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

[justice_is_blond]

[Nobles. His voice is light, coming across mostly as teasing though there's definitely a little seriousness tucked in there.]

Right. Some people deal with this thing called hunger and nugs are easy to catch and prepare.

[lifeofendurance]

[Yep, Aleron's had a privileged life even if he doesn't realize it as much as he should.]

That seems practical enough. I do wonder why Mother considers them pets then. It's...laughable. What in the Maker's name is the purpose in black leather boots for a food source?

[justice_is_blond]

Because the rich can afford to be wasteful, perhaps?

[lifeofendurance]

Mm.

Except a great many of them cannot afford to be wasteful with their coffers depleted by the civil war. Dressing a pet is economic foolish unless there is some benefit in the appearance of excess.

...oh.

[Gdit Mama, Aleron loathes the Game. Why do you do this to him?]

It's still foolish.

[justice_is_blond]

I've found that to define a great deal of what wealthy Orlesians do - it's still foolish.

[His voice is very, very dry.]

Show is more important than substance in those circles. I'm quite glad I'm not called Orlesian instead of Anders.

[lifeofendurance]

As am I.

[justice_is_blond]

That may be the nicest thing you've ever said to me.

[lifeofendurance]

[Well now he just has to ask. Because Mama and his sisters all tell him regularly that he is inept at being diplomatic. He acknowledges that he's incapable of telling pretty untruths to play nice. However, now he wonders.]

Have I said anything unkind prior?

[Manners he has, in excess. Social skills? Notsomuch.]

[justice_is_blond]

[He hesitates.]

Not... specifically unkind, no. It was intended to be a joke.

[lifeofendurance]

Ah. My apologies, I am... hopeless according to Mother and Ravonild. I felt it necessary to inquire.

[justice_is_blond]

There's been... You've not always chosen what you've said well, but as I have the same issue I have let most be forgotten.