open | handwritten

[indissection]

FORM: Written
SENDER: Sidony Venaras
RECIPIENT: The Inquisition
WHAT: It's Satinalia... Soon
WHEN: The end of the month
WHERE: Her room in the Gallows
NOTES: IT'S GONNA BE FUN

[ The handwriting is curved, delicate and almost pretty. ]

Greetings, Inquisition. At home there is sometimes a custom of something like anonymous gift giving - we trade names and get each other gifts based on a list of preferences. No one knows who found them their gift as it's all a complete mystery.

[ She's positively gleeful, even if no one else can see it. ]

If you'd like to take part then you're free to add your name to the listings on this page with any gift ideas you may have for yourself. I will match people up and then the gift giving can commence. It's not something that you must take part in, of course, but I do encourage it. It might be fun and you might even make a new friend.

Comments

[indissection]

I would look forward to it, Madame.

[chainlightning]

There are an awful lot of Dalish without shoes. Which one?

-Merrill

[chainlightning]

Oh, this sounds fun! I'd love to participate.

-Merrill

[indissection]

Wonderful. It will be a delight to have you.

[chainlightning]

Is there a limit as far as how much people are allowed to spend? Our rules on making gifts? I don't want to mess up!

[indissection]

No, of course not. If you would like to handmake your gift I am sure it would be charming.

[rathercommon]

Honestly, if you are going to insult people, ought you not learn at least a name or two?

[bouchonne]

What joy is there in telling people what to get you? They should have to learn your preferences. Isn't that the greatest Satinalia gift of all? Making someone get obsessed with you, even if it's just for a season?

-Your admirer Byerly

crystal.

[indissection]

You can get me a Satinalia gift and take part, Byerly.

[bouchonne]

Ah, dear Sidony! It is a charming idea. But you quite misunderstand - my thought is for what others will get me.

[indissection]

Well, you can make a list of things you would prefer. That should prove suitable aid.

[bouchonne]

No, no! I want others to think about what I want. I want them to try to figure me out.

[indissection]

Ah, I see. A game of sorts, then. [ A thoughtful sound, pondering. ] I wonder what I might get you.

[bouchonne]

Yes, see? Precisely. This is exactly the gift I crave. You spending a moment with your thoughts bent on no topic aside from what is in Byerly's soul. What are his desires.

[indissection]

Perhaps I should set aside a few hours to consider what desires of yours I might fulfil.

[ All said, of course, as if she's serious, but she is beginning to believe that Byerly knows she doesn't mean a word of it. ]

[bouchonne]

Oh, yes.

[ He practically purrs as he says: ]

I can picture a use for your hands that would bring me great pleasure.

[chainlightning]

Well, I suppose that would depend on the person receiving it. But I hope so!

[aventuriere]

Is it embroidery?

[indissection]

Do you think Byerly could use a new handkerchief?

[coquettish_trees]

Everyone ought to have new handkerchiefs. That should be each and every gift this Satinalia.

[aventuriere]

Or perhaps a lovely little pillow, with a bit of the Chant on it.

[bouchonne]

Excuse me! It is not embroidery! It is the making of a proper, Ferelden-style pork pie. Honestly, ladies, I'm not a complete popinjay.

[aventuriere]

No, that sounds ghastly. It must be embroidery. Or perhaps tapestry, for your dingy and drafty Fereldan halls.

[indissection]

Perhaps I can include some Nevarran symbology, for flavour.

[bouchonne]

The dinginess and drafts make us strong, you know.