@ishgard-confessions / @itsalburton
"Calm yourself. It is but a costume and I shall never be returning to Ishgard again -- one attempt on my life is enough. Cannot be dropped if one stays away, unless the old guard intends to go hunting for heresy across Aldenard." Pellam huffed. "Why do you think I had asked for a visit in Gridania, of all places? Surely you've noticed a lack of my presence...
"... Or not. You never did enjoy my company, anyroad."
“When you aren’t bombarding me with innuendos and behaving, I enjoy your company. But so long as you are of the House Dzemael, Ishgardian sensibilities still apply.”
“You didn’t even wait for the Festival to dress the heretic.”
"... Oh." It's so obvious, or it should be, but not to the Dzemael woman. "And were I not of house Dzemael, what sensibilities would apply then?"
Another huff. "I had to try it to make certain it fit! To wait until the holiday and find out then would be tragic, no? It is never too early to prepare."
“If you truly no longer serve the House of Dzemael and move elsewhere permanently, then being the Ishgardian brand of sensible doesn’t apply---the brand of sensible of whatever locale you’re in does instead.”
“But we’re talking social norms and legal customs, not the faith itself.”
"I am Dzemael by blood, you know, though I have permanently relocated. Ha, perhaps I ought take my mother's maiden name again."
"I am and always shall be of Halone... even though I worship beneath the stars and not within the church. I pray that confession doesn't have a negative effect on your blood pressure."
“You’ve made it abundantly clear what your ‘worship’ entails, but you’re not of the Church and thereby not held to canon law.”
"Please tell me you don't believe that fucking everything with a pulse is how I worship."
“I’m not saying that. But clearly, wearing the woman’s habit, refraining from public displays of affection and mandatory chastity are things you don’t include.”
