un. Praeclarus | Private Group Chat

[dangerbird]

[VALISTHEAN CHAMPIONS]

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Greetings everyone. I hope this text missive finds you all well and ready to face our new mission.

Comments

[oblige]

The season, perhaps. I'm inclined to believe neither of us prideful.

Have you concerns over their party game? It seems harmless, unless those flowers have some ill influence.

[quibblingfunctionary]

The season is indeed what I was referencing. You are like spring's first coming sigh after the harsh of winter's breath has ended.

Is it unusual to be concerned with the main entertainment provided by our winter hosts? I intend to blend in with this society; my dossier claims they handle both host and guest rights with utmost gravity. Would you have us shun that which our hosts have labored towards?

[oblige]

[ It isn't the first time Sleipnir has compared him with spring, though Dion refrains from commenting upon it. ]

Surely because light is my element. Sanbreque was quite verdant.

I mean simply to focus on the task at hand. Blending in hardly demands giving oneself over to diversion.

[quibblingfunctionary]

[ You’ve lost him. ]

For what reason are you referencing your element? Waloed is quite verdant yet my liege’s mastery is over darkness.

Lady Aurora also stipulates we “display cultural understanding”. Somehow I doubt this will be an oral test. I would rather not gamble with our world’s fate. Or do you detest the idea of my presence so much? You wound me.

[oblige]

You spoke of spring. I would associate that with light, and greenery in my nation is as ample as it is because of an abundance of that element.

[ What little he saw of Waloed was not what he would describe as verdant, alas. He'd not seen the forests he associates with his home. ]

I suppose I question why you would select me, of all potential options.

[quibblingfunctionary]

I am unsure if it is you who is misunderstanding or myself. It is not your aspect which leads me to think of spring, but rather it is you.

We are of the same court. It seems strategically wise as for the majority of the year fae stick to their home court. Together we could legitimize a past for ourselves. Besides, you are pleasant to be around.

[oblige]

Why, then, if not my light?

[ Pleasant to be around.

Dion hadn't suspected Sleipnir thought this of him. ]

Very well. What do you propose for a background?

[quibblingfunctionary]

Is your personality not unlike a spring morning? Cold at first glance and touch, yet ever growing warmer. Those around you bloom in your wake.

It may be best we scout the fae populace first, see what types of threads weave them together before we choose something to imitate... But if you wish for us to choose now we could pose as old lovers.

[oblige]

[ Spitting his tea that he definitely has for the express purpose of doing so.

Surely he said that for shock value. ]

I make for a poor actor, so I think something which hews closer to the truth would be better.

[quibblingfunctionary]

Are you propositioning me? I will admit I do not mind it.

[oblige]

You know full well that I am not.

[quibblingfunctionary]

Can you blame a man for trying?

Then I think we should pose as old friends with potential romantic interests. This would give us an excuse to whisper in each other's ears if we have need to discuss anything taboo.

[oblige]

[ He can, yes, as hastily he sops up that tea. ]

Old friends will do then.

[ He's not touching the rest of it... ]