faderift | [ OPEN ] Are You Lost In the World Like Me?

WHO: Kirk + YOU
WHAT: Catch-all for the rest of Firstfall - open prompts + a few closed
WHEN: From Firstfall 20 onwards
WHERE: Around Skyhold
NOTES: Sheningans, flirting, cursing, sexiness, silly things,

A - Library
It had been some time since he had had the time to really explore the library, what with parties, earning coin, going out on a few missions, and learning to control the power in his shard. The library had simply felt out of reach, or at the least been on the bottom of places for him to be at.

But now he was making some effort to be there, and more often than not he could be seen with a mixture of books about history and about magical theory. He's even found a notebook to take notes in. That does not stop him from letting out frustrated breaths from time to time though. Or perhaps a lot, especially when working with the magic books.

B - The Stables
Over the course of the past six months or so, Kirk has come to enjoy the stables. There was something relaxing about being around the animals and practicing his horsemanship. He could canter with little issue now and sit nicely, though he was not going to call himself an expert (and to be fair he had been riding one of the more mild-mannered horses).

Of course he tended to spend quite a bit of time with Boggy, stroking and talking with the bog unicorn. He would even sit beside his paddock and read to him, as if the creature could understand, but if nothing else he thought it was nice for the other to hear the cadence of a friendly voice. He had even bought some tinctures to rub into the skin around his face to help protect him from the sun and keep from getting dried out. He had no idea if that was a real concern or not for the bog unicorn, but no taking chances, right?

C - The Battlements: Late Night
Some nights Kirk didn't want to sleep, or perhaps couldn't. Either way, it tended to lead him towards the battlements. He liked to go up and walk on them, to find a quiet place on the wall to wrap a blanket around himself and look up at the sky when it wasn't overcast. He smiled as his eyes traced his made-up constellations, recited their made up stories in his head. Sometimes his arm raised up to trace a new path, or maybe it was to send a prayer out into the endless dark sea.

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Nuggalopes.

Kirk had helped catch the things, and he still wasn't sure how he felt about them. They were certainly magnificent in their way, majestic even, but his mind was having something of a hard time making all the parts of them fit together. Maybe it was the... hooves? Paws? He wasn't sure what to call them, really.

He leaned against one of the paddock railings, watching the creatures with his chin resting on his cross arms. One seemed to recognize him from the capture, probably because he had brought an offering of food - as he did now, though it had originally been meant for his horse. Still, he wasn't one to disappoint an animal if he could help it (except when they tried to eat him, that was always the exception).

Hopefully no one was to picky about their diets, or minded someone else giving them some spoiling.

Not really one to visit the stables daily beforehand, Korrin is definitely a regular visitor now. She has her own offerings of food, tucked away in a basket with some horn balm. Spoiling her mount was never really a thing with her in the past, but she'll happily make an exception for her nuggalope.

Asher, poking his head out of his stable, grunts at Kirk hopefully when food is given to another. But he also perks up as Korrin approaches and bows his head so she can scratch behind his ears. "Hello, Asher. Behaving yourself? Just remember, Kirk's hair is no more edible than mine." She flashes a grin at her human friend, definitely in a good mood with nuggalopes about. "Bottomless pits, aren't they? Give them something and they keep expecting more. But at least they put it to good use."

Ah, so that was what she had named hers. It was a fitting name, Kirk thought. A good tribute to her friend. He was sure Asher would find some amusement in it, wherever his spirit might be.

"I thought that was most animals - and men," Kirk chuckled, ceding attention to Korrin. He knew he had no chance with the nuggalope when Korrin was around, and that was fine by him.

"You're not wrong there. Hell, after a good workout I'll devour whatever's in sight. But I'm pretty sure Asher and the others here would have us beat in an eating contest." Rubbing Asher's muzzle, she gets a content grunt out of him before reaching into her basket to produce an apple. As he contentedly munches away, Korrin gestures for Kirk to head over. Once he's eaten, the nuggalope will be more at ease with others.

"Sam claimed one, didn't he? Do you know if it has a name yet?"

"I think most people will," he laughed. "But then I will happily eat one of those jam-tart things any time of day, so I am not sure if I'm a good example for that." He moves closer to her, holding out his hand to the nuggalope for it to get a good whiff of, though he was sure that they all had scented the group that caught them more than enough on the trek back.

"Yes, he did," he nodded. "And I'm not sure as of yet. But I'm sure it'll be fitting. I'm trying to think of a good name for my own horse now."

Asher turns his head toward the open hand, munching away for a moment more before approaching to sniff at it. From what Korrin can tell, he doesn't seem to find anything offensive about said hand, not like when Nahariel had previously pet that bog unicorn.

"Something badass, right? If you're up for it, we can take them for a ride. It'd be good to stretch their legs and get them out of the stable for a while."

Thankfully, Kirk had not yet gone to spend time with Boggy. He did that after his other activities here, having realized awhile ago that his smell freaked out the other animals. It was understandable, though it made Kirk feel sorry for Boggy and that he could not go in the normal pens with the other animals.

"Maybe I'll get some inspiration while we're out riding. Let me go get him saddled up," he nodded and trotted back into the barn to fetch his rather large horse that looked like it would be at home in a field harness as it would beneath a saddle.

"Hear that, Asher? We'll have company today. C'mon, let's get you ready." The nuggalope is largely patient as Korrin gets the saddle and straps set, though he'll recoil and make his displeasure clear with loud grunts if she tightens them too much. Still learning about what's best for nuggalopes, Korrin is learning more day by day. Once he's all set, she leads her mount out of the stables and waits for Kirk.

Kirk comes out with his new mount, looking proud as he leads the quiet beast. Iskandar and Sam had helped him to choose the animal, and while he had not yet chosen a name for him, he nonetheless felt a growing bond with him. So of course the name would have to fit, and that wasn't something to be chosen on a whim.

He mounted up with the aid of a box (he was flexible but not that flexible, the horse was easily over sixteen hands tall after all), clopping over to Korrin. "Ready when you are!"

[ OPEN ] Are You Lost In the World Like Me?

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