are you . . . alright ?
( he stops, of course, quite quickly at their request. but the child stirs, begins to wail, and gale is quick to turn back to the infant and shush, bounce and make amusing faces at the child to soothe whatever upset may have started. when it works, he +
( watching with the anxious anticipation of a beaten dog, muscles tense in wait of being proven right. are they jealous ? are they jealous of this .. thing ? this blubbery, weak, and defensiveless horror ..
are they afraid of it ?
it's frustrating. gale &&
โah, i couldn't agree more. now, i'm more than happy to cook us all something delicious before heading to bed. you know - our packs are quite well stocked, considering how we ended up in this wilderness . . . i could probably make a request - should you have one.โ
a curious +
Chuckling a bit, her gaze shifted to the others as they began unpacking as well. She raised her arms stretching out her limbs with a sigh.
"I truly try my best. Besides.. a rest and some food sounds awfully nice."
Tail swishing as she placed her bag down beginning to unpack.
@AdoringDraconic โexcellent choice. consider it most enthusiastically done.โ
gale hums as he works - taking the ingredients out of the packs, gathering as many as he can that will give the meal some flavour, cleaning them, preparing them. getting the fire for the pot set up, effortlessly done +
โi must say, you surprise me, astarion . . . i would have thought you, of all people, would be all too happy to have such a powerful friend in your corner.
after all . . . are we not in need of as much of it as we can muster ? the powers at play here are on a scale so . . . +
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โ ohใgaleใi donโt doubt youโve tangled with a few ink stains ๏น the occasional exploded potion . but divine messes ? those are surely a different breed . โ he waves a hand dramatically .
โ youโd be โฐ
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+ suggestion of a public reading, gale laughs - if thereโs anything he will be remembered for, he most certainly hopes it isnโt his sometimes lacklustre poetry.
โah, so youโre an adventuring type, after all. do you have any tales to share that you wish to outlast you yet ?โ
โoh, do you travel often ? if youโre in the habit of it, you must visit - truly. no city in faerรปn compares ! well, baldurโs gate, arguably, is a most worthy second to the city of splendours,โ he exclaims, enthusiasm brimming even as homesickness is never too far behind.
โyes. +
"Ooh. So you're like, a scholar of magic. I haven't been to Waterdeep, I don't know what it's like there. But I'm always impressed how much smart stuff people can cram into their brains."
"What? Maybe you should do a public reading of your work sometime!" His grin turns ~
+ i am, too. it's a marvel to behold - the city hosts a myriad of impressive scholars and professors. and how often i imagined myself, perhaps, one day, in their shoes with a crowd of students, a most rapt audience, gifting me apples for wisdoms most happily parted.โ
at the +
astarionโs head falling only to end up resting upon his shoulder has gale instinctively going still - filled with a reluctance to disturb such needed rest. in this moment of silence, he notices how the glow of the fire is slowly dimming as the moon shines so brightly above, +
spending all day killing people knee deep in mud and dirt does this to a man โโ even to a bicentenary undead. astarion tries to keep his eyes open; the wizard is talking to him, isn't he ? he's saying something about ... ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ? gods, yes, get him a --
+ indecision, before his arm is slowly wrapping around astarionโs shoulder, wary of startling the other man. gently, gale guides astarion to his feet, his weight supported by his own, and slowly shuffles them both towards the bedroll set up at astarionโs tent.
โyouโll thank me +
โand modesty, too - is another talent.โ
his smile is cheeky now, poking a little fun. after all, it reveals equally her nature, but his own admiration.