iC: Inbox [Asgard]

[bythewaves]

My apologies for my absence
The wind may wander as it wills, and so betimes do I
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[bythewaves]

[ That's what happens one you write bills to someone who was once a Prince~ Maglor, for his part, was minding his own business when the chest rocks up, and he cannot help but stare at it, before he laughs ]

And I had thought I had seen everything this world could bring.

[ he solemnly accepts the missive and on reading it obediently reaches out to pet the chest ] Well now, you can tell your Master thank you for the concession, hm? You have done your duty well, and I thank you.

I edit and there are still typos sob

[abhero]

[The chest leans into the touch. When he thanks it, it creaks happily and the lid cracks open to reveal… a tongue. Just a weird side effect of the runic magic that gave it life.

After leaving storage chest slobber all over Maglor’s hand, it turns away and marches back to Baldr.]

( OOC: handwave? tag his open log? )

*patpat*

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor is never going to get used to this world. But if he pretends the chest is a dog, he can manage, right? Right. ]

( ooc: haha, I figured it was the easiest option - up to you? we can say Hamel came, was very bored and got his cash, or we can play something out in the log if you like? )