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[limier]

FORM: Sending Crystal
SENDER: Wren Coupe
RECIPIENT: All y'all
WHAT: Vital questions
WHEN: Now-ish
WHERE: Near, far, wherever you are
NOTES: There will be prizes.

Indulge me: The best advice you have received. Explain why, if you choose.

Comments

[elegiaque]

'Keep doing me proud, little bear cub.'

( It took precisely this long to decide she was going to say anything at all that wasn't just mentally fuck off, Coupe. )

[limier]

[ she has all the pieces, though she hasn't remotely thought to put them together — a bear pelt, hardie, asher, asher and bears —

(this last memory: fuzzy. blurred. stained the deep shade of a hangover.)

so it's bizarre on more than one level to find gwen engaging with her now. she's no reason to voice giving a damn for emeric's pride. the mother, perhaps? that pride, wanted or otherwise, has been indicated by its absence. the arcane advisor? maker preserve them all if she's bandying about nicknames, but,

all of this puzzle is a distraction. still, the pause before she speaks may be explained readily enough. when she does, it's as irritatingly level as ever, and she knows the question's loaded. ]

Are you?

[elegiaque]

( dick move, Coupe )

I have it on good authority I couldn't do otherwise.

[limier]

[ how'd you guess her middle name ]

It is peculiar, how love without condition inspires us to meet them.

[elegiaque]

Asher Hardie was a singular man who'd have been singularly infuriated by someone suggesting I might not be.

( it doesn't sound, for once, like she's actually complaining about wren's incredible dick move question - just acknowledging, out loud and on purpose, that she was loved unconditionally, and that she does know it. )

[limier]

[ well, that explains yngvi's interest, explains gwen watching him die — ]

He sounds it the more with every new tale. Would that he were here to rage, I should have liked to meet him.

[ she probably really wouldn't have. but the goat-throwing ass mattered to people who matter to her, and she'd have liked to have a better idea of why. an impression, and not the cast mold of its absence. ]

[elegiaque]

It was the wrong way for him to go. The wrong time. But it's done.

( there's nothing else but that. )

[limier]

And his pride is not.

[ dick move #2 coming up, punch your cards ]

I hope in time I shall see a portion of what he did.

[ but please, not the naked bits ]

[elegiaque]

( blandly, ) A different portion.

[limier]

Maker willing. Might I assume the bear was his?

[elegiaque]

Mmm. Yngvi and Gunnar brought it to me from him, before he passed.

[limier]

So Gunnar is real. I have half-suspected an invention —

[ she hasn't. but it's still good to confirm. yngvi, make shit up? never ]

[elegiaque]

I don't know I'd go as far as Gunnar is real. I've met him.

( dwarves, man. )

[limier]

Your word must do; I've no intention of traveling to Nevarra any time soon.

[elegiaque]

I embroidered for Aura Hardie a picture of the three of them. Yngvi and Gunnar wearing my bear, and Asher fighting them - I made it into a little purse for her and filled it with gold.

( she'd stitched it at Asher's deathbed, shown him the finished image if not the finished cushioned bag. )

[limier]

A memory or invention?

[ she supposes it hardly matters. neither makes the gift less fine. ]

[elegiaque]

An invention. Although if it had happened, I wouldn't be surprised. They're all stupid enough. Were.

[limier]

May their stupidity live on in their stead.

[elegiaque]

Long may Yngvi reign.

( she loves him though. )