crystal

[rathercommon]

FORM: Crystallll
SENDER: Kitty Jones
RECIPIENT: Everyone
WHAT: DOGS DOGS DOGS DOGS EVERYBODYYYY DOGS DOGS DOGS DOGS DOGS
WHEN: Nowish
WHERE: Everywhere
NOTES: Everyone seems sad so: dogs

[ Kitty sounds faintly aggrieved. The reason: ]

So, there's this dog that started following me about. I guess it's mine now or - something. Anyway. Has anyone got ideas for a name?

Comments

[rathercommon]

Oh. Well, honestly...She sort of just seems to understand what I say. Like, to a really weird extent. Like, the other day, I told her to wait on the street until I came back out and she had no trouble with that at all.

[shri]

[ Don't fight the dog, Lakshmi. It's probably not secretly something dreadful given how everyone else talked about them. She's fine, it's friendly, it listens to Kitty, that -

Her skin is utterly crawling with the thought. ]

Well, if she is that smart, you had best set up somewhere well. Bed, food, that sort of thing.

[rathercommon]

[ A grouchy noise - ]

She seems to have taken a liking to mine. Both bed and food.

[shri]

She is doing it because you don't know how to tell her no yet.

[ That, at least, makes her laugh. ]

Go to the kennels, find out what they feed them, how they keep them. See how they are kept. What we eat is seldom very good for animals, even when they want it so terribly.

[rathercommon]

Well - all right. I'm not going to make her sleep outside, though. That seems dreadful.

[shri]

[ NOW WHOSE A SUCKER FOR A CUTE FACE, KITTY. ]

That is only usually done with a guard or war dog when you must be careful about bringing them into your house. Or their purpose is to be outside at night. But you can give her the dog her own bed.

... I could... make something if you like.

[rathercommon]

What - make a bed?

[shri]

Mmhm.

[rathercommon]

I mean - all right. That'd be nice.

[shri]

Come by tomorrow afternoon, I'll have it done.

[rathercommon]

Seriously? That quickly?

[shri]

Unless you want me to sew it with gold and fine patterns. Perhaps if you do pick Rao, I could little crowns around the edges -

[ It's teasing, she's quite sure she knows what Kitty's face will be. ]

[rathercommon]

[ Ugh. ]

Yeah, what a brilliant idea, make it scratchier and less comfortable in the name of fanciness.

[shri]

As I thought. I figured a decent showing of cotton would do.

[ And maybe a little bit fancy, but she won't tell her. ]

Do tell me the name when you've picked it.

[rathercommon]

I think I'm going to go with "Three."

[shri]

Three? Why that?

[ ??? Kitty what kind of name is Three??? ]

[rathercommon]

Well, do you know Six? She named her dog Two. So - Three.

[ that is not a good explanation ]

[shri]

... I suppose that is as good a name as any.

[ No, it isn't. Spare her. ]

Either way, I'll see you tomorrow then.

[rathercommon]

Sure. I'll see you then.

[shri]

[ And the door is open around then, as it seems to be constantly these days. For once, not at her desk, but at a weaving loom - sat comfortably in her saree, all the light blue that she prefers. The spin in front of her broad in its washes of colours, and the spools of different coloured thread sat in front of her so she could unwind them and weave them through to lay in the pattern of birds. On pink, purple and gold, but their wings picked out in blue - peacocks apparently. The fabric was dense, as Paithani weaving often made so, shifting with the light to reflect the afternoon sun pouring in through the window.

Granted, she was about halfway through. The fabric pooling over her lap and spilling out over onto the floor. Content like that bent over her work. ]