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]

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!

[bouchonne]

Oh, but dear Sidony has only ever encountered me at the start of the evening, rather than at the end.

[indissection]

Should I arrange for an end encounter, then?