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

[lifeofendurance]

Of course, madame. Would you prefer a male or female?

[LOL. Aleron actually doesn't know how to gender them. But he'll try.]

[ipseite]

I've no preference - any that is not yet claimed will serve.

( A beat. )

I won't be requiring any attire.

[lifeofendurance]

Very well. I can be there in a quarter of an hour. Will that work for you?

[ipseite]

Yes, thank you. My office door is often ajar; I will doubtless still be in.

action

[lifeofendurance]

[Right on time, to the minute, Aleron shows up outside her door bearing a tiny bundle. The little nug isn't much bigger than a kitten and he's wrapped the tiny thing in a clean handkerchief like a blanket for the creature. Poor man has no idea if they are susceptible to cold like other young creatures, but having no fur, he suspects it might.

A rap on the door to announce himself without merely barging in. At least Mama beat some concept of manners into his head.]

Pardon, is this time still convenient?

[ipseite]

( A very small animal for a very small lady - the office rather seems to dwarf her when she's alone in it, so perhaps a little nug to run around will make the whole thing a bit more pleasant. It smells faintly of tea and lilacs, or she does; she beams up at him and holds her hands out for the nug when she answers the door, her manner reinforcing the way she had spoken on the crystals as her plain, neat dress does not: whatever she is now, someone had raised her a lady. )

It is. You've my thanks - and I think we have not met before? I am Madame de Cedoux.

[lifeofendurance]

Seeker Darton. A pleasure, Madame.

[He executes a slight bow, by dipping his head. But nothing akin to a smile warms his face. Nothing personal, just how he is by nature, and nurture.

The nuglet is handed over with the greatest of care, belying the impression he might have given of being a complete brick wall. Aleron is all too aware of the importance of being gentle with smaller, more fragile creatures.]