#master dennet

[pinayelf-archive]

immy got kicked off by a Halla so she makes everyone walk during missions

[silvanils]

(So I messed up and lost the original prompt ask, lol...)

This here is a request I got after sharing a post someone made discussing how to befriend magpies and avoid the dreaded swooping, which is SO perfect for Kieran and Alistair “Swooping is Bad” Theirin.

I hope you enjoy the fill!

@dadrunkwriting​

Rating: G Word Count: just over 400

Kieran whistled quietly to himself as he lightly sketched out the tree near Master Dennet’s estate — which was currently a haven for a small flock of ferocious magpies.

Alistair, dressed in plainclothes, had been making rounds to check on people throughout the Hinterlands, though… his disguise was not enough to fool the Inquisition’s old stablemaster, who had known the King since he was a young stable-boy.

The man was absolutely beaming as he showed Alistair around.

When one of the birds screeched and swooped down near them, though, Kieran couldn’t help but laugh. Pitying them, he tucked his journal away and strolled over toward them, still whistling the same tune. As he passed a small group of them, he gave a playful little bow. “Hello, my dear friends.”

Master Dennet shook his head. “Be careful, lad. I saw this same flock attack another boy just this morning.”

Alistair grimaced. “Ouch. That’s no fun. Swooping is… bad.”

Another magpie swooped by, startling Dennet and Alistair alike, and Kieran put his hands on his hips, pouting at her. “Now that wasn’t very nice of you, madam. I’m sure Master Dennet and King Alistair mean you and yours no ill will!”

She tilted her head to listen to Kieran, then squawked and flitted away with no more trouble. Master Dennet raised his eyebrows, then shook his head again as he turned to Alistair. “I tell you, this lad has a way with the birds. Wilder magic, must be.”

“It’s not magic,” Kieran insisted, crossing his arms as he rocked on his heels. “Unless your way with horses is magic, too?”

Dennet frowned, shaking his head in disbelief.

Alistair gave a slightly giddy laugh. “Magic or not, that’s a neat trick!”

“Corvids are very intelligent,” Kieran explained. “They have excellent memories, which is why they hold such fierce grudges against people who are mean to them… but the opposite is true as well. They also remember when people are kind. You just have to be polite to them.”

He tapped lightly on the book he’s holding, smiled when he heard one of the birds echo with the first few notes of the song he’d been teaching them all morning. “Magpies are especially responsive to sound — they like soft voices, pretty tunes. Shouting? Not so much.”

Master Dennet swiped a hand over his forehead, appearing a little astonished. “Huh. That does sound like how I approach horses. The more you know.”

As they wandered back to Redcliffe, Alistair hummed quietly the whole way, and Kieran grinned when one magpie flapped to a sudden halt mid-swoop nearby.

“Hey! Did you see that? It worked!”

“I told you it was simple,” Kieran said, laughing. “No magic required.”

It just helps, a little bit.

[dirtybiowareconfessions]

Confession: I want MASTER Dennett to... Well, be my master. Order me around and make me do whatever he says. I also want him to eat my pussy like his last meal. Just absolutely sloppy and sopping whet

[trevuchet]

My majestic hart, Kesri. I love him dearly.

Eternal thanks to Master Dennet for allowing me to get under his feet at all hours.

[fereldanwench]

poor dennet lmao

[elevanetheirin]

The people of Master Dennet’s Farm

Sadly I missed Elaina

[puddle--wonderful]

So Master Dennet is wildly short handed and caring for far too many animals, many of which aren’t even horses, right? I’ve decided that one night, in the dead of winter, the weakest Mabari they’ve got gives birth and he’s got no one to assist him. He often recruits Blackwall, but the warden’s out on a mission with the Inquisitor. He knows the Commander keeps late hours, so he rushes up and asks for a hand: the man is beyond caring about propriety and putting anyone out, he’s got too much shit to handle. Cullen rushes out, his Fereldan instincts kicking in. The runt of the litter ends up rejected by the mother, as sometimes happen. Newborn pups can’t maintain body heat very well, so Cullen takes it for the night, knowing himself to be a human furnace. It hardly moves through the night, nearly tucked under his armpit. But it’s warmer and squirmy the next morning when he wraps it against himself in his tunic. The War Table Meeting is absolutely unproductive that day.

[feyriane]

Harding: we couldn't reach master dennet! we don't even know if he's still ALIVE!

Herald, arriving at Dennet's house: hello are you ok???! also, we need you please!

Dennet:

Dennet: i wanna ride hallas