#x wintersend

[makersent]

{Wintersend gift} While the bracelet itself was silver, the charms on it were made of wood. The tiniest little nugs, each with a smile and a different design, adorned it, handcarved by Pierre himself. Next to the wooden box it was in was a note-- From: P.B. To: Sis L

  Arriving to the rookery to find a strange box on her desk, Leliana shot the agent closest to her a suspicious look. When the green-hooded figure gave a subtle, reassuring nod and a smile, his Spymaster dared approach the gift. With delicate, deft fingers she opened the small hatch and lifted the lid, peering at the object inside as she brought it into light. Only then did an upright twitch come to her lips, a warmth filing those calculating blue hues.  It seemed a particularly holy someone had been sneak-reading some private letters of her; she would have to be more careful. Still, the thought hardly bothered her as she moved to sit down at her desk, slipping the glove of her right hand off. The small smile still intact, she slipped the bracelet onto her wrist, allowing herself a moment of admiration.

[makersent]

Laid on top of Leliana's desk was a rather simple looking dagger with a dark green bow wrapped around it's hilt. Upon closer inspection it would seem that delicate feathers are etched along the dagger's blade. There would be no note, just the bow.

  Though the bow, seemingly bought from a common vendor, was no indication towards the mysterious sender, the careful design of the dagger was another. Many smiths revered the beasts of flight, but few with such apparent passion in its representation as the elvhen and their owls. And though several of Skyhold could have achieved such a thing through indirect means, few bore enough care for or even bravery around the mistress of shadows.  With a delicate hand, Sister Nightingale lifted the weapon, fingers curling around the hilt in familiar comfort as a hint of gratitude pulled at her lips. She would need to thank the Inquisitor some time soon.