Talinn Ryalor
Minister of Justice, Duke of Westisle
Staff member
Nobility: Duke
Minister: Justice
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(This is just a fun little anecdotal thread that anyone can join, reflecting on the winter changes, if any, to their character. Foxes, for example, tend to grow longer, floofier winter coats, and more than a few mustelid species tend to turn white in the winter or become bigger themselves. How your character feels about it, and how they want to deal with it, if at all, can be posted in this thread!).
The Duke of Westisle, still recuperating from the injuries he sustained on Urk, but now able to, at least for a short period of time, stand with the assistance of his cane, found himself standing before the mirror in his large bedroom suite, pants on, but nothing else. He sighed as he stared at the beast in the reflection-older now, by far, then when he first came to the Imperium decades ago. There were old scars, and new ones, courtesy of Ulog the direwolf, whose head he had sent to the Empress as a kind of gift, but also curious anthropological study. He had lost muscle during his recuperation, and he would have looked unnaturally skinny, were it not for the fact that the...change...was now upon him. He had noticed it beginning during the return from Urk, but now, it was in full swing. He was becoming...as the younger ones put it...floofier.
A kind euphemism for looking fat, no doubt.
He sighed. He had dealt with this in previous years by going to the fur stylists quite often, to maintain his more masculine, lean look, but perhaps he would simply...embrace...the floof, if Dusk approved. Alexei had always criticized him for being vain enough to try to not simply embrace his natural coat, considering that to be a bad habit that he had picked up, given that his uncle was a proud Northern Fyadoran fox who wore their larger winter coats with pride, and then some. Dusk...he...had never exactly asked, surprisingly enough, what she preferred on him, and knew far better than to ever comment on her “chonkier” size during the winter months. He had made many mistakes in their marriage, but that was one he was always careful to avoid.
Maybe...I should send for her. Get her opinion for once. It’s the least I could do, especially when we need to be a united front when the inevitable summons to Amarone comes for that opera disaster…
Slowly, painfully, Talinn made his way to his desk, writing up the necessary invitation to invite his wife to his estate, something that irritated him, but he understood. Until she reclaimed what she considered to be...hers...fully…the separation was necessary. Quickly putting on a silk robe, tying it, and dying a little inside at his larger appearance in the mirror, he proceeded to seal it with his ducal seal, and rang a little bell. One of his assistants, a younger stoat who had already begun their own change of turning white, quickly showed up.
“Sir?”
“If you could deliver this to my wife...I….” He sighed, putting one paw on his forehead in frustration. “I...need...fashion advice…”
The young male stoat stared at him for a moment, before a glowering look from Talinn quickly shut him up and earned him a salute.
“Sir, I will get it to the Lady posthaste!”
With that, the door shut, and Talinn nervously awaited the almost-certain takedown his wife would give him.
@Silvertongue Songfox @FinnianBrightfur @Lorcan Rainclaw @Jeshal the Ironclaw @SwifttailTheFox @Darragh Harper and anyone else who wants to join!
The Duke of Westisle, still recuperating from the injuries he sustained on Urk, but now able to, at least for a short period of time, stand with the assistance of his cane, found himself standing before the mirror in his large bedroom suite, pants on, but nothing else. He sighed as he stared at the beast in the reflection-older now, by far, then when he first came to the Imperium decades ago. There were old scars, and new ones, courtesy of Ulog the direwolf, whose head he had sent to the Empress as a kind of gift, but also curious anthropological study. He had lost muscle during his recuperation, and he would have looked unnaturally skinny, were it not for the fact that the...change...was now upon him. He had noticed it beginning during the return from Urk, but now, it was in full swing. He was becoming...as the younger ones put it...floofier.
A kind euphemism for looking fat, no doubt.
He sighed. He had dealt with this in previous years by going to the fur stylists quite often, to maintain his more masculine, lean look, but perhaps he would simply...embrace...the floof, if Dusk approved. Alexei had always criticized him for being vain enough to try to not simply embrace his natural coat, considering that to be a bad habit that he had picked up, given that his uncle was a proud Northern Fyadoran fox who wore their larger winter coats with pride, and then some. Dusk...he...had never exactly asked, surprisingly enough, what she preferred on him, and knew far better than to ever comment on her “chonkier” size during the winter months. He had made many mistakes in their marriage, but that was one he was always careful to avoid.
Maybe...I should send for her. Get her opinion for once. It’s the least I could do, especially when we need to be a united front when the inevitable summons to Amarone comes for that opera disaster…
Slowly, painfully, Talinn made his way to his desk, writing up the necessary invitation to invite his wife to his estate, something that irritated him, but he understood. Until she reclaimed what she considered to be...hers...fully…the separation was necessary. Quickly putting on a silk robe, tying it, and dying a little inside at his larger appearance in the mirror, he proceeded to seal it with his ducal seal, and rang a little bell. One of his assistants, a younger stoat who had already begun their own change of turning white, quickly showed up.
“Sir?”
“If you could deliver this to my wife...I….” He sighed, putting one paw on his forehead in frustration. “I...need...fashion advice…”
The young male stoat stared at him for a moment, before a glowering look from Talinn quickly shut him up and earned him a salute.
“Sir, I will get it to the Lady posthaste!”
With that, the door shut, and Talinn nervously awaited the almost-certain takedown his wife would give him.
@Silvertongue Songfox @FinnianBrightfur @Lorcan Rainclaw @Jeshal the Ironclaw @SwifttailTheFox @Darragh Harper and anyone else who wants to join!
