EMERGENCY QUERY

[byblow]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Alistair
RECIPIENT: Everyone
WHAT: A matter of life or death
WHEN: Wibbly wobbly timey wimey
WHERE: Everywhere
NOTES: Fuzzy art

So. Inquisition.

[ It's been a few hours since he was traumatized by the sudden appearance of a fuzzy painting of the late Cailan Theirin's overly familiar face, by now, so Alistair doesn't sound too rattled. A little rattled, maybe. But not too. ]

Burning art—does that make you a bad person?

[ Follow up-questions: ]

What if it's really bad art?

What if it's really bad art of a dead king you owe some degree of allegiance to?

--and whoever did this, I'll get you.

Comments

Switch to action?

[sunshinethroughgrey]

I'll be there momentarily... just finishing up in the library.

ACTION

[byblow]

[ He's moved it out of his tent by the time Bethany comes down from Skyhold, into the sunlight, to sit and glare at it with his chin on his hand.

Time hasn't helped. It is stil a hideous portrait of Cailan Theirin painted on velvet. ]

Re: ACTION

[sunshinethroughgrey]

[Bethany was humming cheerfully as she made her way down into the warden camp, and then down closer to Alistair's tent. She opened her mouth to greet her fellow Warden cheerfully when she caught sight of the painting.

Stopped ... and stared.]

I. Oh.

[She tilted her head to the side.] ... Is that...?

ACTION

[byblow]

[ Now does she see. ]

The late, great King Cailan? Yes.

ACTION

[sunshinethroughgrey]

Ohhhhhhhh...

[She bites her lip, tilting her head to one side, then the other.]

Well, you can't get rid of it. I mean - Alistair..

ACTION

[byblow]

I knooow.

But look at it.

[ It's so bad. ]

Maybe when Zevran's house is done we can hang it in the baths.

Re: ACTION

[sunshinethroughgrey]

It is ... not very good.

[She put one hand to her cheek, covering her fingers over her lips.]

Will it ... molt in there? Or shed?

ACTION

[byblow]

There's only one way to find out.

[ If anything happens to it accidentally, that's not his fault. Not disloyalty. ]

Re: ACTION

[sunshinethroughgrey]

Well! He ... ah.

[She presses her lips together, putting one hand over her mouth.] Honestly, it could be worse. He could be naked.

[And on velvet.]

So. In the bathroom?