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[Closed] Camping!

WHO: Iskandar and Waver
WHAT: Iskandar and Waver go on a small camping trip just to gather some supplies together from the area around Skyhold.
WHEN: Early in the month
WHERE: Forests mostly. Probably.
NOTES: Probably just going to be really cute. And more than likely funny in places.

It had been Iskandar's idea for the two of them to go out. Not only for them to spend some time together to figure out how they were to manage things together but also because it could be a good way to get food and herbs and such. People could always use those. They could always use those. So he'd packed them up to go out and ride to a decent camping location where they set up with the tent he'd obtained for the two of them.

It was hardly fancy but it was easily large enough to house the two of them comfortably. The bed rolls were even decent enough to be used together or apart depending on whether or not they were cuddling. Really Iskandar saw no reason for them not to cuddle but one never could tell with Waver. Best to give him the option of space if he desired it.

Setting up the fire for them, he nodded to the pack by his horse. "That will have food we can eat for the night. The meat may be dried but it will fill us well and we can always soften it with broth if you like." He'd brought that too.

Really it was good to have some real alone time with the mage. They honestly did need to get to know each other again, after all. For Iskandar it had been but a couple of months but for Waver many years had passed. It was important for them both to find a path that worked out well.

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"Hmmm..."

He studied him a bit longer then waved his hand for him to come closer to him. "Come. Stand before me. Let me have a good look at you."

Certainly not a heavy weapon but he doubted something like a bow would work out well for him either. Not enough power to that body. To skinny.

Waver tried to understand what Rider was going to get out of that, but he decided that Rider was the expert here, not him. So, Waver inched closer, his hands at his sides, looking at Rider curiously.

"Should I turn around as well so you can get a 360 view?"

"This should be fine."

Catching one of those hands, he took a look at it before giving a nod. "I think we should work on your speed. That way you can carry small things like knives with you. It'll allow you to deliver quick blows that should give you and whoever you're with time to escape. Or them the chance to deal the finish blow."

Waver wasn't sure what he expected. Knives weren't it, that was for sure. He wanted something that allowed him distance, so he could run and get away. Not actually land blows face to face.

"Okay," he said uneasily. "Are you sure it is safe for me to be in such close quarters though?"

"If you are trained then it would be just as safe as being far away where projectiles can hit you. In battle distance does not necessarily mean you are safe," he pointed out. "I'd rather train you to be safe close to people than risk a chance you might miss at a distance when tensions are high."

Waver considered this for a moment, then Iskandar. He had asked the man's advice, and he was far smarter than Waver in terms of the art of fighting. So Waver nodded.

"Okay. When do we start?"

"Well I suppose we could start now but I will have to find us some sticks first. Why don't you get some food ready for us while I find suitable ones?"

He gave him a smile then rose to his feet and gave his head a rub before he went to go looking around for just the right sticks. Sturdy enough for practice without being too heavy to manage. Not to mention too long or short.

"If you've got bowls or plate in your pack, that'd help."

Waver began to lean over towards where the bags were, extending an arm to grab one and drag it over towards him.

"I think I packed some. You can go through my saddle to find out!"

It wasn't as if he had anything to hide in there anyway. Waver was free to look through his things anytime he pleased and Iskandar would find that perfectly acceptable. Such was the life of an open and shameless man.

Finding a pair of sticks, he went to match up some more so they'd be able to have backups should those break. He had about ten before he came back and set them nearby. "What shall we eat?"

Waver stood up slowly, the wine starting to go to his head. His steps were steady as he began to approach the horses, and then rifling through Iskandar's pack. There were indeed two plates and a spoon each, although there was nothing else in there. Then again, Waver supposed, one probably didn't need much more than that.

"Depends. Is food in this bag or another? Or are we hunting in the dark?"

"Of course there is food in the bag. With how often I need to eat now I find it best to make sure I have food with me."

Usually dried food but he'd brought fresher things this time. Some meat and some vegetables. The meat would have to be cooked but that was what the fire was for. Until then they could eat some bread and cheese that he'd brought along as well. It would go well with the wine at least.

Waver tugged the vegtables out first, then the meat. Easier to do that first, but then there was the little fact that Waver rarely cooked. He lived off take-away food, pizza deliveries, and raiding the buffets at department gatherings, more like a student than a dignified professor.

"Soooo you'd also be able to tell me how to cook all of this."

Iskandar paused in holding some sticks up to each other and looked over at Waver with a bit of a blink.

"Hm? You do not know how to cook?"

Not that he really knew how to either. There had always been food prepared for him. Because he was the King. Royalty got certain privileges.

"Uh."

There was no use in hiding it, so Waver didn't. His shoulders slumped forward, and he looked to Iskandar, clearly embarrassed. Scarlet was across his face, and there was no pride in his voice.

"No. I never really bothered to learn."

Unlike Waver, who was apparently embarrassed by the fact, Iskandar laughed and planted his hands on his hips. He looked so proud of himself as he declared, "Neither do I! We shall learn together!"

This...was likely to not end well.

"We're going to die of starvation."

That was it, that was the end game.

He blinked once. Then twice. Then frowned.

"Cooking could not possibly be that difficult! People have done it for centuries before either of us lived! Now it is our turn to partake in this knowledge!"

Waver sighed, and decided it was easier to haul all of the kit over to the fireside rather than pick and choose what was needed Once the bag went down with a fwump, so did Waver.

"Okay, what do you even have in here--?" he said, pulling things out of the bag carefully.

"Food and supplies!"

Dropping his sticks nearby, he went to sit down with him and held up a pot that he'd pulled out. An idea hit him then as he gave a wide grin. "We could make a stew! We have water and we can put it all within this pot to cook! What say you!"

"A knife, then," Waver said, simply extending a hand out and expecting one.

"We're not going to boil vegetables whole. It is going to take too much time for it to cook otherwise."

"Ah! That would explain why vegetables are cut up when they are in soups!"

As if he'd only just realized this. Still, it took him a moment to realize what exactly Waver wanted and then he had to fish through his things before handing him one. Not at all a cooking knife but it would work for that anyway.

"I could get us a good rock for preparing food."

Waver stared at Iskandar for a moment, then let out a short, sharp laugh. "That's only occurred to you now?!"

Leave it to Iskandar to only realize that now. Waver shook his head, and began to peel a potato with the knife.

"Long and flat and fairly clean, if you please."

"I'd always wondered why they were cut up. I thought perhaps simply to be easier to eat. Easier to cook seems just as logical!"

He laughed as he went to locate a decent enough rock. It wasn't perfect but it would work. Bringing it back, he used some water to start washing it clean of any dirt before setting it up to make it easier for Waver to work on.

"How is this, boy?"

"And you never talked about this sort of thing with your cooks?"

It was as ridiculous as the rest of Iskandar. Waver gave the rock a moment's look over, then rearranged his position so that he was sitting down with his legs straight out.

"Put it on my lap and I'll take care of the rest."

"Well they told me to remove myself from the kitchen quite often. Perhaps I was too large and took up space when they were hard at work."

Or was just asking too many questions when they were busy. Either was possible really.

Once the stone was cleaned off, he carefully set it down on Waver's lap. "Does that work for you, boy?"

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