Voice Post//En Route//To Somewhere

[treadingdawn]

Well. It's a sweet treat, I will give it that.

But what could this mean?

Think of the lost souls you're there to save.

Comments

[protects_her]

Apparently, it's supposed to be a prediction of your future.

[protects_her]

But if you don't want to be blond anyway, then haven't you already given up on the idea? Maybe it just came true.

Mine said carrying things for other people will make me sad.

[treadingdawn]

I suppose it depends on the load people ask you to carry. A few bags and even a shield are reasonable. A dozen crossbows and quivers? Not as reasonable.

[protects_her]

Well, apparently the few bags in my future each weigh a hundred pounds and are filled with flour. My roommate bakes.

[treadingdawn]

Oh, then you have no need for fortune cookies. As a matter of fact, I think that might be cheating. You could easily ask him to give you a good fortune.

[protects_her]

I did ask him to bake me some custom ones, but he refused. So I guess I'll have to settle for the bread he makes for me, instead. It's like having a little fish-shaped piece of home.

[treadingdawn]

Maybe bread is the only thing he knows how to bake.

[protects_her]

Oh, no, he does it all. I'd be willing to bet he's as adept in a kitchen as I am on a boat. He just knows better than to indulge me.

[treadingdawn]

What is wrong with indulging you?

[protects_her]

Mostly the fact that I'm spoiled enough as it is.

[treadingdawn]

Spoiled? Are you an aristocrat?

[protects_her]

Aristocrat isn't the best word for it, exactly, but I do get invited to all the good parties.

[treadingdawn]

What are you then? Nobility? A 'celebrity'?

[protects_her]

You're getting warmer by the minute. Celebrity's probably the most apt description.

Why do you ask? Are you an aristocrat?

[treadingdawn]

What are you celebrated for if I may ask?

And as a matter of fact, I am a king.

[protects_her]

I once won a game.

Should I be calling you "your Majesty", then?