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

[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.

[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.

[indissection]

I would enjoy a show of that, Byerly.

[bouchonne]

What, me standing naked in the freezing cold and coming back all the mightier for it?

[indissection]

I don't believe I mentioned nakedness, but if you're the one making the suggestion...

[aventuriere]

Alas, all their cloth in Fereldan goes to dog beds and dog banners. Perhaps you could stitch him a shirt.

[coquettish_trees]

No, cherie, do not let him mislead you. It is a strength of smell.

[bouchonne]

That is a sort of strength.

[indissection]

I did not find his scent to be entirely overpowering.

[coquettish_trees]

Did you hear that, Byerly? You have work ahead of you if you should like to be truly impressive!