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[in_death_sacrifice]

WHO: Kain and ANYONE
WHAT: Just one prompt this time. The next stage in the griffon-riding training: actual flyiiiing!!
WHEN: Now, anytime in the month of Drakonis
WHERE: Skyhold, in the air, wherever they land (leaving that part open and up to the responders!)
NOTES: No warnings!

This is it. Kain has been taking all of Maja's advice to heart, when it comes to preparing for griffon-riding. He's been coming by daily to feed and groom Potato and just spend time bonding with her in general. Between him and Inessa, this is becoming one spoiled griffon. He's gotten a lot of trust from Potato over the past few weeks, and learned to trust her in return. Now it's time to start training in the air.

Kain mounts Potato with ease, getting comfortably settled on her. He feels much like a Warden of old when upon her like this, and he straightens with a touch of pride in his posture.

"All right, Potato... let's go!"

Up and away they fly! This is strictly for training purposes, of course, the same as he would do with any mount. But whenever he ascends skyward, Kain breaks out into a rare grin. Yes, this... this is where he belongs. Where he's always wanted to be all along, soaring through the air, wind in his face, with the ground so far below. Anyone observing from the ground will notice them circling through the air, practicing various maneuvers. After a while, they come back down to take a break somewhere in the area surrounding Skyhold... (or maybe even occasionally to perch on one of the taller towers).

Where will she land? Anywhere a griffon can go! Sometimes, it's a bit of a surprise landing, coming down right next to someone very suddenly. Sometimes, Potato catches a small animal on the run, swooping in to snatch it with her talons. Maybe she even comes in to slash at an enemy of some kind, helping someone in a fight. Anything is possible!

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[circleprodigy]

Inessa is heading up the path to Skyhold alone, intent on some alone-time while Garahel hangs out with Ciri. She just needs a book and some tea to recharge, hopefully returning to a dog that hasn't decided to roll around in something awful. At least, that's the plan but hearing a griffon screech immediately gets her attention and she shades her eyes while glancing up. Is that...Potato?

[meds4sale]

One moment he had been taking a pleasant walk in the snow, the next he had his bandana snatched from the top of his head by dexterous talons. Needless to say, if there is one way for someone to be completely unimpressed with a griffon, that would do it. Now all the world would know his terrible secret; he wore the head scarf because he literally could not be arsed to do anything with his hair aside from hastily pin it up. The horror.

Still, he couldn't deny the creature had some grace to it as it landed. And he recognized the occupant from that time in the cave.

Checking to make sure the giant bird hadn't made off with the jeweled hairpin as well, he approached.

"...Hello again."

Hope this works, but let me know if not...

[not_the_question]

As had been his habit since his return, the Doctor had been alone wandering the outside of Skyhold. The problem: he hadn't exactly been watching where he was going. He had been too caught up in his thoughts. He had known there was a new family of mountain lion type creatures close by, but hadn't noticed just how close he had come to their den.

That is, until he heard a rather low sounding snarl. He slowly turned round. And that's when he found himself nearly nose to nose with the mama. (Well, nose to nose, she was actually about 10 feet away. But it was still far too close for his liking.)

"There are very good solid scientific reasons for being really quite frightened just now."

He had said that in a similar situation, he briefly tried to remember where... Until the mama growled again.

"Right. Okay. Mountain lions. Running is no good. Climbing trees is no good. I'm stuck out here without my sonic or my TARDIS. I have no meat to give her, other than myself. My chances are one in a thousand but one is all you ever need."

Just then he heard the screech of a Griffon. He looked up. And laughed. Because, proof again that one chance is all you ever need. He just hadn't expected his one chance of an outside source to be a Griffon.

He couldn't quite see that Kain was riding the Griffon, but no matter. He called out in a series of screeches, hoping his dialect was close enough for the creature to understand.

"If you've got the time, a little help would be nice...."

[sistertohermen]

As a dwarf only two-some years out from the Stone, Rachette has yet to really take a couple things to heart, things that one should really do now and again.

Looking up is one of them. Looking up means...the sky. The clouds. The weather. It just...keeps going up and up. She's mostly gotten over the worry that her feet will leave the ground and then never touch it again, but then, she also doesn't spend much time looking up at anything other than people and occasionally her surroundings.

So for a griffon to suddenly land not five feet away with a sudden rush of hair, she dives into a roll, coming up on a knee and having her dagger at the ready, clearly startled but ready for anything!

...Not guy-that-looks-kind-of-like-Kain-and-is-also-named-Kain-but-isn't-Rifter-Kain. She is not ready for that or for the settling griffon. "Where did you come from?"