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WHO: Kain and OPEN
WHAT: Catch-All for February! Letter-writing, Wintersend... and of course, the start of griffon bonding!
WHEN: The month of February/Guardian.
WHERE: Various locations in Skyhold
NOTES: Prose or brackets fine, I’ll match! No warnings, unless someone gets squashed by a griffon. Please don't get squashed by a griffon.

Warden Camp

Settled somewhere outside his tent for the moment, Kain is in the midst of writing something.

Dear Inessa, Kain starts, sure that he’ll figure out whatever else he wants to say. It seems a bit foolish. He’s still not even sure what he’s doing or what he really feels at all. He’d just thought that if he wrote it all down, he’d feel better about things.

While he’s in the midst of writing, he keeps furtively glancing up as anyone approaches. Just act casual, just… act casual. “...Nice day, isn’t it?”

Battlements

Maybe somewhere high up will be better to get his thoughts down on paper. So he’s up on the battlements, staring at the sky, and then down at the letter, which is only partially started.... Until a gust of wind comes along and starts blowing the paper away. He cries out in alarm, scrambling to grab it, running along the battlements as he chases after it…

Wintersend: Around Skyhold

Though Kain isn’t much for cheerful celebrations, he does realize what day it is when a large box arrives from his friends back home. Which means he has to go off and visit the merchants to buy a couple small gifts for people.

So, he’s got his arms full of stuff when he very nearly walks into whoever’s approaching, catching himself at just the last minute.

“Pardon me.”

Griffons

“You’ve all grown so much. Imagine... soon some among us might be riding you, if you'll allow it.” Kain walks from griffon to griffon, pausing to admire or pet them on occasion, if they’ll let him. Some do, and some don’t. Some really don’t. He values his fingers far too much to dare attempting much with Buttons, for example. He's also careful to watch his fingers with Buggie, he's brought an extra treat for Chawcey, and he's sure to… have an extra cloth on hand when he pets Slobbaface.

Potato of all of them seems especially excited to see him lately, and today is no exception. He can't resist giving her an extra treat. Make that two.

“What is it, girl? You- well, all right… if you insist…”

The griffon is very suddenly making happy noises as she attempts to rest her entire self against Kain… though she’s most definitely a bit big for that now.

Other?

If you want another prompt let me know... or just throw something on here, it's all good with me!

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Coming up to stare at the mountains for a while, Nahariel is surprised to find herself rounding the corner to stare into a faceful of paper instead. Her hand flies up to grab it by pure reflex before the wind gets it back, giving it a bit of a crumple, but saving it from taking true flight over the battlements. The Dalish crafter shakes her head, peering myopically at the brief lines of language before looking towards the sound of feet hitting the stone. Raising the paper, she quirks a grin.

"Yours?"

The wind whips back his hair, as Kain approaches. He'd been certain that paper would be lost for good, blown off the battlements off to the ground far below. But having someone else grab it is... well... it's a good thing it's been salvaged, right? Even if he's not so sure he wants anyone to see what he's been writing.

"I- Yes. I'm that obvious about it, aren't I?" He approaches, sighing. "That's what I get for trying to write up here under such conditions."

She'll chuckle, and hold the now-rumpled piece of paper out to him. "You're the only other person up here and you're running, so I thought there was a decent chance," the elf replied, crossing her arms once it's taken to hug herself against the chill wind. "Gusty today, isn't it?" she agrees when he mentions the conditions. She looks oddly pleased about it, for all her arms are wrapped around herself.

Kain takes the paper quickly, praying she didn't really look it over too closely. Not that there's a whole lot legible on there, with all the crossing things out he's done. He hadn't gotten far in what he really needed to say, either. He sighs, glancing up as the wind once again whips his long hair into his face.

"You could say that." He brushes the hair away. "I probably should take this whole thing elsewhere... though I tend to like it up here. I like the view, for one thing."

She'd looked at it closely--but only literally. Writing doesn't tend to be too legible when it's right up against your face.

"I like it too. It's big, open, beautiful, but not too interesting that you get preoccupied staring at it. Good for thinking. And when it's windy and cold like this--" the elf speaks a little louder as another gust flies through, whipping even her cropped hair into disarray, "--sometimes I can close my eyes and pretend the only time is now."

Kain nods agreement. "It's the sort of landscape you can lose yourself in... lose your thoughts in, most certainly. A very peaceful place... As much as I would enjoy climbing a mountain anytime I wanted to see those views, this works well enough as a substitute..." He'll have to do that sometime, though, since it's been a little while since he's truly done some mountain climbing.

He raises an eyebrow, looking at her curiously. "That the only time is now? Do you mean... living in the present moment, that sort of thing?"