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

[inagutterson]

You learn when you're little. If it's all you've ever known then that's it. It's all you've ever known. You get good.

[An expansive sort of shrug. Uncomfortable.]

Ain't like you got all sorts of options down there I mean you're there. Still you've got a caste, better than being casteless. Elves in the city probably get it the same and the poor humans on a farm, they might be shit at farming but if it's what their parents did and their parents 'fore them and all the way back did. S'how you get generations of 'em who just stay put. Live and die on the same bit until something finishes everyone off so a new lot'll take their place.

[rathercommon]

Or run to a city. To get off the farm.

[ It's what her family did, back in the day. If he's not in this Orzimmar, she thinks, it must have been what his family did, too. ]

[inagutterson]

Need to know what you're running to is better or that it's not a noose.

[Even if he was desperate would he be brave enough to risk the Deep Roads or a lifetime of debt? It's easier to be born into it. Hard to get out of but you don't make that first choice.]

[rathercommon]

Do you? Honestly, if I hated something, I don't think I'd wait to find out whether or not something was better. I'd just go.

[inagutterson]

There's Darkspawn on the way out of Orzammar. And the Carta. You got no idea what the Carta is unless you're in it, I can't explain it to you.

[rathercommon]

Try me.

[inagutterson]

[There are a hundred things he could say. A thousand. Instead, Yngvi laughs. Laughter that rattles through all the hollow places in him. All the places dark as the Deep Roads.]

Thedas'll grind that out of you if you let it, try to hold onto that yeah?

[rathercommon]

[ A slight hesitation. ]

It'll grind...what out of me? Self-confidence?

[inagutterson]

Everything. It happens. Life happens. D'you think a mountain is always tall or that-- that glass stays sharp forever if it drops in the sea? How d'you turn grain to flour? Take a great bloody stone and wear all the stuff protecting the soft bit away.

[Sometimes he can do the smart people talking thing when he actually stops thinking and let's the words come out.]

[rathercommon]

[ Kitty scoffs. Not nastily - the noise is rather soft - but she scoffs. ]

And, what, you fancy the place I came from wrapped me up in velvet? It's sweet of you to fuss, but also I've already had a great bloody stone on my back all my life. If they couldn't crush me there, Thedas can't, either.

[ But, it's worth emphasizing again - ]

But you are sweet.