Wintersend Gifts

[madame_de_fer]

WHO: Vivienne and YOU
WHAT: Giving out Wintersend gifts
WHEN: Wintersend (backdated to Feb 1st)
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: If you have a shred of positive CR with Vivienne, or happen to be someone that would be considered a key political ally to have, gifts are forthcoming.

Shoot me a message and I'll set you up a subthread. Come get your goodies!

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Cassandra

[madame_de_fer]

Much of the day has been spent joyfully giving, and receiving, gifts. The collection of new treasures Vivienne has acquired is nearly as large as the stack of those she's given out. This one, however, she knows will possibly kick off a minor battle of wills. One which she is determined to win.

Because Cassandra simply does not know how to take a break.

Calmly, Madame de Fer makes her way to the training dummies where she knows the Seeker is most likely to be training. Or possibly trying to hide her addiction to passionate literature, which Vivienne plans to indulge a little further herself. The box in her hands is not too large, though part of the gift cannot be packaged.

[stabsbooks]

She is training, as it happens, hacking away at the dummies with short, quick strokes. Her full focus is on her work, or seems to be, but she notes a movement out of the corner of her eye even as she deals the dummy another blow.

Vivienne. Her presence here on the training ground is unusual enough, but when she fails to move on after a few moments of standing there, Cassandra realizes she isn't about to leave. Reluctantly, she lowers her sword, wiping sweat off her forehead with the back of one hand as she turns to the mage.

"Enchanter." She nods in greeting. "Did you need something?"

[madame_de_fer]

"Just a moment of your time, my dear." And for Cassandra to stop brutalizing things long enough to take a moment for herself. If the Seeker is this engrossed in her training, it's quite possible she's managed to forget the date. As a quiet reminder, she adds, "It's Wintersend, darling, and I have something for you."

Multiple somethings and an intention to drag Cassandra away for a luncheon today.

The box in hand is held out for the taking. Within is an assortment of teas and some imported Nevarran nibbles as accompaniments. Nestled into the bottom is a copy of The Horned Ones, tucked away like a little naughty secret. There's also a bottle of spiced wine waiting for the days when everyone in Skyhold is stupid. Maker willing, it will moderate Cassandra's reactions a hair and prevent someone from being on the receiving end of the Seeker's ire. Perhaps.

[stabsbooks]

"Wintersend?" Cassandra blinks. The date had completely escaped her. She takes the box as it's offered, instinctively, but she doesn't open it immediately, just holds it as if unsure quite what to do with it.

"I - I do not have anything to offer in return," she admits, a bit awkwardly. "I had meant to, of course, but - the date - I did not realize -"

The Inquisition, the rifts, Corypheus, soldiers and refugees and now rifters alike all pouring into Skyhold...she has scarcely had a moment to herself in months. In truth, she had never had a chance to give more than a passing thought to the changing of the seasons and the approach of the holiday.

And now this. Vivienne, poised and polished as always, gliding through the courtyard in her enchanter's robes and offering wrapped gifts as if it were any other year. Cassandra stares down at the box, still unable to quite make herself open it.