also like . i think the murderer quest is so interesting even with some of the weird characterization throughout bc like. the moment Katherine says she's uneasy henry is like. ok i believe you what do you want me to do next. and then does it. which is refreshing and i think a cornerstone of the fondness piece.

Drabble 141/272 part of my KCD2 Codex Challenge.

Category: General Main characters: Hans & Hynce Relationship: Familial TW: None

Hans was in the training arena with Hynce going over shield techniques when the excited chattering of children’s voices stole their attention away. A group of boys had begun to congregate near the gate, waves, points, and nods accompanying the few older boys that had brought sharpened tools with them.

The warming of the weather had brought them together. It was time to erect the yearly maypole on the Rattay green.

Hans glanced down at Hynce.

Like any young boy, his eyes glinted in interest, and he carefully tried to hold back an excited smile.

“You can go if you’d like,” Hans commented.

Hynce looked up in surprise, quickly catching his reaction and turning neutral again. He shook his head and dropped his eyes.

“Uncle Hanush says it isn’t for noble boys.”

Hans pushed down his annoyance and ignored the prickling of his skin. “Hanush isn’t your father. I am. And I’m saying you can go. All young boys should take part.”

Hynce once again glanced up, hope twinkling in his eyes. “Really? But… but what about my training?”

Hans rested his hand on Hynce’s shoulder. “This arena will be here tomorrow. They won’t cut down another tree tomorrow.”

“Did you do this when you were my age?”

“Yes,” Hans lied. The group of boys finalized their plans and began to move. “Go on now.”

Hynce lit up with a wide smile, and he dropped his shield in his excitement. He sprinted over to the fence and clambered over it, catching up with the boys. Hans picked up the shield and silently gestured towards one of the guards to keep an eye on him. The guard nodded and followed the final boy out the gate.

ive not been drawing much besides chipping away at this little piece but i have gotten back to writing a bit! yay!!! katherine on the brain in a major way

Draining her cup and turning, she was not in the least surprised to find the young Lord Capon making his way around the Den, traipsing languidly in his usual manner of a chick who fancied himself a peacock. Although Jan and Dry Devil were by all accounts nobility as well, their demeanor and general affinity for slumming it betrayed nothing of their highborn lineage. The same could not be said of the man whose gold-threaded pourpoint in that moment blinded her with a well-aimed bounce of a stray sunray right into her eye.  All of Lord Capon’s fair, well-formed features came with a generous, slimy coating of a young man’s bravado, amplified infinitely by an obvious awareness of the pleasant angles he cut and the attitude of someone who’s rarely, if ever, been denied anything in his life – all traits that, when combined, revived the grim specters of some of the worst customers Katherine’d had to serve in her years of covertly snooping in taverns. Under certain lighting, she swore she could see the silver spoon he’d been born with dangling from his mouth.  In short, she did not relish his presence much. “Greetings, goodwife!” Katherine’s eyebrow twitched. Goodwife? “I see I’m not the only one who's bored out of their skull. Having a go at marksmanship, are you?” With a sharp, forceful jerk of her arm, she pulled the bolt out of the center of the target. “Having a go, aye.”

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