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WHO: Fenris and YOU!
WHAT: Fenris is back around Skyhold, catch-all prompts for the month!
WHEN: March/Drakonis
WHERE: Around Skyhold
NOTES: No warnings likely, just the occasional grumping from a certain elf here.

Herald's Rest

Not long after he returns to Skyhold, Fenris inevitably ends up in the tavern. He's been exhaustively busy over the time that he's been away… so of course some drinks are in order. His own stash is largely depleted, and who knows when he’ll next get a chance to replenish it? He orders a bottle of wine, but refrains from using the glass that he’s given. Nope, this is one of those times. Fenris simply grabs the bottle and starts drinking it down…

Stables

At the moment, Fenris isn’t really planning to get a mount. It’s something he may consider if he does stay longer at Skyhold, however, because it could come in handy for getting around the expanse of Ferelden or Orlais, for that matter. Who knows where the Inquisition may take him? Not that he's planning to be anything more than loosely affiliated with it. It's his choice to be here and it'll be his choice if he wants to leave again. That's essential for him to keep in mind. He'll always make sure to have an escape route, when it comes to this sort of thing.

So he’s wandering through the stables, glancing curiously at what’s there. The nuggalopes get particular attention, since they’re totally new to him. "Imagine that… Giant nug-beasts."

Gardens

“I still don’t trust that demons or spirits cannot listen in on this thing…”

He mutters to himself as he’s settled in the garden, staring intently at his Crystal as he looks through the most recent messages. He’d rather not speak into it, at least for now, so instead, he’s just getting himself caught up. Sure, nothing bad has come of it so far, and it didn’t before… but he still doesn’t entirely like it.

Wandering: Wildcard Location!

At some point, Fenris decides to get a look around, mostly to see if anything has changed. But he’s actually quietly trying to see who's still around that he recognizes, too. There are people he’d like to see if possible… and also people he’d like to avoid if he can. He’s not one for formally announcing his presence, preferring to remain down low about being around. Like a ghost or a stray, he’s kind of just slipped back into life here without making a big deal of it.

So he’s on the prowl, so to speak, looking for familiar faces all over Skyhold. He’ll drop by most anywhere, approaching those he knows, and eventually interrupting whatever they’re doing. “It’s been a while.”

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"Oh!"

It's honestly the most surprising noise Bethany Hawke can make, her hands flying up as she drops the sheath of silk from her hands, her needle and silken thread falling down with it. Darkspawn can't get a hundred yards from her without her noticing -- but an elven warrior from Tevinter? He can just come up to her elbow without her knowing it at all.

That's not to say she's angry. In fact, Fenris, you get a brilliant dimpled smile as she turns around and throws her arms around you in a fierce hug, "Fenris! You're back!"

It really says something about how well he'd gotten to like his old companions... well, a select few of them... certain ones like Bethany. Fenris isn't completely surprised by the hug, though as always he stiffens then takes a moment to relax. It doesn't take long, though. His expression even lightens up into a small smile. Bethany is also in that select few he'd even sort of missed.

"Yes, I'm back." He lightly hugs her in return, always a bit awkward and careful about that. "Did I miss anything exciting since I've been away?"

As Marian would say, they weren't just companions, they were family. Something Bethany took to heart, with every single one of the Kirkwall gang. They had been with her for months before she became a Warden, and they were there with her and Marian every single time they had to fight something off together (wyverns, crazy Darkspawn Magister cults, the works).

"I was starting to get worried. We hadn't seen a trail of slavers or magisters for a while." She beamed at him, before she remembered and went to save the silk from the ground, "Well, you missed something rather big, I would say. Aleron Darton proposed to me - and I accepted. I'm going to be married!"

As if the glow on her face didn't give it away.

"Oh, please tell me you'll come."

They really had been through a lot of terrible ordeals together, hadn't they? Though Fenris would hardly have called any of that the worst that he'd ever been through. That distinction belongs elsewhere, to a past he's still trying to outrun in his way.

"I suppose I've slowed down over the past few weeks." Or however long it's been, he hasn't been keeping track. He'd run across some trickier than usual slaver rings to track down, though, and it had all proven more of a challenge than he'd anticipated. He can't bring down the worst of Tevinter alone, not the more powerful foes. Even he can be outnumbered and overpowered, for all of his strengths. "That was why a change of scenery was in order."

At the news, though, he's genuinely pleased for her. If anyone deserves it... it's definitely her. And given who Al is, and what he's seen of him, he's a good match for her, better than good. Not that she really needs someone to balance her out or anything, unlike certain other mages. "Congratulations, Bethany... and I promise, I'll be there. I wouldn't miss it."

Bethany had always thought, if she ever had the chance to find Danarius's corpse ... she would kick it a few more times. Marian said he died painfully - but both of the Hawke sisters agreed. It could never be painful enough.

"Should I start teasing you about getting old? Oh, no, then you'll remind me how old I am." She dimpled, before bringing him to sit down next to her, so she can eye him and take out food to push into his hands. He's far too thin, as always. "If you're going to go off and attack entire garrisons, you know all you have to do is ask, and I'll be there."

Oh, look at that, she got a faint smile of approval. She beamed again, before she confided, "Good -- I'm going to need all the support I can get. Aleron's family is a little ... overhwhelming, about ... well! About everything."

Fenris would like nothing more than to revive Danarius' corpse... so he can then kill him again, over and over again. Once was satisfying on some level, but never entirely satisfying enough.

"I would have to know how old I was to be very concerned about that." He's never even really bothered to consider it much, it's just one of those things from his past memories that's lost. Like so much else. He settles down as she urges him to, though, taking the food she offers. He knows better than to refuse by now, anyway. "I'll be sure to send you a message next time... but it's usually urgent enough that there's not time to wait for reinforcements."

"Getting used to his family must be intimidating." He can only imagine trying to get along with the type of people in Al's family. All those pretentious nobles and the like, doing what they do best. "But if you can survive a Blight, I'm sure you can survive this."

Well, they could always talk to Merrill about it - although she's not entirely certain she wants to delve into blood magic just for a satisfying thrashing.

She plucked back up her sewing, her nimble fingers easily binding the silk together in small, delicate stitches as she talked. "I know - I just worry. We're all spread so far, except when we come here. I don't know why, but I feel like we're in danger if we wander off on our own."

She sighed, before she let out a laugh, "You should see the pile of letters I've gotten so far! I've gotten an entire book of advice on the wedding - oh, the arguments about colors, Fenris! It is utterly ridiculous."

Not to mention that Fenris would object to the whole blood magic part. As much as it's amusing imagining such dark power turned against the likes of a magister... But, no, it's not a road he'd really want to walk down.

"Have you heard much from the others lately? How about Marian or Carver?" He's been more than a little out of touch lately himself, and in his way, he actually does regret that. He can't deny that there's some sense to what she'd said. They may not have all gotten along, but they'd managed to fight as a group, somehow. He hadn't experienced such a feeling of being part of a team quite like that, before, apart from perhaps the Fog Warriors. But even that hadn't involved nearly as many battles, and had... ended less well.

"This could be your greatest challenge yet, you realize," he says in that dry, unexpectedly joking tone of his, "Not battles against evil darkspawn or magisters, but selecting colors and flower arrangements. This is going to be a large ceremony, I take it?"

It is not a road Bethany would want to walk either. She could only seeing herself going that path if desperation was not just a thought, but reality.

"From Marian, nothing, but that's not surprising. She's probably on the run from Corypheus. She'll show for my wedding, though, I know she will." Total confidence there, this little sister. "Carver is bored as a baby with no toys, out in the Free Marches, but one of us has to stay out of trouble." She thinks, "Merrill is loving teaching at her new school - Anders got married to Nathaniel Howe. Isabella is off with her Admiral's hat, causing trouble. Varric's off doing something 'mysterious' - he even did the finger wiggling. Aveline is holding down the fort in Kirkwall again, and Sebastian ... well."

They all knew what the Prince of Starkhaven was doing.

"Honestly, I don't know what we're going to do about him - he just won't listen." She stated, her tone worried, but a worry that faded with a laugh.

"Oh yes. I would have been happy in a field with my family and him, daisies plucked and put in my hair ... but Aleron's family wants to make a fuss. I think it's the only way they can show they really love him." She shook her head, "Right now - the colors are blue, and silver, with red roses for the Hawke family colors. Simple. Elegant. Hopefully not a lot of floof."

Of course, Fenris isn't too surprised she's actually kept up with the others, and has a full run-down of what they're up to. Some of their current fates aren't too surprising. "It's probably for the best that Carver is removed from trouble. I'm disappointed I didn't run across Varric while he was here. And Isabella...." He looks rather curious when Isabella is mentioned in particular- she's someone he keeps meaning to revisit and... uh... see how she's doing, these days. Yep, clearly that's all. He's less enthused to hear about Anders at all, but, well, he was among their group, there's no reason she wouldn't mention him. "And Sebastian is persistent, you have to give him that. Anyway, I'm glad to hear everyone is doing well enough. Most everyone. I still don't agree about the Inquisition harboring certain individuals, but otherwise..."

No, really, how can anyone put up with Anders? Enough to marry him? It's a mystery for the ages, one which Fenris would rather not waste much time on.

He gets a small hint of warmth as he looks at Bethany thoughtfully. "I could hardly mistake you as someone interested in floof of any variety. You know where to find me if you need a sanctuary from all of this."

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