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]

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.