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

[matchymatchy]

Hightown is so easy to settle into that I imagine the difficulty will be in rising again. I don't wish to tax your time, [ like she cares ] But I should be delighted to attach a face to title.

[rowancrowned]

Please, [ he demurs. ] My time is yours, especially given how you so kindly are offering the Inquisition use of your services.

Would you appreciate an escort?

you can look at this as a really late tag, or not late at all compared to thranduil's lifespan

[matchymatchy]

That would be most gracious of you —

but what about MY lifespan

[rowancrowned]

[ he wanders towards the great hall, assumes her there, assumes she has to be the only woman down there in a froth of finery who he does not recognize, and escorts his rifter elf self right over to her, politely waiting to be acknowledged before he dips his head and then asks-- ]

Madame Gardet-Lorier?

[ otto??? ]