[She was certain, that as it had so many days ago (at least it felt like many days, weeks, something rather), the moment he left her, the relief was as palpable as it had been when Gale's presence had essentially rescued her. Not to say that Astarion likely thought to kill her. She was certain that if he was going to do that, he would have done so much earlier. Now, there wasn't really a point to doing so unless he had some very long, drawn-out ruse. She didn't think that was impossible, but she did think it was unlikely.
She rifled through her things, finding where she'd set her normal day-to-day wear aside. Metal was out of the question, though she donned that more often than she would have liked to. Given what they were likely getting themselves into, it was easier to be subdued in something lighter. Nepione clad herself in relatively firm, dark leathers. They weren't going to protect her much if she got impaled with a knife, but it probably wasn't going to go clean through unless someone spent a remarkable amount of intimate time with a whetstone.
Despite the way she'd drawn her hair back, most of it got pulled up rather high. Although she tended to let it dangle, more than a few comments from the others had been made on how long it was. She wasn't of the mind to have it hacked off for the sake of her own misguided idea of stability, but it seemed reasonable that she could compromise. Otherwise, it would have been all too convenient for a hand to simply reach out and grab and slice up her pretty neck. Not that she thought anything like that was going to happen on this night either.
With a right, proper satchel of poultices, salves, potions, an adequate mace tucked into its holder, impressive with its blunt detailing, and just enough weight to pack enough of a strike if she needed it to, she assessed herself in full-body mirror and decided she would probably suffice. She hoped, anyway. Better to be over-prepared than under and she still couldn't quite say what Astarion's intents were. Other than to leave her constantly in a state of uncertainty.
And quite possibly fluster.
Closing her tent up behind her, she cast a look up to the sky, trying to determine how many hours of night there likely were to remain. Would she get much sleep, or would it simply turn into an excessively exhausting day? Spotting an ever patient vampire spawn, she began to close the distance between them, taking one more moment as she did so to draw her hands along her frame, securing accoutrements into place.
"We shouldn't tarry," she reminded him, ever practical (at least for this). "If you find yourself ready, let's make way, shall we?"
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Date: 2023-12-09 04:54 pm (UTC)She rifled through her things, finding where she'd set her normal day-to-day wear aside. Metal was out of the question, though she donned that more often than she would have liked to. Given what they were likely getting themselves into, it was easier to be subdued in something lighter. Nepione clad herself in relatively firm, dark leathers. They weren't going to protect her much if she got impaled with a knife, but it probably wasn't going to go clean through unless someone spent a remarkable amount of intimate time with a whetstone.
Despite the way she'd drawn her hair back, most of it got pulled up rather high. Although she tended to let it dangle, more than a few comments from the others had been made on how long it was. She wasn't of the mind to have it hacked off for the sake of her own misguided idea of stability, but it seemed reasonable that she could compromise. Otherwise, it would have been all too convenient for a hand to simply reach out and grab and slice up her pretty neck. Not that she thought anything like that was going to happen on this night either.
With a right, proper satchel of poultices, salves, potions, an adequate mace tucked into its holder, impressive with its blunt detailing, and just enough weight to pack enough of a strike if she needed it to, she assessed herself in full-body mirror and decided she would probably suffice. She hoped, anyway. Better to be over-prepared than under and she still couldn't quite say what Astarion's intents were. Other than to leave her constantly in a state of uncertainty.
And quite possibly fluster.
Closing her tent up behind her, she cast a look up to the sky, trying to determine how many hours of night there likely were to remain. Would she get much sleep, or would it simply turn into an excessively exhausting day? Spotting an ever patient vampire spawn, she began to close the distance between them, taking one more moment as she did so to draw her hands along her frame, securing accoutrements into place.
"We shouldn't tarry," she reminded him, ever practical (at least for this). "If you find yourself ready, let's make way, shall we?"