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

[unsullies]

[ There's a little, pleased smile. ]

Still not right.

[mythalenaste]

Loud, crashing strength. Can't be seen, but can break the oak. Beats the--oh.

Wind?

[unsullies]

[ And the smile grows. ]

You've got it. [ Congratulations! ]

[mythalenaste]

[Triumph! Pel smiles, while she cannot be seen.]

I'm tall when I'm young, I'm short when I'm old. What am I?

[unsullies]

[ Something whittled down over time after its creation, she thinks, frowning. ]

... A blade? [ She ventures without much confidence, thinking of broken swords and rusted daggers. ]

[mythalenaste]

No.

[unsullies]

[ ... Ah. Dany smiles. If she weren't so intricately tied with fire and flame, the answer might not have come to mind nearly so quickly. ]

Candles, then?

[mythalenaste]

Candles. Perfect.