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

[scaling]

Maybe it's because I don't know what your old ones look like, but I think they suit you.

[wylderrant]

You're sweet.

[ She laughs quietly before continuing. A low little chuckle. ]

What's your name, anyway?

[scaling]

Akira Kurusu. Nice to meet you.

[wylderrant]

Iramaat! At your service! Knight of the Golden Apple, member of the Spring Court!

[scaling]

That's an impressive title.

[wylderrant]

Oh, I've heard more impressive ones - but thank you! You flatter me.

[scaling]

[ An amused exhale. ]

Back home, that's the kind of thing you'd only hear in movies or fantasy books.

[wylderrant]

So I've heard - that seems so sad, to know that nobility has faded, like a dream.

[scaling]

Mm. What's the Golden Apple, by the way?

[wylderrant]

Traditionally held to be a gift, given to only the most beautiful.

[ There's more to it, but hey, who says she has to share? ]

[scaling]

[ He makes an interested noise, acknowledging. ]

Sounds like something out of a book, too.

[wylderrant]

Oh, probably! We're great fans of drama, you know, in all of its forms.

[scaling]

Ah, what's that saying? "All the world's a stage"?

[ Akira has his own appreciation for theatrics, in select situations. ]

[wylderrant]

Don't think I've heard that one, but I like it now that I have! Do you dabble in theater?

[scaling]

Not really. I just read a lot.

[wylderrant]

Ah! A scholar then! Wonderful!

[scaling]

[ There's a soft chuckle at the term. He may be first in his class's exam rankings, but that still sounds like a bit of a stretch for a high school student. ]

It's more of a hobby.

[wylderrant]

Don't downplay your own worth. I think it's very admirable.

[ She clicks her tongue. ]

I probably should get going, though, Akira. I'd love to chat again, though! You're an interesting sort.

[scaling]

[ He makes a soft noise of acknowledgement. It has been a while, hasn't it? ]

I'll see you around. Good luck with your changes.

[wylderrant]

And you, yours!