan's chest, threading his fingers into Bridei's. "There's nothing to be scared of. You'll be safe with us, I promise."
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"You're alright, little one," Faolan soothes, gently, rubbing Bridei's back through the blanket as he holds him close, as sobs wrack his little body and Bridei's refusal to accept what's happening echoes through his mind. "I've come home to you, and we're all three of us back together. And I've got you. And everything is going to be okay." He rocks him close, gently, shifting his hand up again to run through the curls in a rough approximation of where he'd soothe if his frills were still in place. Idly wondering to himself whether it would be silly to try humming softly to him, or whether it might help the way it always seemed to calm him while in dragon form.
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Hands.
Hands seem stupid, they don't even have proper claws. How will he climb without claws to dig in? Bridei takes a wet, shaky breath as he stares at Faolan -- as if waiting for an answer to some unspoken question. What now?
"There we go," Lancelot is saying, easing the blanket so it stays around Bridei as he looks between them. "Much better. You'll be fine, I promise you." He looks up at Faolan, the edges of concern probably evident to him even as he tries to hide it from Bridei. "We'll need to find him some clothes," he murmurs, focusing on practical things before he fusses over anything else.
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Faolan isn't sure whether Bridei will let him set him down, and they have just settled his crying, but it's been a long day and his arms are immensely tired. So a quick moment's decision has him crossing slowly to the bed and sitting down to settle the little boy in his lap, tucking the blanket around him gently although he hardly knows whether Bridei will let it stay or not. "There," he says to the child. "Much better, yeah? You gave yourself quite a fright just then, didn't you. But little dragons can do these things." Or so he has been told. To Lancelot he says, quietly, "Had I known there would be this much excitement I might have stayed out another night. I apologize. I know that it is late..."
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"You have had a long night," Lancelot carries on, reaching to gently push back dark curls from Bridei's face. "I can ask for some water to be heated so you can wash the road for yourself, if you like. Bridei can sit with me until he calms, you deserve some time to yourself and some rest."
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"I... It would not go amiss," he comments, embarrassed. "But I would not want to trouble you. I can go down to the public washrooms, see if there's any hot water left down there..." Although truthfully, he does not know how Bridei would take that. Leaving so soon after just returning from an extended absence. It could set him off again, and perhaps even more inconvenient than leaving Lancelot to deal with a newly-turned-toddler would be to leave him to deal with an inconsolable newly-turned-toddler.
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Lancelot smiles reassuringly, gently stroking a thumb along Bridei's cheek as he gets use to the feel of dog fur against his skin. Something which largely involves varying degrees of hesitant and slightly too rough petting.
"Besides which, no doubt you have plenty of stories to share with us both. One moment --"
Then Lancelot is gently shifting Lady and pushing up to his feet again, slipping into the hallway to pass a message and gently propping the door open an inch or two to stop it sealing shut. He returns to Faolan's side, reaching out as Bridei leans towards him and waves his arms to carefully take the bundled child and settle him into his chest.
"Give them a little while to begin heating it," he murmurs, and offers Faolan a weak smile. "You were probably looking forward to sleeping. Forgive us for depriving you of it."
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"There's nothing to forgive," he says, simply. "I brought all of this excitement with me. No doubt it would have been a quiet night if I had not returned. But I wished to. More than anything else. Truth be told, I had not thought about how the night would go, other than the idea that I should spend it back here at last." With you. The words nearly spill out unbidden and he does not have the child in his hands anymore to fidget with. He glances down, away from Lancelot for a moment, reaching a hand out to Lady instead, wondering if he has lost his appeal so soon now that she has Bridei to be interested in. "It has been a long several months," he says, finally, as if that explains himself.
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"It was not too much trouble, I hope? Finding them, getting the information you needed?"
Lancelot picked each agent to suit their city, to be good at their job, but he knows they are not all individually personable as such -- and that to blend in they must make themselves difficult to recognise.
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Faolan's eyes follow Lancelot's movements, follow the way he cradles the child and the way that he presses his face into the crown of his curls. Follows the way that he tucks him against his side and the way that Bridei himself curls up against him, little hands curling in the fabric of his tunic. He drinks the moment in, the image of Bridei as he is still fresh and wonderous, the image of Lancelot one he has missed even more than he had thought he did, the pair of them together as they are... He could lose himself in this moment and this company, and he is not sure that he would mind that in the least.
His fingers trace idly along behind Lady's ears, between them, turning what affections he cannot afford onto her instead. "Nothing I could not handle," Faolan responds. "Each city had its challenges, of course. I hardly know where to begin to tell you..." There are stories to tell, so many things to share with the other man that he could not when he was merely checking in to reassure that he was alive and well. But now that they are face to face... He is awkward. Uncertain. He has been gone for far too long, he thinks to himself.
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The more colourful details, after all, had been left out for expedience at the time -- Faolan had stuck to what was useful, what might help Lancelot in his attempts at diplomacy.
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"You could say so," he responds. "It would be just as much truth to say that she found me, however. We. Happened upon each other, I suppose you could say. In a tavern." He lowers his eyes to Lady, wondering if he is making himself sound bad as he says, "I had failed to find her for a few days, and then there she was, sitting right across the table from me. A stroke of luck to start things off, if you're one to believe in such things, I suppose."
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"She is, perhaps, the most innocuous of them," he allows -- and shuffles himself on the bed so he can swing his legs up and lean into the headboard a little. He fixes the blankets a little better about Bridei, struggling to keep the smile from his face. "I told you that you did not need me to wish you luck," he reminds Faolan playfully, "and this is proof enough. You make your own luck, Faolan. whatever spirit or goddess is watching over you has yet to fail you when you are in need."
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"Innocuous is certainly one way of putting it," he says, as he watches Lancelot settle himself and Bridei against the headboard. "She certainly didn't waste time with idle conversation, that was for certain. Once she recognized the ring, she gave the code, and then all but dragged me out to one of those spirit fountains to speak to her." He frowns slightly, uneasy still about the openness of the spot they had held their conversation, even if it had been necessary. "She's smart. Assessing. She was naturally wary of me and she had good cause to be, until I gave her reason otherwise. I can see why you chose her, especially for Treun."
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Lancelot's smile flicks into something teasing, amused despite Faolan's unease. Perhaps also a little pleased at having Faolan's approval, although he would not directly say as such.
"I admit, I had a sense the two of you might get along. You are similar, the both of you, in good ways."
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"She gave what information she could, but I have a feeling there will be more to learn in Treun, in the days to come," Faolan says. "I spoke to Lucrezia while I was there briefly, although it was...difficult to gather information from her." She is much closer to him than any other person he usually would seek to milk information from, at any rate.
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His eyes flick over as the door shifts open a little and a group of fairies flutter in carrying a bucket between them. Lancelot smiles at Faolan as they fly the hot water through, one dashing ahead to ease the door to Lancelot's wash room open more before they work in unison to pour it then fly it back out again. The next bucket follows a moment later.
"I told you it would be no trouble."
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"If that is your sole complaint of my character," Faolan says, distractedly, watching the fairies with the water, "then it would seem that I have made the right choice in friendship after all."
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He huffs at Faolan in mock offence, eyes flicking between him and the fairies bringing in the water before he tilts his head toward the wash room.
"Go on, there are plenty of clean clothes if you do not have any of your own to hand. We can talk while you wash up, you'll feel better for it."
The empty buckets are carried out a little more quickly now there's no danger of sloshing, another set of fairies flitting in a short while later to pour a little more water. It's certainly hot, hot enough that a little steam rises from the surface. No doubt good for weary muscles, Lancelot thinks to himself.
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Faolan stands, taking a few steps towards the washroom and reaching to start undoing the ties on his shirt. "I. Have some things for you," he says, thinking fast. "In my bag." Distract Lancelot with his bag while he worked to quickly undress and get himself in the water. It's as good an idea as he can come up with, even if it's completely ridiculous.
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He hasn't moved, at least, to follow Faolan in -- he's safe for the moment, his only spectators the fairies bringing him water to top up the tub further.
(That, and Lady, who pads toward the washroom after a moment to check Faolan is well. Is he? He seems stressed. She could help, perhaps!)
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He drops a hand to brush against Lady's head, between her ears, before he works on stripping himself of the rest of his clothes, glancing at them with a quiet sigh for a long moment before setting them aside for the fairies to launder. He picks up a clean cloth and sets it over the edge of the tub, although as he sinks into the water and the warmth of it begins to seep into tired and abused muscles and joints, washing up is not the first thing on his list at the moment. Faolan leans back against the edge of the tub, sinking deep into the water, releasing a deep breath that is nearly a hiss, for all it is a sound of relief. He shuts his eyes against the feeling of it, suddenly drowsy, for all that he cannot stop his mind from its circles. Is Lancelot going to follow him into the room? Can he hear him from there?
"Forgive me," Faolan murmurs, his voice quiet, as hushed as the gentle sound of the water sloshing around him in the tub. "I've forgotten where I left off..."
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