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[Open] Time for some enjoyment

WHO: Iskandar and OPEN
WHAT: Iskandar is here to have a good time. Join him?
WHEN: Throughout Drakonis
WHERE: Skyhold and other fun places
NOTES: Probably lots of cute times. Maybe some sad times depending on the threads. But mostly a lot of cute and loud affection. Because Iskandar.

A. It's a new dog!

He'd been wanting one since first seeing the mabari. Now he had one of his own. A fine pup who tended to spend much of his time tripping over his own feet but was ever eager to be with and please the large man. Really he'd been told that an older dog would be recommended but they'd laid eyes on each other and that had been that. After all, once that bond was formed there simply was no going back.

And so one could find him with a puppy in one of the more open areas. They were training and it seemed that the puppy was at least rather intelligent at picking up on things! So long as Iskandar used his native tongue for the commands, something he'd decided to do just to solidify their bond further.

"Heh. What a clever boy you are, my Achilles Alexander!" The pup gave a bark and then happily ate up the piece of meat that he was given. And yes, Iskandar sure had named this dog after himself.

B. Training is important

The best way to perfect how one used their adjusted powers was to, well, use them. So he was around the training grounds to work with the couple of them that he felt could safely be done here. Name the teleportation and invisibility ones. So it was easy enough to spot him standing in one location only to reappear in another. At times he frowned and rubbed his beard as he considered what he'd been doing before trying again.

One could feel free to interrupt him though. He wasn't needing the concentration to do this really.

C. Memories rise to the surface

There were times when even Iskandar needed a moment to reflect, to think on the sadder days. Though he never regretted any of them that hardly meant they didn't weight on his heart. Many had been lost under his command or had given up much to follow him. Then there were times when he remembered Hephaestion and how perhaps he would never see him again. Or that his son would be someone he'd never lay eyes on.

So he was in the gardens with a kitten and a mabari pup curled up together on his lap. Both were sound asleep as if they'd been playing hard until that moment. He smiled down at them fondly, stroked their soft ears as he admired their pure innocence.

"It has been long since I had your purity, little ones."

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Sam had asked for help with this little venture of his so of course Iskandar had said yes. Well it was more accurate to say that Sam had mentioned wanting to do this and Iskandar had essentially invited himself along then planned it out and now they were looking for birds. It had meant a trip for just the two of them but it had seemed like it was something his mage lover could use. If nothing else it would possibly give him a chance to clear his head a bit.

So as they set up camp, Iskandar happily sang a song from his homeland, a mabari puppy panting away nearby as he watched them work. He wasn't quite big enough to be helpful yet, after all. But at least he could look cute!

At some point, he saw the pup start to sway a bit before catching himself from falling over. Laughing, he looked over to Sam. "I do believe our canine companion is more tired than he would like us to believe!"

He wasn't quite sure when it had happened but at some point he'd come to think of Hermione something like family. So he'd gone to have some little cakes made for them then had looked around Skyhold until he'd found her. With a warm smile, he walked up to her, holding up the little basket that he had. Well, it was a normal sized one but since he was huge it certainly looked much smaller.

"Hermione, come spend some time with me. We can have a picnic of sorts and enjoy the nature around us. I can even carry you there!"

Why carry her? Who knew. He'd just come up with it and it was out there now.

Kirk could not say what drew him to the gardens that day. He enjoyed the space, found it peaceful, but his own nature was not one to naturally seek peace and quiet. Maybe some instinct was driving him to seek meditation. It had been awhile since he had, and falling out of the practice was bad for him, that much he knew. Running achieved that usually, but sometimes he did need to sit and center his body.

He had thought to come to this place for that, and instead found Iskandar. It took but an instant to realize that something was... well, not wrong, but that Iskandar was not quite himself. Or perhaps he was himself, but just a self KIrk was not used to seeing. He was not diminished so much as he felt still, a thing he had never thought Iskandar capable of with his seemingly boundless energy and bottomless joy.

"Fatherhood suits you," Kirk said softly, coming up behind Iskandar and leaning down to wrap his arms around his shoulders, gazing down at the sleeping babes .

He heard the footsteps before Jim got up to him so he just gave him a smile as he looked back at him then back down at the sleeping ones on his lap. A soft laugh escaped him then. Fatherhood suited him, hm? "I always wondered if it would. Perhaps I would have been able to hold my boy like this in the gardens of the palace had he been born while I lived."

Iskandar gave a stroke to their ears again. "Unfortunately he was not a boy to ever know the face of his father."

That... was unexpected, to say the least. The histories said Iskandar had fathered children, though they had all been young when he died. He didn't remember if it had been one or many now, but Iskandar was at least confirming he did, indeed, have one child. One child whom he had never gotten to raise.

For a moment Kirk fumbled, unsure of what to say. He could hardly understand the position Iskandar was in, though he could understand the position of the child. Gently he leaned down against the broad back, pressing his lips into the thick red mane.

"You would have been a great father, Alexander," he assured him. "You spend so much time taking care of other people, after all. And he will have known you. He'll know you through stories his mother tells and the people around him who tell him even more. He'll know how much you loved him."

The impression that the Medicine Seller had first gotten from Iskander was loud.

Loud and blazing. Even if the man were seated quietly in the corner of the room, just standing nearby would be like being in the middle of a rowdy party around a bonfire.

What he couldn't sort out was whether or not that was a bad thing. He made a habit of being generally distrustful to anyone so overtly friendly, but he couldn't pinpoint if that was how he naturally was or if he was hiding something under all that cheer.

The Medicine Seller made visits to the herb gardens for reasons that should be obvious. Spotting Iskander sitting with two animals was not odd. What was odd was that the man seemed quite a bit more subdued than when they had first met.

He approached, peering down at the dozing pup and cat.

"A beast's life is more complex than you might think."

"I still cannot believe you bought a mabari." Actually, knowing Iskandar as he did it was not a surprise at all, but still... he had gotten one rather quickly. "And you named it after yourself." Again, something he wasn't surprised about, but still in a bit of disbelief.

"I'm not surprised that he's tired. He's still just a pup, and this hasn't been a short trip." They still had a bit to go. Sure there were birds up by Skyhold, but none of them were something he identified with, or not big enough for his tastes.

He laughed at that then went to settle into getting a fire started. The pup took that as a hint that it was okay to stumble over and lean against the large man. Iskandar gave his head a pat before returning to his ask. "I have wanted one since I first saw them. They are wonderful companions, wouldn't you agree?"

Of course he'd love the dogs though. What with their undying loyalty and fun personalities. They were really a lot like him.

"Though, people keep seeming surprised when I offer my name as suggestions for things. Or when I name my pets after myself."

"For his short life, I would hope he had that to combat the fear he must have had over being hunted."

Tilting his head back, he leaned it against Jim's shoulder and closed his eyes. These were the thoughts that pained him but he knew it was better to allow himself to feel this pain sometimes. Shutting the heart away from the painful memories, to reject them in favor of only the good, was an insult to those who had lived in the darker times.

"I am of a more somber mood presently it seems."

It had been a little while since had seen this Seller of Medicine but he was just as pleased to see him as he had been the first time. Looking up, he gave him a smile then a soft laugh.

"It is true. For they are living souls just as you and I are. And the soul is anything but simplistic."

He looked down at the little ones and watched Hephaestion Alexander stretch to wrap his little paws more around the puppy. Like he was claiming that this one was his.

"They played hard today. I felt it best to let them rest awhile before we left the gardens."

Like attracts like. As Inessa's heading over to the usual spot where she plays fetch with Garahel, the mabari veers off and darts toward the sound of puppy barking. She has no choice but to follow, smiling upon spotting the source of his detour. As her mabari happily licks and nuzzles the puppy, she lets out a rare broad smile.

"So you joined the mabari club as well? Good for you, Iskandar. Hello, little one."

Relatively little, that is. She reaches into her pocket, then raises an eyebrow at Iskandar? Is it alright if she gives him a treat?

Korrin's a regular at the training grounds, of course, usually practicing her Knight-Enchanter stances. Or sometimes she's just there physically thrashing a dummy when in a terrible mood and in need of some release. It's the former reason that has her here at the moment, though the Vashoth woman is just finishing up when she spots Iskandar. Watching him disappear and reappear or vanish, she grins.

"Show off!"

He blinked at the sudden large dog distracted his new pup. Of course he couldn't be angry because the utter confusion as the little one flopped over from the enthusiasm was really very precious. Laughing, he watched Garahel get to know the new friend, fully aware that the puppy would be just fine.

"I did! I have desired one since I first met yours."

Waving his hand, he let her know she could give him treats. And the puppy seemed to pick up on the fact that he was getting something because he clumsily got back to his feet and wobbled over to her with ears perked. Well, as much as they would go. They were still a bit floppy due to his age.

"This is Achilles Alexander. He's still figuring out how to move with the size of those feet but his ability to learn is impressive!"

He was pulled from his thoughts by her comment and burst out laughing. "I believe if I were showing off it would be to suddenly reappear behind you for a surprise instead, my friend!"

That would be the playful sort of thing to do anyway. Something he'd really only do with friends like her since obviously they got along so well. Turning to her, he walked closer to see what she was up to. No problem taking a break here. "What is it you are working on here?"

Garahel straightens, looking pleased -even smug- for being somewhat responsible for this very good life choice of Iskandar's. Inessa smiles fondly at the young pup, holding out the treat just with range. C'mon, pup, jump for it.

"I can't say I'm surprised, either at his learning ability or that you would name him after yourself." She chuckles, remembering his suggestion for a griffon name. "Give him a little time, and he'll be a faithful companion on the battlefield. I can show you how to apply the kaddis, to further protect him."

"Oh, please. You create a scene just by existing, your presence is that loud. Your magic just makes it even worse." Nonetheless she grins anyway, glad to see him again and always interested in magic that isn't her own.

"I'm just going through Knight-Enchanter movements. Now that we have less of that specialization around Skyhold, I've been thinking it's time for me to offer lessons to other mages. Maybe it wouldn't have taken me as long if it wasn't a Circle-born technique, but it is so it has to be perfect. I'm not going to have anyone thinking an apostate can't do the job."

Seeing Iskandar like this was strange, to say the least. Normally so full of life and joy, this subdued man he held in his arms clashed with what he knew of him. But what did he really know? He knew from the history books, sure, but history was not a man. That Iskandar felt comfortable showing his side of himself spoke volumes, Kirk thought as he stroked his hair tenderly, and he promised himself not to waste it.

"It's okay," he murmured. "Do you want to tell me about him? Or talk about it?" he offered, all the while keeping up his gentle stroking.

[ooc: (Some hand-wavey because these two FINALLY meet. also if you want me to change anything, I'm happy to.)

The Doctor had been pensive and quiet - well practically silent since they had returned. He hasn't talked about what had happened in the future, because that's not the sort of Time Lord he is. Especially when he's still conflicted over whether saying things will make things worse or not.

And being back here, he didn't have the distraction of "major crises". Which meant he thought about her way more than was proper.

He liked the gardens. It was fairly quiet and by and large people were more likely to leave him alone here. Or there were people to distract him as needed. He heard the man mutter about purity. He had basically said the same thing to ~~Ashildr~~ Me. Of course, he had said he was lost - not savable.

He looked down to see the kitten and the puppy. And couldn't help but make an observation.

"And yet... the pure ones are the ones that make everything else worth it."

It was mostly muttered too. That way the other man could decide whether or not to reply.

Waver tried to take advantage of the training grounds.

Tried.

He knew he was best off taking advantage of them when he could and when Iskandar was around. Learning to fight with knives didn't happen over night, and now Waver had something close to stamina. He could run without wheezing constantly, his legs weren't jelly after half an hour of physical activity, and while those were sad accomplishments, they were accomplishments none the less.

But none of the work came easy to him, even with the promise of time with Iskandar. Waver would always be a creature of books. So every time he came to Iskandar to practice, he looked as if he was dragging himself along.

"--Hey," he announced himself. "Got half an hour to kick my ass?"

Depending on who happens to be asking and when they're asking, the list of things Yngvi avoids is as long or short as it needs to be. Doglords rank higher because they're the reason Kirkwall is ruined now, completely, utterly, irretrievably ruined. Dogs just get added to the list because doglords can't be more than three feet from them or they'll explode, the Maker wired that into Fereldans everywhere.

Also he has nugs.

He has many nugs on his person (at his feet, in his pockets, up a sleeve, wherever a nug can conceivably fit basically) and let's be honest, what is a nug to a mabari but a walking sausage with ears? Which is why he's watching from a safe distance with several of them in attendance where he was going to instruct them on the finer points of how to construct a thieves lantern when he has to just making a pass comment.

"The dog is going to trip over that name mate." Says the man who has named nugs such things as Nug Wellington, Stronganugg, and even Tantervale Hotpot.

The Medicine Seller's expression was mask-like as ever so it was near impossible to tell what was going on inside his head. But it was probably mean, snarky and full of misanthropy. Almost definitely.

"You seemed to be reminiscing."

Why ask when you can state? Not that it wasn't obvious, really, but still.

"There is nothing I can tell you of him other than he lived. The histories of myself do not tell me more than that. So there are times I mourn the fact that I could not see his beautiful face. I decided that today was a time I could spend thinking of him and others I have lost in my campaigns."

So many lives lost because many had chosen to follow him. Truly he was honored by their desire to see that his dreams came true. They never had but the fact that they would continue on with him even after death touched him deeply.

"I was. I have many memories and sometimes it is good to simply recall them whether they be wonderful or saddening. That way I can ensure they are never lost and those in them are remembered."

One could say it was his way of honoring the people in them honestly. They had died but he was still keeping their memories alive so that way there would always be one who would know they had existed. That they had lived and laughed and cried with him.

The puppy was confused at first, tilting his head at the fact that the treat was there but that he couldn't reach it yet. Still, he was determined to have the yummy smelling thing so he got up onto his hind legs to go for it. And flopped down onto his butt.

He huffed then tried for it again. Obviously having feet too big was not going to stop him from getting the treat she offered.

"Kaddis? What is this?"

Of course he laughed at her declaration of his nature. It was true so really he just had to enjoy that she so perfectly described him this way. Truly it was one of the most accurate things he'd ever heard. "You are right about that, my friend!"

Now, Knight-Enchanter was a new one for him. He was not so familiar with all the titles of this world yet so he wasn't entirely sure what that meant for her. "What is it a Knight-Enchanter does?"

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