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[cwene]

You have reached Her Most Royal Majesty Nima, by the Grace of the gods, of Eros and the Sea of Samorrah and Her other Realms and Territories Queen, Defender of the Faith.

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ring telepathy nonsense;

[cwene]

[After lengthy consideration, Regina slips one of the rings onto her finger. She senses the magic in it come to life immediately, a gasps aloud with delight.]

Dorian. I didn't know you knew such magic.

shh it isn't nonsense

[depicted]

[He smiles when he hears it.]

My old hosts used to be a bit particular about who we should talk to.

I need you to give them out to those you trust most. It will make things a lot easier.

tomfoolery then

[cwene]

What a shame. Here I thought you might be proposing and simply incapable of choosing a fitting ring. I will mourn this day forever.

[A momentary pause. Her mental voice is concerned.]

Make what things easier? Dorian, what are you planning?

[depicted]

I would never be so gormless.

[uhhhhh]

Tell you later?

[cwene]

Gormless?

[She hears that mental "uhh," Dorian, don't you try to sneak one by on her.]

It had better be nothing more than a way to circumvent the Maeve listening to our conversations.

[She doesn't consider the "only people you'd trust with your soul" caveat when making that statement. How nice of her, giving him an out.]