crystal.

[mournwitch]

FORM: A crystal message
SENDER: Athénaïs Tavarys
RECIPIENT: All y’all

( the voice that comes across the crystals is a woman’s, nevarran accented, likely familiar to some— maybe some more than others. she’d joined riftwatch in nevarra, following them back to kirkwall from the necropolis alongside professor volkarin; presently, she’s set herself up in the thaig, which is where she’s reaching out to the crystals from,

though it’s not only her voice audible. there’s a slightly muffled cacophony of hideous grinding sounds in the background as she opens, )

So, is someone missing an incredibly mobile teapot.

Comments

[sprent]

... No, but I'd like to own one.

[mournwitch]

So would Nuggalope, apparently. Or they’re in love. Hard to tell.

[sprent]

And who is Nuggalope?

(Perhaps a ceramic creamer? Ha—)

[mournwitch]

My wee man’s a spirit of impulsivity inhabiting a custom construct. Mostly cat, a statistically not insignificant amount of raccoon,

( shut up about his human vertebrae, strand. )

I had to get the teapot out of his mouth before he broke his jaw on it. Not the spirit of calm restraint in the face of enthusiasm.

[sprent]

Oh — (ew?) It is your pet, then? And that's... okay?

[mournwitch]

I don’t see why not, although I’d probably say companion. Even simple spirits are a little different to a traditional pet.

[sprent]

I suppose that's true. Nuggalope is a misleading name, then.

[mournwitch]

( wisely, ) It’s aspirational. I considered ‘Accomplice’, but it just feels like that should involve more raccoon.

[sprent]

Or perhaps mouse and rat? I like it.

But I'm allergic to cats, so we are fated never to meet...

[mournwitch]

Tactfully, in my experience, allergies rely on certain elements that Nuggalope doesn’t possess. He might be just the boy for you.

[sprent]

Do you think? We had one growing up but I couldn't touch her — or I did anyways, and then spent the rest of the day with my eyes watering. But I've always thought them so cute!

[mournwitch]

I’ll grant you, outside of Nevarra he’s a bit of an acquired taste.

( skeletal, partially mummified, glowing jewels for eyes— )

But he’s affectionate, and ( it’s impressive that she delivers this straight, ) he doesn’t shed.

[sprent]

I'm sort of the same so I understand. (Ha again—)

He sounds very sweet. So long as he doesn't try to chase my duck we can be friends.

[mournwitch]

I can’t promise he won’t try to seduce your duck into a life of crime on the lam.

[sprent]

He'd be foolish to try, she makes a lot of noise when she walks.

[mournwitch]

Oh, so does he.