["Not to be rude, darling, but you're not exactly my type."
No. She really didn't think she was. In any form of the word. Nothing about Nepione was Astarion's type as far as she was concerned, which made anything between them all the more perplexing because it simply didn't make sense. Instead of giving voice to any of that, however, she opted for simply nodding along and letting him have his way. A rarity, that, when she wasn't interjecting or otherwise trying to course correct something she thought was going to end up with them in more trouble than was necessary.
His lack of faith was also not terribly surprising. He'd made the point she thought he would as well. What kind of god would have allowed him to be turned into what he was? Not to say that gods were usually of the mind to individually interfere in the lives of their followers. Aside from Mystra, she'd not really thought of gods to be the sorts to do that. If a god had thousands of followers (and that was underestimating, surely), then it just wasn't feasible to answer every single prayer. One could not show favour without provoking jealousy in others, so objectively, it seemed like the right decision to simply not be involved in anyone's personal life.
Evidently Mystra was not included in that if Gale's admittance to bedding her was really true.]
That. Is fair.
[Nepione admitted as she trailed after him. She'd had no intentions, for his sake, of getting into long spiels about what SelΓ»ne made her feel or how she thought the Moonmaiden was looking after her, for surely, otherwise the pale blue tiefling would have met her end already. She was certainly not still alive by her own merits, after all.
As she followed in his footsteps, carefully scaling the rock he'd jumped atop, she found herself stopping at his side, gazing at the fortress he made indication toward. It probably wouldn't take as long as it looked like it might. Depended on their pacing. How the silence would be filled, if it was to be filled at all. Little variables here and there.]
That's around the perimeter, right? [Trying to get her bearings in terms of direction and orientation, with furrowed brow, she lifts her hands as if trying to map out exactly where they'd started and where they were at present.] Shouldn't be too difficult. We've certainly been through worse, I think.
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No. She really didn't think she was. In any form of the word. Nothing about Nepione was Astarion's type as far as she was concerned, which made anything between them all the more perplexing because it simply didn't make sense. Instead of giving voice to any of that, however, she opted for simply nodding along and letting him have his way. A rarity, that, when she wasn't interjecting or otherwise trying to course correct something she thought was going to end up with them in more trouble than was necessary.
His lack of faith was also not terribly surprising. He'd made the point she thought he would as well. What kind of god would have allowed him to be turned into what he was? Not to say that gods were usually of the mind to individually interfere in the lives of their followers. Aside from Mystra, she'd not really thought of gods to be the sorts to do that. If a god had thousands of followers (and that was underestimating, surely), then it just wasn't feasible to answer every single prayer. One could not show favour without provoking jealousy in others, so objectively, it seemed like the right decision to simply not be involved in anyone's personal life.
Evidently Mystra was not included in that if Gale's admittance to bedding her was really true.]
That. Is fair.
[Nepione admitted as she trailed after him. She'd had no intentions, for his sake, of getting into long spiels about what SelΓ»ne made her feel or how she thought the Moonmaiden was looking after her, for surely, otherwise the pale blue tiefling would have met her end already. She was certainly not still alive by her own merits, after all.
As she followed in his footsteps, carefully scaling the rock he'd jumped atop, she found herself stopping at his side, gazing at the fortress he made indication toward. It probably wouldn't take as long as it looked like it might. Depended on their pacing. How the silence would be filled, if it was to be filled at all. Little variables here and there.]
That's around the perimeter, right? [Trying to get her bearings in terms of direction and orientation, with furrowed brow, she lifts her hands as if trying to map out exactly where they'd started and where they were at present.] Shouldn't be too difficult. We've certainly been through worse, I think.