A few complaints to register

[wylderrant]

Name: Iramaat
Date: 5/21
Format: Voice/Picture

[ The wonderful denizens of Aefenglom are treated to Iramaat's dulcet tones - although they're pitched down into something almost like a pout or even despair. ]

This is unacceptable, it really is. [ There's a long-suffering sigh and then she continues. ]

Pulling me across time and space and one thing, but this? Is another. They've changed my ears! My beautiful, beautiful ears...

[ Sounds like someone got their first bit of change since their arrival. And she decides to prove that am oment later with a sepia-toned picture of herself. Her long, pointy elf-ears have been replaced with a pair of ears that more closely resemble those of a deer (and they seem to have shifted slightly up the sides of her head). They've even got that dusting of fur, although it's hard to tell what color it all is. Her expression is incredibly morose and not at all happy. Maybe even a bit overwrought. ]

At least tell me I'm not the only one...? [ Well, she half knows that, but she wants to confirm it. ]

Comments

[sullenstallion]

It's not like I paid much attention to your ears, you know. Can you explain the difference in shape again? Maybe I'll get it this time.

[He won't.]

[wylderrant]

My old ones were much narrower, not nearly as broad, and had much sharper points.

[ Indignant huff. ]

[sullenstallion]

So...your ears are fatter now. That's what you're saying?

[He's being deliberately obtuse.]

I still don't see it.

[wylderrant]

Yes!

[ It's the worst possible thing that could've happened.

Except not really, she's mostly fishing for attention. ]

Well, maybe they changed your eyes or something.

[sullenstallion]

My eyes are fine.

[There's no self-doubt in his tone. He's not falling for that.]

I guess that means you're really a monster, huh? That's what they're saying, right? I could've told you were a monster even before you got fat ears.

[wylderrant]

I could've told you I wasn't human. Completely different from a monster.

[ Like she's correcting a child. ]

[sullenstallion]

You didn't have to tell me. Even if your ears are forgettable, your horns aren't.

[Indignantly. Challenging her authority. It's so much easier to sass over the pocketwatch.]

[wylderrant]

[ GASP. But she's going to move right past that and pretend he complimented her because he prefers that alternative? ]

Oh, do you like them? I've always thought they were quite fetching, myself.

[sullenstallion]

They're your horns. They have no impact on me whatsoever.

[He just remembers they're there.]

So, having your ears supposedly messed with is the dealbreaker here, huh?

[wylderrant]

It's not ideal.

[ Look, she has a certain sense of vanity to uphold. ]

I'll soldier on, of course, but it wounds me to the quick!

[sullenstallion]

You make it sound like you're barely inconvenienced. I can't tell if you're stupid or if you're an idiot.

[Those are the same thing??? Dylas is as Rude as ever.]

[wylderrant]

[ Iramaat will remember this. ]

It is an inconvenience. I realize you've probably been stuck with these all your life, but some of us enjoy a certain level of aesthetics.

[ Honestly, she'll get over it pretty quick. ]

[sullenstallion]

'Stuck with'? Yeah, probably.

[As in, 'I've probably had ears like this my whole life,' which isn't really a statement most people would make. Blame the memory loss.]

And your aesthetic doesn't involve ear fur. That's pretty precise.

[wylderrant]

Well, I've stuck with it for a few centuries, I ought to know it by now.

[sullenstallion]

What? Centuries? You seriously expect me to believe that?

[She doesn't look like some old hag.]

[wylderrant]

I don't expect you to do much.

[ There's a flutter of laughter from her end. ]

Whether you believe it or not, I am that old. We Fair Folk don't age.

[sullenstallion]

Fair is the last word I'd use to descri...

[Hold it.]

Were you making fun of me just now?

[wylderrant]

What do you mean?

[ Wow, she sure sounds innocent. ]

[sullenstallion]

You know what you said!

[Or how it sounded, rather.]

I can do all sorts of things.

[wylderrant]

Oh, I have no doubt that you can!

[ Still blisteringly cheerful. ]

[sullenstallion]

I mean it! I'm...really good at a number of things! Great, even!

[WHY IS SHE LIKE THIS]

[wylderrant]

I never said you weren't.

Please, tell me what you're good at! I'd love to hear about them!

[ Because. ]

[sullenstallion]

I'm great at fishing.

[Wait. What else is he good at? He can't remember them now that he's on the spot?]

And other things! But I don't have to tell you!

[wylderrant]

Oh, of course not. But you seemed like you wanted to.

[ Wow, this got way more entertaining for her all of a sudden. ]

[sullenstallion]

I didn't want to! I had to! You're the one making it impossible again.