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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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"I... No, I didn't mean it in that way." He bows his head for a moment, looking quite penitent overall. "Forgive me, I really didn't mean any disrespect. His life was lost, and that's a terrible fate for someone so far from home. It's just..." What is it, exactly? Is he jealous of someone very much deceased? Probably not. All that was ever the man is now in an urn that Rydia carries around, it's not exactly something to envy. "I'm sorry. I guess it was terrible of me to say. I wanted to prove I was better, but it's not my place to judge. Could he really jump so high as you say?"

"Absurdly high for someone in full armor, yes. Which makes me think either the armor was enchanted or there was some kind of magic to it. I guess we'll never find out now." Korrin shrugs, not about to lose any sleep over it. There are enough weird things in her life where if she allowed them to get to her, rest would never happen.

"C'mon, let's get this set down and open that bottle. I'm getting parched."

"Now I wish I'd been able to see it, that does sound impressive." Note to self, practice jumping around more in training. He might not ever reach the heights of this other man, but maybe he can improve. He does like to incorporate quite a bit of jumping into his fighting style as it is.

"All right, here we are." They're approaching his tent now, anyway, and he'll be glad to get everything set down as well. He can go through it all and sort it all out later, for now... there's drinking to be done.