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FORM: Written message/poster
SENDER: WHO KNOWS ~~it's Cole~~
RECIPIENT: Everyone
WHAT: Meet Skyhold's newest pet!
WHEN: Current
WHERE: Skyhold. On the bulletin board, in the stairwells, on the scaffolding, in the privies.
NOTES: n/a

[The posters which now populate Skyhold include a drawing of a nug, wearing little pointed booties and a bow of ribbon around its neck. Those who were around when Cole put out the "missing" posters for Solas might recognize the art style.]

This is Dandelion. That wasn't her name before, but she couldn't tell me any other name, and she likes dandelions.

She's not one of Leliana's, but she belongs to the Inquisition, unless she belongs to someone else.

If you see her, please be kind.

[Dandelion can often be found snuffling around the upper floors of the tavern, or otherwise roaming the grounds of Skyhold. Often, Cole is somewhere nearby. If you'd like to action-thread running into them, feel free. Otherwise, you can also reply to the posters themselves.]

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[Korrin's sitting outside the healing tents, taking a breather as a dying Asher rests, and looking about as miserable as someone could expect about the situation. Lost in her own pain and memories of better times, she at first doesn't notice the snuffling noises of the nug nearby. At first worried that Leliana's nugs had escaped yet again, she straightens and glances around, prepared to haul them up to the rookery even though she really doesn't want to leave the area...just in case.

But upon seeing those booties and ribbon, Korrin manages a ghost of a smile as she vaguely recalls those posters. Even in her mental fog, the image provided isn't one easily forgotten. She holds out a hand when the nug draws nearer, letting herself be sniffed before she attempts to pet her. With the booties and bow, she has to admit it's kind of cute.]

Hello, there. Dandelion, right? It's nice to meet you.

[Dandelion is used to people, so although she'll follow Korrin's hand with her eyes, she'll allow herself to be petted. After a moment, she starts snuffling at Korrin's wrist, and letting off quiet squeaks.]

You're probably smelling this, huh?

[Korrin indicates the hearth cake in her free hand, mostly uneaten. Her appetite has been pretty hit-or-miss lately, and most of her intake has been in the form of tea. She breaks off a piece to see if Dandelion will take to it or not.]

Go on, it's mostly just flour and berries. Nothing that would hurt a nug.

[Sniff sniff sniff. Nibble. A squeak of appreciation. For a peaceful moment, Dandelion simply enjoys the treat, and lets Korrin pet her a little more, if she wants to.]

She likes it. [And then there's Cole, sitting cross-legged a little ways off.]

[Aw, Dandelion. Glad that the treat is enjoyed, Korrin indeed strokes her gently and glances over when Cole speaks up.]

She can have more, since my appetite up and left. I'd give her the entire thing, but I don't want her to have a stomache-ache because of me.

[When the little bit of cake is gone, Dandelion turns her attention to the scraps and scrubs of grass in the dirt outside the tent. Cole's eyes follow her.]

Oven heat. Turns dough into cakes. Makes skin hot and dry. Wanting water, but can't drink.

[Or maybe he's looking at the tent itself. It's hard to say, with his hat.]

[Watching Dandelion, Korrin leans back a little and turns some more of the cake into grumbles, distributing it among the grass. If Dandelion has her fill, the birds or mabari or whatever else will finish it off. That thing Cole says has her glancing over to the tent-flap, wondering if Asher needs anything more she can give. But she's no healer, and even the healers are a loss with him now.]

...do you usually hang around here? The healing tents, I mean.

Not usually. Sometimes. The healers know what they need to do. Sometimes there are things they can't.

[Dandelion nibbles up another bit of cake.]

[What a sweetie. Korrin isn't the world's biggest nug fan, but the presence of Dandelion helps a little, even as her face falls upon hearing that latter part, a sigh escaping her.]

...yeah, I know. If they could, Asher would be on his feet again, being an asshole at Templars and spoiling his dog.