Anyone who could help with his cause was perfectly his type, it was just a comment for the camp itself. Even if they were devoted to silent Gods who barely cared about their subjects. Unless they could warm their beds, apparently, if Gale's story was true. And if it was, then he felt disgusted by yet another tale of a powerful mentor who taught their students and then seduced them- that was how the world worked, yes, but from creatures that acted all high and mighty and were above their subjects, he expected something better.
As the goddess of magic she could just conjure herself something, right? Well, it was only his problem because now Astarion had to keep his eyes open for magical items a certain wizard could eat. Ah, but he wasn't going to court a cleric if he just spoke of how lowly he cared about about all the lies and manipulations of the gods.
Astation stood there for a moment, thinking of how to recover a bit from his moment of honesty and glanced up at the sky, a faint memory vaguely resurfacing in the distance.]
You... my family would have liked you. They worshiped Sehanine.
[His tone was distant for a moment, perhaps tinted with the slightest nostalgia.
Was it true or was it just a very convincing lie he used many times while explaining why he only wanted to meet others at night, often at the park when the moon was mostly obscured and the only source of light was from the stars. To admire them better, he would say, and people would fall in his trap.
The vampire shrugged, like tossing aside an unwanted memory, and slid down to move to the other side of the rock without big issues. As the gentleman he was, he reached up with his cold hand, offering the cleric some support on her way down.]
Yes. We must keep distance from the fields you see on the right, I am certain I saw things move there and it wasn't wildlife, but for the rest it seems quite calm.
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Date: 2023-12-10 04:44 pm (UTC)Anyone who could help with his cause was perfectly his type, it was just a comment for the camp itself. Even if they were devoted to silent Gods who barely cared about their subjects. Unless they could warm their beds, apparently, if Gale's story was true. And if it was, then he felt disgusted by yet another tale of a powerful mentor who taught their students and then seduced them- that was how the world worked, yes, but from creatures that acted all high and mighty and were above their subjects, he expected something better.
As the goddess of magic she could just conjure herself something, right? Well, it was only his problem because now Astarion had to keep his eyes open for magical items a certain wizard could eat. Ah, but he wasn't going to court a cleric if he just spoke of how lowly he cared about about all the lies and manipulations of the gods.
Astation stood there for a moment, thinking of how to recover a bit from his moment of honesty and glanced up at the sky, a faint memory vaguely resurfacing in the distance.]
You... my family would have liked you. They worshiped Sehanine.
[His tone was distant for a moment, perhaps tinted with the slightest nostalgia.
Was it true or was it just a very convincing lie he used many times while explaining why he only wanted to meet others at night, often at the park when the moon was mostly obscured and the only source of light was from the stars. To admire them better, he would say, and people would fall in his trap.
The vampire shrugged, like tossing aside an unwanted memory, and slid down to move to the other side of the rock without big issues. As the gentleman he was, he reached up with his cold hand, offering the cleric some support on her way down.]
Yes. We must keep distance from the fields you see on the right, I am certain I saw things move there and it wasn't wildlife, but for the rest it seems quite calm.