Voice-testing

[bonacieux]

Surely you cannot be serious. I did think better of you, but perhaps that was a mistake.

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[not_apriest]

Testing the waters, are you?

[bonacieux]

It might be more accurate to say that my writer is the one testing the waters, but I suppose it isn't all that different.

[not_apriest]

And how do you find them, so far?

[bonacieux]

They are not entirely bad, although from what I understand, that can change rather quickly.

[not_apriest]

Have you considered joining the rest of us? At least you'd have some familiar faces around. Or are things entirely too awkward between yourself and D'Artagnan these days?

[bonacieux]

Actually, I have considered it, but my writer has far too many others that she would like to bring, and so the decision is not a simple one.

[A pause.]

And things are not awkward between us. [If there is an 'us'.]

[not_apriest]

That's not how he tells it. But, then, I expect he believed you had feelings for him when you asked him for our help.

[strangeboy]

It's safe to say you thinking better of most people is, perhaps, the mistake.

[bonacieux]

D'Artagnan?

[She sighs.] I'm not talking about most people; I am talking about my writer.

[strangeboy]

[He waves a hand.]

You should definitely never expect anything from your Mundane. They'll rarely meet expectations. Especially some so high as yours.

[bonacieux]

At the very least, I thought I would give her a chance before writing her off. [She did give him something of a chance, did she not? She even came and asked for his help.] Of course, none of that matters now.

[elusory_purpose]

What has your mun done you find to be in bad taste, milady?

[bonacieux]

Acting recklessly and on a whim, of course. Although now that I am becoming acquainted with her, I'm beginning to learn that this is not at all unusual for her.

[elusory_purpose]

Ah. Nothing that would put your ladyship in danger, I hope. I've heard less than kind things about some of the muns here.

[bonacieux]

I have been in danger before, or near to it. [She won't wilt or run away shrieking, at the very least.] No, it is only the thought that she might put me in one of those places that causes me to question her now.

[elusory_purpose]

Ah. I hope that she finds a good place for you. Maybe she's only considering all the options, even the ones she doesn't intend to follow through on.

But where are my manners? My name is Prince Elusory. [He bows to her, formally.] A pleasure to meet you, Lady...?

[bonacieux]

Indeed.

[How strange to be speaking with a pony, but manners matter nonetheless.]

Constance. Constance Bonacieux. A pleasure, Your Highness.

[elusory_purpose]

Always keep hope alive. Muns can be unexpectedly kind.

The pleasure is mine, Lady Bonacieux. Please, just call me Elusory. I don't want to get an ego from my title, after all.