Vivienne (
madame_de_fer) wrote in
faderift2016-02-04 11:57 am
Wintersend Gifts
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.
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!

Kain
She doesn't do this to be unkind, however. Vivienne's remarkably curious about someone who can soar to such heights without the use of magic. So with a large box tied with a blue ribbon waiting for his arrival, she sends a young messenger to fetch the dragoon.
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"You have something for me?" He's intrigued despite himself, wondering if he ought to open it now or wait for her word to do so.
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She motions him over and picks up a rather large box, holding it out for the taking. "Well of course I have something for you. It's Wintersend." Perhaps he's not heard of the holiday yet. Others among the imported people hadn't, as well as some of the Dalish present. One thing at a time, she supposes.
Within the box is a fine dark blue tunic, trimmed in white and silver. To accompany it is a pair of fine Antivan leather boots, in a matching blue, a sharp pair of very (ahem) snug trousers, and leather gloves dyed a pristine white. A perfectly acceptable outfit for wearing casually around Skyhold. Except for the gloves. Those should be saved for special occasions. Close examination of the buttons on the whole outfit reveals a special touch: on each silver button is engraved a small dragon in flight.
trousers that show off certain assets, SHE THOUGHT OF EVERYTHING!
He says that rather gruffly, remembering his manners just barely, he takes the box and begins opening it, wondering what she could possibly have given him as he begins the process of opening it. He's surprised by the fine quality of the clothing within... she's definitely chosen a color blue that's entirely Kain. He touches one of the buttons with a finger, noticing the dragon and admiring it. Such a small detail and yet, it's already his favorite part.
"For me? Well... I... you've my thanks yet again. I mean that. I suppose I've been... pretty obvious about not blending in." Sure, the armor isn't so bad as strange as it looks, but certain other outfits on the other hand... Yeah.
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"Think nothing of it, my dear. I was happy for the opportunity to gift such a fetching gentleman." She looks him up and down for a brief moment, then points out a small room artfully tucked away behind some draperies. "Do try it on and let me see?" If there needs to be alterations of any sort, she would rather know sooner than later.
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"...well... that's..." He's at a loss for words, unused to compliments like that. He hides his face most of the time after all, so it's not as if anyone can see much of his looks. "That's kind of you to say so. I'll go ahead then."
Kain heads into the draped off area with the clothing to put it on. It takes most of his time to get the armor off, but getting the new clothing on is no trouble whatsoever. "Are these trousers supposed to be..." He trails off as he puts them on, they actually do fit just right, it's the first he's worn something quite like this, though.
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Once he's out and ready for inspection, she looks him up and down, even more pleased with herself than she already was. "You do look marvelous, my dear. I thought the color would flatter you." How pleased she is to be correct in that regard.
"You might wish to take a turn about the room to check the fit. I can have Harritt address any alterations that are needed."
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"Do you think it's fine? Truly? It's been a long time since I've worn anything other than armor... Or... well. The other thing you saw me in." Yes, he knows now that plaidweave was a bad idea, though secretly he doesn't see the real problem with it: this is as sure a sign as any that he should never be allowed to pick his own wardrobe. "I really do like the shade of this blue... and these buttons... What do I owe you for all of this?"