[For all that she tried to ignore his little pieces of education that she felt she didn't need or particularly want, she was a little annoyed at the way it seemed like even after he was done talking, his voice always managed to linger between her ears. It was probably the voice, itself. One could get away with saying just about anything if they had a nice enough voice to put it in.
It was probably for the better just not to address anything about Halsin. What would that guy think if he even knew how someone like Astarion spoke about him? She wasn't going to ask and Nepione, frankly, didn't want to know. At least their druid guide had the good sense to keep his thoughts where they belonged. Better to let him focus on whatever it was calling him to Moonrise. Distractions could be deadly.
He looked pleased and she felt... Well. Tired. Which she suspected a part of her was, but not through any fault of his own. Their circumstances made her tired. Tired and worried. And it was hard holding all of that to herself or trying to hold it to herself. But they all had their burdens, didn't they? It never seemed like a right time for a heart-to-heart and frankly, it seemed stupid to try having one with any of them.
It was better just to lock up all of her feelings and pretend they weren't there. Just focus on whatever was in front of her. At the present moment, that was Astarion and his little rendezvous that he wanted to take her on. As she carefully finished tying up her rather imperfect braid, she settled a hand atop her hip.]
Well, neither of us look dishevelled. Probably hasn't been long enough for anything to have gone... awry, as it were. I doubt anyone is going to bat an eye if they take more than a cursory glance. There's likely no need for a spectacle this time.
[Lifting a hand to stifle a yawn, she raised her arms above her head in a long stretch, tiefling tail swaying back and forth behind her. And at least in those moments she felt considerably less leader and almost more what she genuinely was, just a cleric with poor sleeping habits and sometimes juvenile antics.]
Best we get to it. There's no rest for the weary, it seems.
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Date: 2023-12-08 03:12 pm (UTC)It was probably for the better just not to address anything about Halsin. What would that guy think if he even knew how someone like Astarion spoke about him? She wasn't going to ask and Nepione, frankly, didn't want to know. At least their druid guide had the good sense to keep his thoughts where they belonged. Better to let him focus on whatever it was calling him to Moonrise. Distractions could be deadly.
He looked pleased and she felt... Well. Tired. Which she suspected a part of her was, but not through any fault of his own. Their circumstances made her tired. Tired and worried. And it was hard holding all of that to herself or trying to hold it to herself. But they all had their burdens, didn't they? It never seemed like a right time for a heart-to-heart and frankly, it seemed stupid to try having one with any of them.
It was better just to lock up all of her feelings and pretend they weren't there. Just focus on whatever was in front of her. At the present moment, that was Astarion and his little rendezvous that he wanted to take her on. As she carefully finished tying up her rather imperfect braid, she settled a hand atop her hip.]
Well, neither of us look dishevelled. Probably hasn't been long enough for anything to have gone... awry, as it were. I doubt anyone is going to bat an eye if they take more than a cursory glance. There's likely no need for a spectacle this time.
[Lifting a hand to stifle a yawn, she raised her arms above her head in a long stretch, tiefling tail swaying back and forth behind her. And at least in those moments she felt considerably less leader and almost more what she genuinely was, just a cleric with poor sleeping habits and sometimes juvenile antics.]
Best we get to it. There's no rest for the weary, it seems.