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

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?