( voicetesting. )

[troublemakes]

Oh, you are a quaint little thing, aren't you? Full of ideas that are naught but maybes and considerations thrown out almost as soon as they appear, childish dreams pinned against hope. You should tread carefully: dream and hope might play at being the best of friends, but the one would betray the other as soon as opportunity presents itself, and opportunity is nothing if not fond of making an appearance.

—Still, you need not worry about dissuasion on my part. I've much to finish and, ah, set to rights. Interruptions and distractions are the boon of the idle and the unfocussed, and I assure you I am neither.

Comments

[fotlenke]

Did you just actually tell your mundane that it is foolish to have hopes and dreams?

[troublemakes]

I told her to be careful with them. One wouldn't argue against that, surely?

[fotlenke]

I am that one.

If you bind hope and dreams, you almost strip them of their purpose.

[troublemakes]

The one that stands alone against the might of the many? I'd have pinned the desire to argue for recklessness on another entirely, but if you must insist. [ beat. ] I care little for her purpose, if one can even speak of it and her in the same sentence.

[fotlenke]

I even speak of it and her in the same sentence. [challenging.]

[troublemakes]

Are you after congratulations for your willingness to speak in ignorance?

[fotlenke]

No. I'm seeking to silence that silver tongue for just a blessed moment. Ignorance is bliss, do you not know?

[troublemakes]

I can't claim intimate familiarity, no.

[fotlenke]

It's appropriate in certain settings.

[troublemakes]

Bliss or ignorance, I wonder. Both can be ever so troublesome, I hear.

—But enough of that, if it's silence you truly so long for.

[fotlenke]

Trouble some oh so troublesome.

You speak like a Norn. Troubles here and troubles there. What a way to live.

If a Norn is unable to speak of misfortunes, then it speaks hardly at all.

[troublemakes]

[ wow. wow. that was charming. ]

Don't expect me to tell you any tales of your fate today.

[fotlenke]

[Sigyn sticks her tongue out.]

I'd rather experience my fate first-hand. I might just even tempt fate. Meet her at a crossroads and see just where to which she guides me. I have to.

HRGH ALSO I APOLOGISE IF I AM AWFUL

[troublemakes]

[ there's a flicker of a smile — not at the tongue because gosh, sigyn, but at the comment. ]

Have to?

YOU ARE NOT I assure you!

[fotlenke]

I have sisters. Not the older ones. The young ones. The older ones are vain and petty. But the younger ones can learn from my triumphs and mistakes. They can take their paths and have all the better eternity knowing what I will know.

[troublemakes]

Their fates are a mirror of yours as yours is of your elders, really?

[fotlenke]

MMmm...no. You miss the point.

[troublemakes]

They won't know what you know, for they are not you to know it as you know it. Reality paints a pretty picture when the inner-workings are all but obscured.

But pray, tell, what point did I miss?

[fotlenke]

[Sigyn puts up a hand, then puts her finger against the flat of the other fingers. Her hand makes a mouth. It opens and closes, repeatedly.]

If I get burned, then I tell them what not burns them.

[troublemakes]

And you assume they'll listen, that they won't think themselves the exception.

[fotlenke]

They are not arrogant. They are Vanir, born and bred. They know better.

[troublemakes]

You won't mind if I pull up a seat, will you?

[fotlenke]

Only if you won't mind my boot in your rear.

[troublemakes]

Be careful of the chair.

[fotlenke]

The granddaughter of Njord is not so easily ruffled.