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

[coquettish_trees]

I am devastated.

[ she doesn't sound devastated. ]

[rathercommon]

Oh, no you're not, don't even pretend.

[coquettish_trees]

[ cheerfully overwrought sigh ]

Ah, mon féroce blaireau, she is right.

I must insist you grant me an animal, however.

[rathercommon]

Oh. Erm -

[ She bites her lip, and thinks about the animals she knows. Having grown up in London, the list is relatively limited. Well - ]

A raven, I suppose?

[coquettish_trees]

A clever bird, and given to gossip. Accepted.

[rathercommon]

You don't get to accept or reject this, do you.

[coquettish_trees]

One may accept or reject anything! Whether or not that has any bearing on the truth at all is arguable.