#;wintersend

[ofdxlish]

Wintersend because why not. Credit to rxghthand because I got this from them.

Events:

February/Guardian 07th - Wintersend feast — Sneaking food away along with some ale to enjoy by herself. 

February/Guardian 14th - Bonfire/fireworks —  Spectating. Won't be too interested in leaving her room.

February/Guardian 21st - Wintersend Ball. — No. Unless asked, she'll be finding something else to do.

February/Guardian 28st - Wintersend gifts. — Probably not. She has gifts to exchange if she receives anything. 

Activities.

Drinking seasonal beverages and baking — Mihtriel will definitely be sneaking out of her room to drink, considering she loves to. If persuaded, you might get her to share a couple of her mother's old recipes. 

Shopping for presents — She has enough already to gift to people. Trying to drag her out is an option, but it probably won't happen.

Card-making and letter writing — Her handwriting isn't all that great. So... Probably not.

Snow-related activities and frolicking — Mihtriel does not like the cold. Snow is cold. Ice is cold. Mihtriel + snow = Very, very unhappy elf. 

Singing — She'll sing to herself and by herself. 

Decking the keep — Only if asked to help. She can certainly climb up high.

Locales.

Ferelden — If it's brought up, she'd be interested in sharing spots she's found during her travels. Other than that, it's in her room.

Orlais — Pretty much the same, considering she's more comfortable cooped up and warm.

Skyhold — Mostly in her room, but yes.

Misc.

Desires — As for gifts, anything like uncut gems or minerals really excite her. She already hoards them, so what's another piece going to hurt? Anything that can keep her warm is very much welcomed. She also wants a new quill -- and a lot more ink. Maybe a new journal for field notes, or a new cloak with a warmer hood. Not to mention someone that is willing to spend time with her or even provide affection, considering Mihtriel longs for a companion and with someone she trusts it's not all unwelcome.

[necromanciies-blog]

There was an attempt at wrapping the box, but the cut of the paper is uneven and torn, poorly applied (but it's the thought that counts, right?). Inside the abomination of a wrapped box is a shawl--fit to match his wardrobe--made of snofleur skin and lined with everknit wool. The card attached features a drawing of a pleased looking Dorian drinking a cup of tea. "You looked dreadfully chilly on our last outing, Dorian. I hope this will help keep the cold away for next time! Happy Wintersend!"

It didn’t negate the fact that she’d a nasty habit of dragging him out into that wasteland of ice, snow, and endless misery… But it was certainly a step in the right direction. For now, he could forgive her, even if his body still remembered those persistent tremors , and the sores after slipping down a steep slope. Safer not to mention it.

It was a thoughtful gift, complete with both handsome shawl and oh so adorable card. Honestly, he hadn’t a need for the present at all; why, his chest was getting all warm and fuzzy already.

“Wildly perceptive. Nothing slips by you, does it?” Dorian wondered with a grin. Now, to get a picture frame… Well, he certainly wasn’t going to not treasure that drawing, was he? Who knew that inside her resided the spirit of an artist.

[champixnofnothing]

Dorian walks into the Hawke estate, a large smirk resting on his face. He places an ornate dagger down upon the table. The dagger has red jewels on it's silver hilt, the blade wicked and curving, "Happy Wintersend, Hawke," Dorian murmurs and sits down, waiting for the man to arrive so he can teach him chess as well.

                                                                            thescionofhousepavus

When Hawke arrived home, he wasn’t expecting company but, sure enough, upon entering the manor, he could tell he wasn’t alone. He wasn’t particularly on edge, though, figuring it was likely just one of his friends. He was slightly taken aback when he found Dorian in the sitting room. It was a surprise but, not at all an unwelcome one. In fact, he was very glad to see the other mage again. He was growing rather fond of him. However, he did wonder what Dorian was doing here before spotting the dagger on the table.

He blinked a couple of times and walked over slowly to sit across from his friend, reaching out and running his fingers along the dagger’s jeweled hilt. “Dorian…Is this for me?” He asked, his tone one of quiet reverence. He had never received such a beautiful gift. How would he ever make it up to him? “I…thank you! I don’t know what to say. It’s so…I love it!” his face lit up with a huge grin.

[ofdxlish]

{ From: Mihtriel } { To: Cassandra }

I hope these will serve you as well as your sword and shield.   I wasn't sure if you even used these but -- Have a nice holiday! -ML

Attached to the note is a small parcel. A gently wrapped pastry sits on top, the same they'd shared in her quarters before. Beneath is a leather-bound pack, containing two items: delicately crafted twin daggers from the teeth of a dragon. Mihtriel only hopes that Cassandra likes them- or can at least find a good use for them, even if for display. rxghthand 

[ofdxlish]

{ From: Mihtriel } { To: Cole }

Cole -- I know you wish to seek out a companion, and with how much you enjoy helping and protecting others, I saw no better gift and home for this creature than with you. I found out he enjoys elfroot- beyond that, I'm sure you know what to do! Also, enjoy the hat. I know he does too! Happy Wintersend, my friend. -Mihtriel

Sitting nearby his corner of the tavern is a hat. It's just as large as the one he wears now, though clearly newer. Made with dark leather, it is certainly made to stand the test of time. A metal piece protect the head, adorned with the slightest engraving of a dragon. Though what sits within is something entirely different--    A guinea pig hardly the size of a woman's fist. Almost as if waiting patiently, the small creature hasn't once left his warm and secure spot.  ofthespire

[ofdxlish]

{ From: Mihtriel } { To: Solas }

Solas -- I do hope you don't mind me getting you something for Wintersend after stating that you desired nothing. In this case- consider it a thank you for all you've done so far. For understanding myself, at least. If it's any consolation, I'm very much interested in learning more of the Fade. Partaking in a walk with you would be wonderful.  -ML

It's not much -- Mihtriel doesn't make it out to be flashy or something incredibly important. Within a small parcel is a heap of dried herbs that she was certain he'd find use of. Alongside it is a pair of gloves, a woolen scarf and a hat (paired with a note: 'Your head must get cold.') Last but not least, a small case - holding a few cookies stacked upon each other. ofwalks 

[ofdxlish]

{ From: Mihtriel } { To: Krem }

Krem -- I'm horrible looking for stuff like this, I admit it. I had to ask for someone else's help on the matter on where exactly to look. Though I've grown incredibly close to you - I hope the gift will suffice. Have a nice holiday. -ML

It's not a large set. But within wrapped parchment sealed with twine is a sewing kit. Several spools of string, many needles and the essentials are included, easily containing enough supplies for many projects. Tucked right where he can find it, of course -- gently snug beside his chair in the tavern. aclassii , lieutenantkrem

[ofdxlish]

{ From: Mihtriel } { To: Miss Harding }

Harding, No one can ever excuse or forget all the work you've done for the Inquisition- let alone the help you've given me. You're dedicated and strong- so I hope this gift suits you well. We should get a pint together -- enjoy the holiday! - Mihtriel

A small, thinly wrapped item is contained and left for her. It's a dagger, the hilt made of carved summerstone and the sheath a dark, metallic emerald. Mihtriel gathered the materials and had the aid of another to craft it. An H is emblazoned on the bottom of the dagger, and the elf can't help but hope Harding likes it. hardiiing