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[theharellan]

Their travels took them to cold places. It seemed practical, then, to get him gloves. They were simple in appearance, but of good material: snofleur skin and lined with Dales loden wool. But gloves alone were lacking, so there's even a knitted hat and scarf to match. The items are haplessly wrapped in twine, and pinned to it is a card featuring a stylized drawing of Solas wearing the cap and scarf gifted. "Happy Wintersend!" It says. "These will help keep the cold out."

The hat was warm, and not itchy against his skin (an important fact to consider when you lack hair). When he slipped on the gloves, a small smile quirked the corners of his lips. They were thick, but not too thick. Obviously someone they had been made for a mage, overly thick gloves tended to constrict magic capabilities, at least for him.

Yes, everything seemed in order. He slipped the drawing into his desk, not wishing to throw it away. He would have to remember to thank the Inquisitor the next time he saw her. 

[bijoudefer-blog]

According to Josephine, Vivienne's Wintersend's gifts must be approved before given. It was with some significant delegation and coin that Khaliya was able to secure a gift that was befitting of the Lady of Iron's tastes. The package was wrapped in white paper and gold ribbon, contained within a new pair of boots made from dragon skin and encrusted with gold. Stylish by all accounts, but also practical. The note was scrawled in Lavellan's hand, "Happy Wintersend, Enchanter Vivienne!"

{ Dearest Lavellan,

This was quite a treat to the eyes. I always knew you'd shared the exquisite tastes of those among the elite. Your gift is much appreciated. The dragon skin is an excellent touch, I must add. There is a function later this week which I must attend, to which I shall be wearing your generous gift along with an appropriate gown, of course, and I would be honoured if you would accompany me on this occasion.

                                                              Madame de Fer }

[bijoudefer-blog]

What could you get a woman like Vivienne, who seemed to have everything? Thora didn't trust herself enough to buy clothing, but alcohol she could handle. A bottle of the finest West Hill brandy is set on a table, with a bow on the bottle's neck. "It isn't much, but I hope you enjoy it. Merry Wintersend, from Thora."

{ Dearest Cadash,

It is with my sincerest gratitude that I accept your most thoughtful gift. I do hope to see you modeling your own present from yours truly at the upcoming gathering by end of fortnight. I shall open the bottle and we may share toasts.

                                                             Madame de Fer }

[theharellan]

There's a small package on his desk, wrapped in brown paper but tied with a pretty bow. Inside are a pair of gloves and a bundle of various herbs that seemed to be carefully picked, along with a note. 'I hope these come in handy, Solas. Happy Wintersend! -Asta'

Solas gathered the herbs and set some aside so that he could dry them later. He had some experiments in mind, and these would do quite nicely. With the care taken in breaking the stems, he knew that she hadn’t simply sent Cullen’s troops out to pick these. The thought… was appreciated.

As for the gloves, the Inquisitor would see him admiring them the next time they visited Emprise du lion.

[theharellan]

Her gift to Solas came in a neatly wrapped package held together with red twine that was knotted in strange ways. Inside he would find rare 1st edition copies of In Pursuit of Knowledge and Thedas: Myths & Legend by Brother Gentivi. A card was left behind the cover of one of the books, it read: " Happy Wintersend, Solas! Enjoy your reading! -- Adaar. "

Solas couldn’t tell if the knots were a qunari method or simply a hapless attempt at wrapping his gifts. It was not important.

What was important were his gifts. He cracked open Thedas: Myths & Legends the instant he snapped the twine, sitting cross legged in his chair with the book on his lap.

He had heard Wintersend was a time to be spent with friends. If that were true, he would have to stop by and thank Inquisitor Adaar, but later. For now he had his books.

[theharellan]

{ It is the height of Orlesian fashion. Perhaps you would enjoy it. --Sincerely, Madame de Fer, Enchanter to the Orlesian Court } Inside the bundle of druffalo fur was an exquisitely-tailored outfit; a tunic of white with green accents (inlaid with quartz), a pair of woolen gloves, and boots to match.

Solas was not sure where he would wear these.

Or why.

He was not even sure if he trusted Vivienne’s insistence that they were the height of fashion, but with Orlais he supposed anything was possible. He took the boots, glad that he could break them in before they visited Halamshiral. As for everything else? Well, only time would tell what he would do with those.

[bijoudefer-blog]

{Wintersend gift} It had taken him a while to find and commission the artist, Cézanne II, but he had managed to design and fashion an hennin for Lady Vivienne in the nick of time. With sapphires and elegant silver flourishes, even Pierre had to admit that the 'hat' was a work of art. Placed in red velvet hat box on a pillow of silk, a simple note laid on top of it. [From: P.B. To: Lady V]

{  My Dear P. Bertillon

I must convey my sincerest gratitude to you for this fine gift. It is with only the utmost thanks that I accept your offered present, and would like to formally extend an invitiation to you as a guest to a small banquet in Montsimmard in return for your gracious generosity. I humbly await your reply.

                                          Cordially yours,

                                                     Madame Vivienne de Fer

                                                Court Mage to the Orlesian Empire }

[bijoudefer-blog]

Flowers are left on the Enchanter's desk, with no note to say who left them. They bloom purple and blue, and rest in a plain, unadorned vase. Solas assumes this is enough for Vivienne to guess who they are from.

It was darling enough that he thought to gather something for her, simple and small as it may have been. Vivienne places it at the foot of her workspace, among the overflowing amount of bouquets and arrangements that other admirers and lords had sent hoping to gain favour.