Riddles on the Road

[mythalenaste]

FORM: Sending crystal
SENDER: Pel Ashara
RECIPIENT: Everyone
WHAT: Just riddles.
WHEN: Current
WHERE: Orlais and everywhere else
NOTES: Will update with any warnings.

[Pel is restless, and possibly a little bored. Sometimes, you have to walk away from work for a few minutes and do something else. But Pel doesn't like to shut off her brain. So she speaks into the stone, voice mild and thoughtful.]

Anyone up for an exchange of riddles?

I am weightless, but you can see me. Put me in a bucket, and I'll make it lighter. What am I?

Comments

[scalethewall]

Uh... I don't really know any.

Um.

At least not any that should be told sober and while not in a run down bar.

I mean, I could... eh... alright, this one's not completely terrible.

[He pauses, really having a hard think about his life choices right now.] I start with a 'v' and every woman has one. She can even use me to get what she wants. What am I? [He sounds lackluster and a little defeated by how absolutely terrible the riddle is. There's no video, but he's definitely shaking his head, already regretting this.]

1/?

[mythalenaste]

[mythalenaste]

[mythalenaste]

Done

[mythalenaste]

Is this a trick question?

[scalethewall]

... No. [It's more of a sigh than an actual spoken word. Can he just take it back?] I mean. Sure. It's a riddle. So, I suppose it's a trick question. [He sounds miserable. Someone end him.]

I could just tell you the answer.

[mythalenaste]

Velvet coinpurse? Mythal'enaste, no. That is not better.

[scalethewall]

[At least his sending crystal is limited to auditory.]

Voice. The answer is her voice. [Maker take him.]

[mythalenaste]

[Too late. She's already laughing with her face in her hands. It's not strictly embarrassment. She really does think it's a funny riddle. Surprising, and makes a person laugh at themselves.]

That's clever.

[scalethewall]

No... Come on, don't laugh. It's terrible and not funny in the least bit.

[At least, she's laughing though? It's a better response than he thought the awful riddle would get.]

Go on then, tell me your next well thought out, completely appropriate and intellectual riddle. [He's not embarrassed. Nope. Nope.]

[mythalenaste]

[His denial only makes her laugh harder. She has to gear up for the next one.]

All right. I row quickly with four oars, but never come out from under my own roof.

[scalethewall]

Some kind of boat has to be too obvious. And a water bug would be six oars. [He trails off a little, mostly muttering the riddle back to himself for a few moments.]

I honestly have no idea. I know this isn't it, but a... canopied boat?

[mythalenaste]

A turtle.

[scalethewall]

What? A shell is hardly a roof. Hm. Alright.

I'm going to give you the option, because you have the power to put a stop to this. I do have another one... but it's just as bad as the last one. Maybe worse.

[mythalenaste]

Now that I know the sort of riddles you hear in the Wardens, I think I can handle it. Go on.

[scalethewall]

I'm not sure you can blame this on the Wardens, Pel. Though, I can think of a handful who would happily take credit for it.

[He pauses, reluctant despite how she'd taken the last one.]

I warned you. This one's worse. But, uh-

I... have a stiff shaft. My tip penetrates. And I come with a quiver. What am I? [Sigh.]

[mythalenaste]

You know, listening to you being all bashful about this is even more fun than riddles. An arrow.

[scalethewall]

An arrow. You're right. [It's followed by a grumble and a defeated sigh.]