Kif Kroker (
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faderift2016-10-14 07:39 pm
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WHO: Kif Kroker/Kiflas Croquet and you!
WHAT: Kif is back in Skyhold and getting back to doing all of Zapp's chores.
WHEN: Second half of Harvestmere, after he returns from Crestwood
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: None as of yet.
WHAT: Kif is back in Skyhold and getting back to doing all of Zapp's chores.
WHEN: Second half of Harvestmere, after he returns from Crestwood
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: None as of yet.
1. On the way to the laundry
See an elf. See a shorter-than-average elf. See a basically tiny elf, struggling under a pile of laundry that looks like it weighs more than he does soaking wet. Under it, he can be heard muttering about all sorts of various things, most of them centered around 'self-obsessed overlarge pompous poppinjays' and the like. Will he make it down under his own power? This is a good question.
2. In the stables
Kif sighs heavily, looking into one stall in particular. It's not even that he minds having this mount; she's efficient and she's easy enough to climb up and ride. The problem is that she's a tiny pony and he looks ridiculous with her.
All the same, he's not upset with her. She does her job. And she's more than he could have afforded on his own, so after he's done sighing he's going inside and gently starting to brush her and get her ready for a ride. He'll deal with Zapp's monstrosity later.
3. In the tavern
It's hard to be social. It's hard to deal with people he doesn't know. Back in Halamshiral he knew generally how people would react. Here, there are so many unknowns, and so many faces that seem friendly without reason.
His best attempt at being around people involves this, sipping water in a mug and sitting in the corner of the tavern trying very hard to look like he's happy to be here.
4. Wildcard me
[ooc: Want something you don't see here? Hit me up on Plurk at Nadat or Discord at Nadat#4647. Kif isn't a social butterfly but I can give him reasons to be places/do things.]

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"She's mine, yes." Fine, he's not sure. She probably thinks so, bumping his arm looking for a treat, and he pulls out some apple slices for her. "Given to me so I didn't have to walk everywhere since we were going traveling. To here."
Kif doesn't sound that impressed about being here, but who would be, in his opinion? It's drafty and old.
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Apparently it was this man who was impressed with this place and about being here. Then again impressing Iskandar wasn't all that difficult...
"This is a fine operation they've set up!"
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From what he's heard, rifters are dangerous and unpredictable. He's not sure how safe he is in the stables right now.
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He waved his other hand as if to dismiss the very idea that he might be dangerous before leaning on the door to the stall. "What is the name of your dear friend?"
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"Dainty," he says. "It's not her fault she's so small. I think Brannigan meant her as a joke about my size, but she carries me, at least."
And she's his. He doesn't have a lot that is genuinely his.
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He saw nothing wrong with it. Lots of people were on the smaller side of things. Besides, he looked average enough.
"May I come in with you to meet her?"
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"I'm shorter than a lot of elves." He pauses and looks back at Dainty before slowly nodding. "Don't move too fast. She's used to loud, but not anyone as big as you."
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Calmly, he slipped in with the pair then actually sat down on the ground to lower his height somewhat. With that he held out his hand and stayed still, just offering the small pony a warm look as he lowered his voice to make himself less intimidating. "There. I won't hurt you, little one. I'm just here to visit."
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Dainty leaned forward and nosed Iskandar's palm, searching for carrots or sugar cubes or apple cores. After a moment, Kif steps over to the giant and offers him an apple core, one salvaged from Zapp's tray after lunch.
"You could give her this."
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After giving him a wink, he turned back to the little horse to hold the apple core out to her. It was lovely to see her eat it and he ran his hand over her nose while she did, admiring her coat and even the length of her lashes. She was a beautiful little creature, she really was.
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"A squire has to be attentive," he agrees. Dainty seems at ease with Iskandar too, so Kif moves to her side to start brushing her.
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"Do you not often receive compliments, by the way? You seemed so shocked!" He looked over at him with a tilt of his head. "Surely someone must have pointed out to you that you have wonderfully beautiful features."
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"Um," he said when he finds his voice. "No?" Was he being mocked? Normally there was an audience when someone was mocking him, though. And he'd never had someone mock him who was feeding his horse or helping him in any way. Just in case, Kif glances around to see if there are people peering through the gaps in the slats of the horse's stall. No one else seems to be there.
"I don't." He doesn't want to upset the giant man. Iskandar could probably break him in half. "I've been told the opposite. Often. So forgive me for not reacting... how you expected?"
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"You do not have to apologize for that. It is others who should apologize instead for the way that they have treated you."
Iskandar patted the small horse's nose before looking to Kif and reaching out to rest a large hand on his shoulder. Nothing more than that since he didn't want to push the little man too far since he'd just confessed he wasn't used to this. "Let me assure you that I find you to be a very beautiful man. I am completely honest about my attraction towards you."
With that he smiled and went back to just petting the pony. No mockery here. He was completely serious.
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Now someone's actually interested, and Kif's feeling as capable of holding a conversation as his pony right now. ...Less, because at least his pony isn't standing awkwardly staring. Instead, she's making a noise of appreciation and bumping Iskandar's hand as if it belonged on her.
His pony has greater social skills than he does. If Kif had any self-esteem left to crush, that might do it.
"Oh." There. That's a word. Better than Dainty could manage. Take that, pony. ...Don't take that, pony, because he does appreciate her carrying him places and he feels a little guilty. "I don't know what to say to that. No one's, um. I didn't even know people were ever that... blunt."
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"I can say that I am pleased to be the first to say such things to you though. This means I have a chance of you remembering me and keeping me in your thoughts." He gave him a wink then gave his shoulder a pat. "Ah but I promise I will not push you into anything you are not comfortable with attraction on my part or no. Such things should be wanted by all to be enjoyed."
One more pat and then he leaned closer to him. "Ah! When you are done with her care would you like to meet my Bucephalus?"
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The pats were nice, though.
"I couldn't forget you." Even if he wanted to, but thankfully he did't. "I don't, I'm not uncomfortable. I need... I need time to process."
All of this was too new, and Kif had honestly never contemplated being with another man before. It just hadn't crossed his mind. Iskandar wasn't helping with the confusion either with being so near. Kif nodded in response to the question and finished brushing Dainty before putting away the comb and giving her food and water one more check.
"As long as he doesn't step on me I'd like to meet him." This man's Bucephalus, whom Kif is assuming is a horse, would have to be massive.
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Iskandar moved back so that way he could let the little elf finish his work. He knew that he could be very large and while he easily towered over both pony and elf that hardly meant he should get in the way! Especially when there was the care of another creature to be done.
"He will not step on you. If anything he will wonder if you are there to admire him and treat him. He thoroughly enjoys both." The man laughed at that and got up to brush himself off.
"I have treats you can give him so we will be covered there."
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"He sounds like he suits you well, then." The man admired easily. He'd have to, to find Kif attractive. "My Chevalier's horse seeks treats too. That's why I keep them on me when we're going places; Zapp won't and I don't want the horse to have to deal with him without them."
Animals didn't deserve that.
"Is he in the stable here?"
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The large black horse immediately stretched his head forward to seek the attention of his master. Iskandar smiled at him fondly and stroked his nose, murmuring something in his native tongue before actually leaning forward to press a kiss to his head. Bucephalus seemed pleased and bumped the man who laughed softly before looking to the stranger.
"Don't be afraid, my friend. Come greet my wonderful companion. He has been with me for a very long time and has carried me across many lands and through many battles."
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Instead Kif took a breath and reached up... and up, to rub the horse's nose.
"You value him," he stated. "And no. Brannigan... That's one of my jobs, because he can't be bothered. He can't be bothered by a lot. That's why he has me, really. I do the work, and this way my family is better off than they would be otherwise."
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Iskandar shook his head, aware he could not just take a man's servant away. It was wrong and not his place. It was one thing for the other man to release Kif and for him to pick him up and another to steal him away. Things of this nature had to be done correctly. A conqueror he was but he knew that.
Fetching a treat, he offered a piece of apple to Kif to feed to his horse who was currently nosing at the elf.
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"All he has to do is show up and swing a sword for the right lord. Anything else is a bonus. Some Chevalier aren't awful, but most of them would prefer to kill an elf than talk to them, or see them around."
As he talked, he took the apple and held it up, smiling faintly as the horse sighed and then ate it.
"Working for him means my family back in the alienage is better off than they would be. Whenever a group of drunken nobles runs through there and sets fires or beats someone, it won't be my kin. I can... deal... with him for that."
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