12-04-2014

Obfuscations - Log by Aoide

Within a Grand Hunting Lodge
[Exits: west]
(Red Aura) An enormous, empty black iron cauldron hangs above an unlit firepit.
(Invis 70) (Intense Light Cyan Aura) [GS] Cordir is resting here.

You grin evilly.
You curtsey to your audience.

Cordir says, 'Hello, My Bard.'.

You say (in common), 'Greetings, Lady Weaver'.

Cordir shakes her head.

You raise your eyebrow.

Cordir runs a hand through her hair in a rare gesture of ... embarrassment? avoidance?
Cordir says, '.. Just Cordir.'.

You frown. What's bothering you?
You say (in common), 'very well'.
You say (in common), 'Greetings, Lady Cordir'.

Cordir glances at you, her eyes almost pleading. "Just.. Cordir. For you illustrate the problem I am wrestling with."

You say (in common), 'okay then..I would not wish to cause problems'.
You say (in common), 'Greetings, Cordir'.

Cordir exhales in frustration and shakes her head. "it isn't a problem, Aoide. I just wanted to speak to you informally."

You smile happily.
You say (in common), 'of course!'.

Cordir glances over and asks, the slightest touch of embarrassment in her voice: "How is your Thoras?"
Cordir says, 'Do I dare hope that you know it well?'.

You grin evilly.
You say (in common), 'I do, yes'.

You now speak ancient common-tongue.

You say (in old-common), 'if you would prefer?'.

Cordir says, 'Gods, I'm not even sure how to ask this, or explain...'.

You say (in old-common), 'I must say, I'm a little disconcerted'.

Cordir again runs her hand through her hair, the gesture hiding her face a moment.

You say (in old-common), 'I am not accustomed to you, to anyone, being so uncomfortable speaking with me'.

Cordir hastens to explain, 'It isn't _you_, it's the topic...'
Cordir says, 'I've been doing something not entirely proper..'.

Cordir grins wryly. "And I want to find a means of continuing to do so."
Cordir forces herself to sit and clasp her hands in her lap.

You laugh.
You say (in old-common), 'well, at least you're being frank. What, pray tell, have you been doing?'.

Cordir says, 'I have been impersonating a mortal bard. Unnamed, as of yet. But there's only so many bards that can hide from most mortal sight.'.

You laugh.
You say (in old-common), 'true. And only so many of the feminine persuasion'.

Cordir says, '.. as you demonstrated earlier, sometimes my Immortal presence is all someone can see... And there is someone I would speak to, without its encumbrance... and it is no lie to say I am a bard...'.

You grin evilly.

Cordir says, 'I will not lie to the one that I am speaking with. But if they make an incorrect assumption...'.

You say (in old-common), 'my lady, that is, Cordir..you are being downright devious'!.
You grin evilly.

Cordir has the grace to blush.

You say (in old-common), 'without disclosing anything you would not wish to, what is the nature of these conversations?'.

Cordir says, 'The recording of history. When I said I was a bard, he asked me to perform.'.

You nod.

Cordir says, 'He seemed to like it.. and in the course of our conversation, another topic arose, so I wrote something about that as he and Star were talking, and performed it... '.

You nod.
You say (in old-common), 'well, if you are seeking my encouragement, or my permission..'.

Cordir says, '.. and he laughed.'.

You say (in old-common), 'that is a good thing!'.

Cordir says, 'I haven't heard him laugh in more than six thousand years. '.

You say (in old-common), 'laughter, especially so well-earned, is one of the best rewards'.

Cordir grins crookedly. 'It was a particularly silly song. I was asking him about his history - whether there were strange uncles, or maiden aunts with giant warts, so I wrote a song about a mythical aunt catching his mythical uncle.'.

You laugh.

Cordir says, 'The other was about Oook. Of all the bards in the world, next to you, I love him best.'.

You smile happily.

Cordir says, 'He has not asked a name, and I have not offered one. If he asks, I will say that I have been called 'Alaknasha' by some. Again, not a lie.. So.. I suppose... I am here to ask if you don't mind me allowing him to misunderstand that I am you, should he think it, until such time as names are asked.'.

You ponder the question.

You say (in old-common), 'well, no, I don't think I mind. I would worry if the communication could in some way damage my following, but this does not sound like it could'.

Cordir says, 'I do not see any way in which it could.'.

You say (in old-common), 'and I do fear that I will gain an undeserved reputation for wit and poetry, but as I do enjoy both myself, that's not so bad either'.
You wink suggestively.

Cordir says, 'but should you see any such, please - make the obfuscation known.'.

You say (in old-common), 'it just might...enhance my reputation'.

You grin evilly.

Cordir smiles happily.

You say (in old-common), 'no, I don't at all'.

Cordir says, 'I meant, should a moment arise -- don't hesitate to remove any confusion as to your identity not being the mystery bard.'.

You say (in old-common), 'especially not from you...my lady'.

Cordir says, 'I would not lie, and I would not ask you to.'.

You smile happily.
You say (in old-common), 'I cannot anyway. I have sworn not to'.

Cordir says, 'it matters more to me than you know, that you hold to your geas.'.

You say (in old-common), 'but it does help knowing that I would not be doing any more than making things awkward for you - not that I would want that! - but that it is not a matter of death or some such'.

Cordir says, 'having these conversations... is.. well... a part of following the dictates of one of mine.'.

You nod.
You say (in old-common), 'and a good thing, to those who know and love you'.

Cordir murmurs, "It was a _very_ silly song..." She glances at you. ".. would you like to hear it?"

You laugh.
You say (in old-common), 'of course!'.

(Performance Snipped)

Cordir glances over to gauge your reaction.

You cough.
You say (in old-common), 'no wonder he laughed! You should publish these songs. Write them down somewhere'.

Cordir says, '.. That would somewhat shatter the illusion...'.

You say (in old-common), 'well it doesn't have to be just yet'.
You grin evilly.

Cordir nods.
Cordir says, 'when all is revealed, I will. Do you wish to hear the other?'.

You say (in old-common), 'of course! I would be honored'.

Cordir says, fibbing only a little, '.. so you know them, in case he asks you about them...'

(Performance snipped)

Cordir says, 'Star came and showed off her Oook Fan Club button afterwards.'.

You grin evilly.
You say (in old-common), 'I imagine Oook would be honored by the song, though I never met him. So maybe he'd just try to write one better?'.

Cordir says, 'but can you believe two such entirely silly, bouncy performances came from me?'.
Cordir grins wryly.

You giggle.
You say (in old-common), 'no! ..but yes'.

Cordir sits down and thinks deeply.

You say (in old-common), 'like I said, a good thing'.

Cordir says, 'they do not sound like my voice.. I tried to make them as different as possible.. which felt a little like a lie, but.. a good performer matches themselves to the mood and need of the audience...'.

Cordir says quietly, 'And he needed to laugh.'

You say (in old-common), 'Absolutely. There is nothing untoward about being able to adapt'.

Cordir says, 'if you happen upon Gwyrdain in the Guild... and you happened to speak Thoras...'.

You grin evilly.
You say (in old-common), 'then that would be okay?'.

Cordir ducks her head, nodding. 'It would.'

Cordir says with sincere gratitude, 'Thank you, Aoide. I appreciate your help.. and moreso, your compassion and understanding.'

You say (in old-common), 'it is my pleasure, and no more than you have always done for me'.