OTA | don't hurt me no more

[matchymatchy]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: yo
RECIPIENT: yall
WHAT: match game set
WHEN: now-ish
WHERE: kirkwall
NOTES: n/a

Inquisition,

I understand there has been a temporary disruption in your administration, [ a light clap ] No matter! We'll muddle through it together.

Ottoline Gardet-Lorier — you may call me Otto — of Tantervale, and it's a pleasure to meet all of you by more than reputation. I'll be summering in Kirkwall this year and lending you my services, that we might find the diplomat inside each of us.

[ ayyy ]

Let's begin! Tell me: What is love?

On a related topic, I must speak immediately with those Rifter elves present.

Comments

[aenseidhe]

Depending on which you call friends. [ ho u don't know him u don't know his life ] I am Aen Seidhe, and a rifter. Humans call my people elves.

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And which would you prefer I use?

[ probably not 'rabbit'. save that one for the adults in the room. ]

[aenseidhe]

I get a choice? [ said dryly, a remark that would've been caught by a social filter, if he'd been born with one. this is actually the first human to ask him that question and it's this weirdo. wow. ]

Aen Seidhe. [ going to see how long she remembers to use it, blah blah, people are terrible, weh. ]

[matchymatchy]

Aen Seidhe. Very well. If I mangle it too terribly, I suggest you pay me in kind: Lorier alone might go a dozen amusing ways. But I've missed your name, Serah — ?

[aenseidhe]

Just so. Thank you. [ She echoes it back mostly correct, 'en-shay', which is more than many humans in his world have even attempted, so the appreciation for her is already a smudge higher already. ] I'd be glad to. If you could repeat the name again, slower, I'll attempt it.

[ french is pretty far from welsh/gaelic/irish, let him work on it. ]

Iorveth. Just the one name. [ pronounced "yor-veth" ]