#thisoldtelvanni

[malevolentnightshade]

What a cutie!

A Dunmer was not a common sight to young Elenwen and she might have stared at this one for a little while longer than was polite. Realising her mistake, she stammered a very awkward 'sorry'. She had not meant to be rude, after all.

"Um... I hope you're not mad at me. Maybe I could give you my cookies to be even sorrier..." The little Altmer proceeded to pull out three, somewhat squashed, cookies from her pocket and offered them to the mer. "My mummy gave them to me so I wouldn't be hungry before dinner, but I don't really need them. I can wait until dinner."

[bookofalmsivi]

If I was your lover, imagine all the cake!

Gods be gracious, it'd be a sea of sugar.  Eggs everywhere.  Flour on every surface.  We could be like witches in old Bretic fairytales and have a tower made entirely out of gingerbread.  Do you think that could be done?  I don't think I've heard of any Telvanni wizards with a dessert based tower.  Where's the fun of even being a wizard then if you're not going to build a gingerbread tower?  I mean, I suppose there aren't ovens big enough and I suppose the structural integrity of mushrooms is much less easily compromised than a bread building, but those are very small concerns in the grand scheme of things.

[justadunmermage]

thisoldtelvanni started following you

He was blinking at the Dunmer and tilted his head to the side. He'd been meeting more Dunmer these last few days that he'd ever thought he would. Surprisingly most of them were of his House. He wondered what this one was. "Azura's wisdom to you." He responded somewhat civilly.

[bookofalmsivi]

thisoldtelvanni replied to your post:[ "Ash", "Fire", and "Immortal"! ]

((I just imagined a bunch of old Telvanni grandmas being all like “You’re only 358? SUCH A PRECIOUS BABY! *pinches cheeks* Except that old Telvanni grandmas are probably counted as a force of nature. A terrifying, terrifying force of nature))

Mistress Vendu won't stop pinching his cheeks.  It's really quite painful because she insists on doing so with the claws at the end of her foremost chaurus legs rather than her Dunmeri hands.  Neht whines and tries to pull away, but her hold on him is strong.  Neht liked her so much better when she was just a spellmaker in Tel Mora, long before she started grafting rare animals onto her lower body.

"Oh, what a sweet little face he has!  Look at those soft ridges.  Why, he barely has any grey in his hair, the poor little man!"

"This is painful," mumbles Neht.

"Maybe he dyes.  With lemons.  Lemons for yellow hair," says Mistress Lilatha, humming softly.  Lilatha always hums softly, mostly because she lets a colony of eusocial insects nest in her chest in exchange for their honey.  Telvanni lichs are always a bit batty.  You wouldn't see Mannimarco do this.

"Oh, I don't think so.  I think this is natural or else he wouldn't keep it blonde.  Do you still grow your plants, hm?"

"I am the leading expert in my field," mumbles Neht.  "You're hurting me.  I'm a mage-lord.  This is embarrassing.  I'm a grown adult.  It hurts."

Vendu finally releases her grasp and Neht rubs his cheeks, red from being so cruelly pinched by ancient wizards.

"Of course you are, dear.  No one doubts your skills at hedgemagery.  Oh, you mustn't pout.  Look how he pouts, Lilatha!  Reminds me of my little descendants, bless his heart."

"You're young," adds Lilatha.  "Not many high Telvanni so young.  It's cute to us."

"I'm not young.  Look, I do have wrinkles!  I'm old enough to have great-great-grandchildren!  I have hot flashes all the time!  I'm not cute.  I'm not.  I'm not young."

"Oh, let old mages have their fun, little man."

The mages laugh.  Neht is turning red.  He's not young, damn it!

[bookofalmsivi]

How many lady loves have you had? I bet you baked them the greatest love-cakes.

Oh, only two were actual ladies in the political sense, but there was a mage once.  And there was a knight, but…well, anyway, I am shamed to admit that only one had the chance to taste the cakes she deserved.   I didn’t have a kitchen of my own until I was well past one-fifty.  Isn’t that simply appalling?  Truly dreadful.  You can’t properly court a woman until you can get your hands white with flour for her.

[bookofalmsivi]

Little Thing

Hi!  Look, you are a dark elf and I'm a dark elf too.  I like your hair.  Are you my da?  Can you tell me about Morrowind?  Are you a mage?  Do you know how to make fire magic?  Do you know all about daedra?  Look, I have a magic rock!  It gives you luck.  You can have my rock, if you want.  I'm really good at sharing.  I'm also really good at manners and washing dishes and singing and I know how to make paper flowers.  If you let me live in your house, I could decorate it with paper flowers.

[bookofalmsivi]

thisoldtelvanni said: Neht, are you okay? Did someone poison you? You look like you’ve just come back from delivering a skirt to Therana. Here, have a robe. You’ll get chill.

[Nerevar does not accept the robe because there could be assassins at all corners and he has no clue who or what this person is.]

Who are you that speaks to me, who is the color of bruise and fire?  Are you of the same kind as me?  Why am I changed so?  The men of the north will cleave you in two if they see you.  Has my snake queen sent you?

[bloodoftheancients]

thisoldtelvanni:

Endris flushed slightly. “Oh, um, thanks! You can have as much as you’d like. I have plenty.” When she cocked her head Endris wondered for a brief second if she was going to ask if he was a slave, but she seemed to understand and reassured him. He smiled thinly. “Well, it’s the least I can do for him really, past my sworn loyalties, he does protect me from the bad people…”

Again, the notion of protection was something Mirthys could understand. "Master is sound nice, much like Knight-Paladin, of Chantry," she uttered between hearty helpings of her cake, taking care to remain at least somewhat polite and not to speak with her mouth full. "Is look after Mirthys and other Paladins, and teach much about Auri-El." She did not like the sound of those 'bad people' much, though - Was something amiss, here? "Nice Endris is surely not have enemy? Do not see how."