crystal.

[biggame]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Xiomara
RECIPIENT: Everybody
NOTES: Threadjacking approved and encouraged

Hey, if we cut an eluvian in half, will it still work? Because imagine. If we could strap one to a griffon, we could be anywhere, and only one person would have to do the traveling. Or we could strap one to the bottom of a griffon and fly low over a battlefield or a lake and people could jump through without the griffon even needing to land—

[ Or maybe that's just her personal paratrooper fantasy, parachute part PENDING, RESEARCH. ]

I think we could be thinking bigger here. Or smaller. But in a big way.

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[elegiaque]

Oh, I'm confident we can put an entire eluvian on an airship, I think I could feasibly fit one in my houseboat if pressed—

( they totally don't even need to halve one for that, they just need the damn airship, nerds. )

[reparo]

Based on nothing but conversation up until this point, I feel like you would enjoy flying brooms.

[elegiaque]

I do like anything that can get me high.

( she has done a lot of drugs but that isn't what she means. this time. )

When the Venatori attacked, actually, I stole one of their flying dracolisks. She breathes fire, too.

[reparo]

Such as Elfwood? [ You think she's not going to keep a living record of every interaction and remember everything for later, you'd be wrong. Her very first words (to her knowledge anyway) to Hermione were that elfwood got you high. ]

Does she have a name?

[elegiaque]

Elfroot, ( helpfully, heroically managing not to say something like elfwood you have to ask the elf very nicely for— )

and her name is Bellerose, now. I don't know if she had one before that, but now.

Similarly enjoyable, but you want to keep your head at those heights.

[reparo]

[ The mortificating ordeal of being incorrect. Terrible. ]

Bellerose, then. Does that mean beautiful rose in Orlesian?

[elegiaque]

Ouais. It's the surname of one of my uncles— he'd have loved a winged dracolisk and some eluvians in his soldiering days, I'm sure. Left it for the arts when he could.

[reparo]

[ Ouais. Listen, she has to derail the conversation here for a small bit, because, ] Are there any Orlesian to Trade dictionaries? Because strangely enough there are so many words in the language that I can recognise from [ school, pre-k, the fact that her parents were dentists living in the Hampstead Garden district and most definitely had the money to send little Hermione to French classes before the Hogwarts letter came? ] home.

[elegiaque]

Mmm, I can get you one— if the library doesn't have one, I'm sure I do—

( thoughtfully. )

People have observed before, some of our languages are like to rifted ones; not one to one, not perfectly intelligible both ways, but recognisable, similar.

[reparo]

I'll look in the library!

[ Please don't concern yourself for her sake, go back to fighting your partner (????) about flying houseboats. ]

But also, going back to Bellerose. It makes it a little bit of a pun, given the spikes on some dracolisks - her thorns.

[elegiaque]

( he will be hearing about this for a while— )

Oh, that is good. Honestly, I was just thinking that she's lovely.

1/2

[reparo]

[ her face ]

[reparo]

And she breathes fire. We should've had her with us.

[elegiaque]

We've just got to be sure she remembers which side she's on when pressed, but I've been trying to socialise her a bit with the griffons where we're able and I think it's helping.

[reparo]

You think? [ Respectfully: girl. ]

It would make sense, they share some similar traits.

[elegiaque]

( look, )

She likes them. I'm just, you know, aware that only a matter of months ago she was being charged with setting them alight.

[reparo]

Right, so. You're deprogramming a little dragon, at personal risk, because you like to fly.

[ Gwenaëlle 'Harry Potter Coded' Baudin. ]

You would definitely enjoy a flying broomstick, I think I'm right.

[elegiaque]

( upon reflection: )

Oui.