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WHO: Fenris and YOU!
WHAT: Fenris is back around Skyhold, catch-all prompts for the month!
WHEN: March/Drakonis
WHERE: Around Skyhold
NOTES: No warnings likely, just the occasional grumping from a certain elf here.

Herald's Rest

Not long after he returns to Skyhold, Fenris inevitably ends up in the tavern. He's been exhaustively busy over the time that he's been away… so of course some drinks are in order. His own stash is largely depleted, and who knows when he’ll next get a chance to replenish it? He orders a bottle of wine, but refrains from using the glass that he’s given. Nope, this is one of those times. Fenris simply grabs the bottle and starts drinking it down…

Stables

At the moment, Fenris isn’t really planning to get a mount. It’s something he may consider if he does stay longer at Skyhold, however, because it could come in handy for getting around the expanse of Ferelden or Orlais, for that matter. Who knows where the Inquisition may take him? Not that he's planning to be anything more than loosely affiliated with it. It's his choice to be here and it'll be his choice if he wants to leave again. That's essential for him to keep in mind. He'll always make sure to have an escape route, when it comes to this sort of thing.

So he’s wandering through the stables, glancing curiously at what’s there. The nuggalopes get particular attention, since they’re totally new to him. "Imagine that… Giant nug-beasts."

Gardens

“I still don’t trust that demons or spirits cannot listen in on this thing…”

He mutters to himself as he’s settled in the garden, staring intently at his Crystal as he looks through the most recent messages. He’d rather not speak into it, at least for now, so instead, he’s just getting himself caught up. Sure, nothing bad has come of it so far, and it didn’t before… but he still doesn’t entirely like it.

Wandering: Wildcard Location!

At some point, Fenris decides to get a look around, mostly to see if anything has changed. But he’s actually quietly trying to see who's still around that he recognizes, too. There are people he’d like to see if possible… and also people he’d like to avoid if he can. He’s not one for formally announcing his presence, preferring to remain down low about being around. Like a ghost or a stray, he’s kind of just slipped back into life here without making a big deal of it.

So he’s on the prowl, so to speak, looking for familiar faces all over Skyhold. He’ll drop by most anywhere, approaching those he knows, and eventually interrupting whatever they’re doing. “It’s been a while.”

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Fenris wanders over toward where Korrin is gesturing, looking at the one she's with, fascinated still by its appearance. "Truly fearsome... I wonder how these came to be? Did a nug breed with a horse?" The second part is only meant in jest, as impossible as it is, but he can't help but be curious... and those horns... they make for quite the intimidating-looking mount. "He looks strong... what's their temperament generally like?"

Asher the nuggalope partially answers that when Fenris is close enough, approaching and curiously sniffing at him. Perhaps he's looking for food or just wondering about the strange elf? Either way, he huffs and gently presses his muzzle against this new person.

"As you see, they're normally pretty damn mellow. You'd think they might be skittish, since only the Avvar rode them up to this point and only infrequently, but they've settled in pretty well. They're sturdier mounts than horses, too, and those hands allow them to take advantage of the terrain in ways other mounts just can't." Plus, those horns man.

Well, it's too late now, isn't it? Fenris isn't hugely a 'weird creature' person, always concerned about things he doesn't know or trust enough yet. But, well, even he can't resist the charms of the huge overgrown horned nug-beast, so he reaches out to pat him. In his way, he's even oddly... majestic, certainly intimidating, anyway.

"They originated with the Avvar? That explains a great deal." They would be the sort of culture to appreciate such mighty animals. "They've adapted well here? Have they seen battle yet?" He's just imagining a bunch of them thundering across the plains at an enemy. That's... one way to intimidate them.

Korrin grins as Asher placidly accepts the petting. He isn't a mabari, with their very physical forms of affection, but that's just as well considering his size. The fact that he's quietly accepting speaks volumes of his gentle spirit as it is.

"I don't know if they originated with the Avvar or if they just took advantage of having them around. They do seem to be the only people who were able to ride them before we brought a herd here. And they seem to have adapted well enough, though I think we'll need an expansion to the stables at some point. As it is, I try to take him out often enough so that he doesn't feel cooped up in here."

Fenris continues to pat the nuggalope, noticing how well it accepts the gesture. Not bad... He's not sure if he'd prefer one so placid, but maybe it would balance out against his own more skittish nature.

"They're much larger than most other mounts, but it seems they fit in well. And with you training this one... I have no doubt he'll be very capable. What do they eat?"

"The usual plant life, nothing exciting. They're less fond of fungus than their smaller cousins, but I guess that's because they're used to more variety. I've tried to get one of the stable hands to believe they eat people, though. He still hasn't been back here." Korrin chuckles, knowing she probably shouldn't encourage it, but it's still funny.

"And their larger size must give them a considerable appetite." He can't help but give a little bit of an amused smirk about Korrin's prank. He's missed this sort of thing about being around other people. He's not going to actually outright admit that, but he has. "That's one way to scare our enemies... tell them we're unleashing a pack of man-eating nuggalopes."

Korrin snickers, stroking Asher's muzzle. "Who knows, some might be dumb enough to believe it even though they're obviously just grazers. Hey, want to join me on a ride? I should get Asher out and about for a little while, so he doesn't get too restless."

"On one of those?" Well, he'd come out here to look things over and consider what he might need someday... so why not? It may not be something he's used to, but it's not involving magic. It'll be fine, right? "I suppose I could give it a try. But it's your fault if I end up in a snowbank." He's not too used to trusting in a creature like this to bring him around. This should be... interesting.

"Eh, you won't. Just trust them to do their thing. If you're skittish, they get skittish, so take it easy." Patting Asher one more time, she turns her attention to fastening the saddle before hopping up. "Joining me, or do you want one of your own for this?"

"Right. Noted." He... probably ought to practice a little, right? It's nothing to be wary of, not like magic. "I guess I'll try to take one... that is, if you know of any who are agreeable enough for this?" Though from the sound of it, it seems they're all calm enough that any of them will do.

"Hm...how about the slightly smaller one over there, with the broken horn? I don't think he has a name yet." Korrin gestures to the nuggalope, then opens the stable gate before she mounts her own, leaning over to stroke Asher's head.

"Very well... let's hope this venture isn't a complete failure... You'll cooperate, right, uh, nuggalope?" He has no idea what to call him, but he at least reaches out a hand to let the animal sniff it for a moment. So far so good, at least he's not trying to bite or anything. In fact, he starts sniffing more fervently after a moment, definitely seeking out food. "What if we make a deal? You take me for a walk, and I'll ensure you get all the treats you want."

Nudging Asher out of the gate, Korrin chuckles as she listens to Fenris. "Watch out, they have huge appetites. You might come to regret that." But that's for later; for now, she just wants a ride with good views and good company.

"Why am I not surprised?" Well, ok, mounting the large creature proves to be easy enough for him, even though it's definitely much taller than other mounts. He gets as comfortable as possible, before easing the nuggalope to move forward. Well. So far so good? "You were right about their temperaments, at least." He's never met creatures this easy going.

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