crystal.

[cozen]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Bastien
RECIPIENT: Everyone
NOTES: Nah

I need some Orlesian names. Besides the one I have, I mean.

[ He could choose himself. This is more fun. ]

I will put them in a hat and choose one, so—a little ridiculous is fine. But if it is so ridiculous I cannot carry it off and I and perhaps some other people are killed, it will be a little bit your fault. You will have to live with that.

[ He’s not serious. Just for the record. Anything so ridiculous he can’t sell it will be discarded. ]

Comments

[sulahnan]

Is there an Orlesian version of Wallace?

[cozen]

Not that I know of. Perhaps there is something with a similar feel. Hmm.

[sulahnan]

Hmmmmm.

[cozen]

Eugène? Mainfred?

[sulahnan]

I could see you as a Eugene.

[cozen]

Mm. Ouais, it has potential. Do you think I would look more like a Eugène if I shaved my moustache, or if I grew a beard?

[sulahnan]

It pains me to say it, but I think you'd have to shave your mustache.

[ She doesn't want to imagine him without it. It's too weird. ]

Maybe Mainfred could have a beard?

[cozen]

I think you have the right of it. Perhaps I will keep this jungle growth and see how much I can add to it before we start. If it is not enough, it will all have to go.

I suppose elves are the wrong people to ask for advice on speeding facial hair.

[sulahnan]

Considering that I only recently learned how that all works? Yeah, probably.

[cozen]

How all of what works? Hair?

[sulahnan]

Facial hair, yeah. I used to think beards were knitted like scarves.

[cozen]

What? No. Surely you are exaggerating.

[sulahnan]

Nope. [ Yes, a bit. ]

[cozen]

And how did you discover you were wrong?

[sulahnan]

Naturally, I asked a stupid question and someone explained it to me.

[cozen]

Ahh. [ It's a disappointed ahh. An ahh of rejection. ] Why couldn't you have told me you tried to pull someone's beard off?

[sulahnan]

What if I told you that the stupid question was: what do you mean I can't wear it for a bit??

[cozen]

That is a little better. Un tout petit peu.

[ He sounds more than a little mollified, really. Very mollified. ]

Who did you ask?

[sulahnan]

Not that you'd know him, but his name was Fabricio. Probably still is, too. Met him on the boat I took to Rivain, and never saw him again after we docked.

[ Nor did she see him once they got to Rivain. Ayooooo. ]

[cozen]

Fabricio.

[ With dramatic relish. What a good name. ]

Was he someone you expected to see again?

[sulahnan]

Nah, not really. I don't even remember why he was going to Rivain. We spent most of the journey drunk or seasick.

[cozen]

Ah, one of those. How did you find yourself aboard? Were you paying for passage?

[sulahnan]

Yep. Paid every last coin I'd managed to scrape together to get on board, pursuing lofty dreams of becoming a pirate queen or something like that. Stowing away would've made for a better story. More....

[ Dickensian? ]

...Help me out, here, Baz. More...?

[cozen]

Illegal?

[ What’s a Dickens. ]

[sulahnan]

I mean I guess.