crystal.

[cozen]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Bastien
RECIPIENT: Everyone
WHAT: Fursona meme?
WHEN: Nowish
NOTES: Nah

Hello, my friends. And my total strangers.

[ Those are the only two options. Enemies are for other people. Unless someone considers anyone with an Orlesian accent—and not even a particularly noble one, from the vowels—to be an enemy. Or maybe anyone who sounds too pleasant on a Sunday morning. In that case: swords at dawn. ]

I was thinking about how many popular heroes have a sobriquet. The Black Fox, now the Black Hart. The Nightingale.

Now that I am saying them aloud, they are mostly animals.

Setting aside how arrogant it would be to give one to yourself. If you could choose a pretentious epithet for the history books, or one for your friends—

It does not have to be an animal.

[ Yes it does. ]

Comments

[cozen]

[ Without a face, the voice only tickles his sense of recognition. A minor itch. Possibly nothing. ]

I think it's dashing. And so many of them have these names because their proper names are unknown, because they are secretive and working in the shadows. Some drear is appropriate.

[triamour]

Have you never held a secret of joy?

[cozen]

I once kept a nest of duck eggs beneath my bed for two months.

[triamour]

Did you hatch a hero or an omelette?

[cozen]

A terrible smell. I no longer believe in secrets, or in joy.

[triamour]

Ghastly! We will never meet.