Sending Crystal

[lifeofendurance]

FORM: Sending Crystal
SENDER: Aleron Darton
RECIPIENT: The Inquisition
WHAT: Al's Mama has sent an unwanted gift. He wants to give it away.
WHEN: Nowish, but wiggleroom for responses
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: Nuglets. Mama is trying to teach him how to diplomacy. Ahahahahaha. Fail.

[That squeaking sound? That's the sound of a crate of nuglets. Eight nug babies to be precise. Over the top of it can be heard Aleron grousing under his breath: Maker and I thought the dresses were bad.]

It appears I have come into the possession of a crate of nugs, which I am to 'distribute as I see fit'?

[Quiet muttered grumbling as he tries reading the note again and sweet Andraste has Mama gone mad?]

Honestly, Mother, how am I to know what... 'prized pets with darling outfits'? Why?

There is attire of some sort for the nugs if that is of any interest. They'll be in the Gallows for anyone who wants them.

Comments

[aceso]

[ Oh, how she laughs at this. But to her credit, she doesn't laugh into the crystal. She waits until she has a hold of herself, knowing how easily Aleron can grow flustered. ]

I really must know how you came in possession of these nugs.

[lifeofendurance]

[Don't laugh!! Actually laugh away because it's funny as heck.]

Mother sent them to me. With instructions to distribute them and something about gestures of goodwill. And not to forget the attire made by... [pause while he scans for it] ...Madame Cecile de Bleuforte.

[aceso]

Is this your mother's way of making you more social? Or perhaps she's helping to advertise this woman's nug fashions.

[ She won't laugh, she won't. But her voice sounds so amused that she may as well be. ]

[lifeofendurance]

[He can hear your amusement! He's socially deficient, not deaf.

SIGH

Actually sighing. What is the world coming to?]

It's probably both. Though I fail to see what the purpose is in the push for socializing.

[Because you suck at it, Al.]

[aceso]

I could not begin to guess. And I do wish I could help you, but I already have a pet.

[ A pause. ]

Do you think one of those nug outfits would fit Ponce, or are they too small?

[lifeofendurance]

I believe so. They seem sized for an adult nug.

...though ah, I believe the boots aren't suitable for his paws.

[aceso]

Well, if you find yourself with a spare outfit that might fit him, I would be happy to take it.

[ Oh, no, her Orlesian genes are coming to the forefront. Must. dress. tiny. dog! ]

It is all right about the boots. His feet are adorable.

[ TINY TOE BEANS! ]

[lifeofendurance]

[It's almost as if none of Aleron's Orlesian genes exist. But he's still very fond of Christine, so he'll give her fashion interest a pass. If for no other reason than she does not subject him to in depth dissertations about style and fabric and cut and political implications.]

There are green, blue, or red silk waistcoats with black trousers to match. Or gowns in similar colors. With lace.

[Maker help him, Christine, if you put poor Ponce in a lacy red silk dress...]

[aceso]

Oh, how sweet! A blue waistcoat would be perfect. I am not sure I should put him in trousers.

[ Because what if he needs to answer the call of nature? ]

[lifeofendurance]

[Al is having the same concern about putting pants on a creature who... well yes.]

I'll bring it over to you this evening.

[aceso]

Oh, I would not make you go out of your way for such a trifle. Not unless you would be in Lowtown anyway? Otherwise, you could simply drop it off at my office tomorrow.

[lifeofendurance]

Very well. I shall see you on the morrow then.

[He's not precisely avoiding Lowtown but he's no cause to go there directly today.]

[aceso]

Yes, see you then.

[ Ponce is going to look so cute! ]