Gael looked down at the white garbs Aldric gave him, fingers lingering on the fabric. He did not mind getting new clothes, but to attend an open masquerade? With people no less. He knew he was going to make a fool out of himself tonight. He always did. Large crowds made him anxious--worried. Not only for himself, but for others. He hasn't even passed his Harrowing yet--is he even allowed to go to the event? And a masquerade? Gael shuddered at the mental image of Templar knights EVERYWHERE, their eyes scanning the area like hawks. Oh boy.
"...Where did you get these again?" Gael asked as Aldric was dressing up himself--in a formal attire. That's not something you would see every day. The rogue that spends almost the entire day at the Hanged Man wearing something decent--alert the Chantry. It's a miracle.
"Don't worry about it," he responded, wrapping the white cloth around his neck.
"Aldric..." the mage's brows furrowed. He never liked receiving gifts that weren't earned. Or rather gifts in general.
"Like I said; don't worry about it. I didn't buy it with blood money if that's what you're wondering," the rogue rolled his silver eyes, slicking back his hair with one hand while grabbing a ribbon with another.
"And this...ball. The Viscount's Ball."
"If you don't want to go, then don't. And I'll gladly take those robes back and sell them for a couple of silvers," Aldric said, trying to tie up his hair. "Help me out here kid." Gael sighed and walked over, taking the ribbon and the mess that was Aldric's hair into hand. A frown appeared.
"You could have at least combed your hair," Gael retorted. It was quick and simple, something he was used to, seeing as Gael himself had long hair that he usually ties up. Just not during the colder seasons.
"Yeah, yeah; go get dressed and we'll be on our way. You need to go out more often anyways. People watching isn't exactly fun, y'know," Aldric said.
"I'm not exactly fun either," Gael said blatantly. As he was getting dressed, finally putting the eerie mask on, the golden ornaments attached to it jingling, he paused. "...But who knows. Might be fun. Might talk to others."
Aldric hummed, "That's the spirit."
It was then the rogue's turn to pause.
"...like...cael," he muttered under his breath.
"What was that?" Gael looked up from putting on his boots. The damn things wouldn't cooperate with him. Why couldn't they have laces or something? Aldric shook his head.
"Nothing. Let's just go--I want something to drink," he laughed. If Gael wasn't wearing his mask, Aldric would have seen an angry Gael.
"No. No alcohol. I do not want to drag your drunken body out of the Viscount's Keep--in front of people no less!" he said angrily. "If you're going to drink, only drink two to three cups, understand?"
"Yes mum," Aldric let out another laugh.
Definitely the son of Judicael.
A thought suddenly flashed in his mind. What if the apostate were to be in the crowd tonight? Just what if?
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