sending crystal;

[inagutterson]

FORM: Sending crystal
SENDER: Yngvi
RECIPIENT: Everyone
WHAT: Dwarf stuff
WHEN: Nowish
WHERE: Kirkwall; lurking about some dark corner
NOTES: possible tw for questionable child-rearing and discussions of violence

Right, gotta ask since it's been nigglin' me like a loose tooth for a bit now Inquisition, what d'you all know about dwarves? Rifters you don't get a free pass unless you fell out the skies yesterday, s'not like we're a rare sight but, y'know, 'specially since we've been here a while now and-- [there's a little edge to his voice, he coughs to clear that, can't sound like he gives a shit, just the damp and the smoke lingering yeah?] you've been with lots of dwarves. Lot of my family even!

Might get invited to Sunday dinner if you play your cards right but word to the wise, maybe don't? Politely decline. But not too polite yeah? [Don't know what you'll be served on a Darktown dinner table do you now?]

Comments

[rowancrowned]

Because they are so tall?

[ one really does have to wonder how the very small nug turns into the very big nuggalope. just-- not very long, or very hard about it.

after a long pause: ] Patience. A willingness to wait out situations wherein others would be moved to action, for better or worse. The bias of the speaker may well help or hinder. [ a moment more: ] I do not think you either stupid or naive.

[ ser coupe has her fingers in every pie, doesn't she? he despairs of her. ]

Are you sober enough to navigate to Gwenallle's estate?

[inagutterson]

Just overrated, farts that'd fell six men, noxious. They look really stupid? Just get a big horse, plenty of good sturdy horses around don't know why you need some weird looking thing.

[Unless you like getting your pelvis smashed to bits? The mind boggles he probably couldn't sit astride one.]

Must be a luxury watching us all making an arse of it knowing eventually we won't be there to keep making an arse of it for you. You get plenty of time to decide what's a good return on an investment. [Which could just be dwarf and money talk, or Yngvi and money talk but it's what he was for so long that it was mostly about food.] No shortage of any of that in Thedas, think it's...mostly hindrance unless you can spin it. But I reckon there's a good baker's dozen that'd be calling you one or both of those for thinking I'm neither.

[Ser Coupe is a good lady who Gets Him and he would fight for her. He'd open a vein for his lady which is different but someone who really gets him and isn't weird is so vanishingly rare that he grabs at it with greedy dirty hands.]

More people in m'lady's that don't need to see things, her lady servant is a nice one she don't need any of this in the way tonight.

[rowancrowned]

You were the very last person who I thought I would find speaking against a nuggalope.

[ again, how do you get a small nug and make it into a big with horns? ]

You all die, at the end. [ it's horridly morose, but he delivers it easily. there's no kinder way to spin it. ] I have known noble Men, kind dwarves, creatures who so hungered for just a bit more time that I thought, perhaps, it to be an unkindness that they were not given even a few decades more to do good. To live.

[ this is probably not the best conversation to have with someone who is sad. he reorients. ]

It does not matter what they think about me, only what I think. That is the grace time has given me; to not pay court to the thoughts of others. Though I hope it does not diminish the next-- I am invested in you, for the lady's sake, whatever she might see in you, and for your own. You are kind to your nugs, which says much of your character. And you are determined. Stubbornness is its own virtue.

[ rolling over his guest privileges, and-- ]

Technically, I am on Gwenaelle's staff, and were you to come by the side door, Katell needn't see you.

[inagutterson]

Everyone thinks they're better because they're big when nugs are always there, getting the job done.

[Don't think about it, it's either upsetting, blood magic or upsetting and blood magic.]

Everyone dies. [If Yngvi watched Asher go and gave him to the gods with the hold and his friends then he can make a better peace with that. Some people seem untouchable and Asher had been one of those until he hadn't.] Dunno who wants to be old though, what's doing good? Who does good? Who even measures that or agrees on it?

[He's getting too deep again, little stones skittering away under his toes as he peers down (dwarves don't as a rule, not his kind, look straight ahead or over the shoulder or up but not down) and when he breathes it's just his stomach lurching.

And that could be a lot of things really.]

They're good nugs, don't know why people are bad to things. [He does but let's just not right now he's managed to burn bridges doing that already hasn't he?] I got so long here. And there's a whole lot of people who don't want to see me do things so s'like spittin' right in their eye if I do.

[Sometimes the wind is blowing in his face when he does so he kind of spits in his own face but in the words of the true sages beyond a rift: I get knocked down, but I get up again you are never gonna keep me down.]

Promise she doesn't find out. [Promise him!!!]