Memories of Snow
Apr 12, 2022 4:21:05 GMT -5
Post by Halrae on Apr 12, 2022 4:21:05 GMT -5
Halrae chuckled at the assessment.
"No, that was Mythias' job. I was the one behind him hitting everyone who thought they could get past me too, or thought they'd be safe being 'out of my reach.' Helped to keep Calthyn safer too, since I was quick enough to strike anyone who went by me and I could stop them in their tracks in the process." If the drow sounded proud of herself, well, in a sense she was very proud of her tactical ability. Even more so, perhaps, that she was part of the 'defensive' line, emphasis on 'defensive.' Probably wasn't common that a drow would be defending the back line because she honestly cared about said back line members.
All Halrae could do was cough quietly when Zenith commented on her trusting him, fidgeting slightly in place as she shifted to a different topic for the moment.
"I wish I could see your home, too - I can imagine that to produce someone like you it must be something." Her tone said clearly that she was speaking a compliment. "I mean, not to sound like it might but an entire population of your kind being able to do what you've told me you can and flying in the air and everything… " She could only shake her head, not able to find any words for it. "It must be a place of wonders beyond anything Faerun could produce, even the priests of Gond or island of Lantan." Chath, trying to be helpful, provided Zenith with an image of a man in priestly robes and a multi-lensed set of goggles on his head, not unlike a jeweler's headset, with a symbol worn around his neck of a toothed cog with four spokes. Absently Halrae touched her smoked goggles, as ever set on her head while she was out of the sun. "This, and maybe some of the gnomish contraptions, were some of the most advanced technology I'd ever encountered until here."
She paused, seeming to wrestle with herself. Drathir nudged her with his nose and she finally came to a conclusion.
"I think they'd like me to trust others more. When Mythias and Calthyn started getting older, and especially after as lost There and Dese, they once told me that they worried I'd eventually be alone. We knew that Prince Kearis and I would outlive nearly everyone else and eventually he'd have to go home, and since drow aren't very welcome anywhere none of us were quite sure what I'd do in the end. I tried to play it off but I knew even then they were true." She shrugged, once more playing the unaffected card, then grinned.
"I can imagine your family if they produced you. A household of boisterous family excitement!"
"No, that was Mythias' job. I was the one behind him hitting everyone who thought they could get past me too, or thought they'd be safe being 'out of my reach.' Helped to keep Calthyn safer too, since I was quick enough to strike anyone who went by me and I could stop them in their tracks in the process." If the drow sounded proud of herself, well, in a sense she was very proud of her tactical ability. Even more so, perhaps, that she was part of the 'defensive' line, emphasis on 'defensive.' Probably wasn't common that a drow would be defending the back line because she honestly cared about said back line members.
All Halrae could do was cough quietly when Zenith commented on her trusting him, fidgeting slightly in place as she shifted to a different topic for the moment.
"I wish I could see your home, too - I can imagine that to produce someone like you it must be something." Her tone said clearly that she was speaking a compliment. "I mean, not to sound like it might but an entire population of your kind being able to do what you've told me you can and flying in the air and everything… " She could only shake her head, not able to find any words for it. "It must be a place of wonders beyond anything Faerun could produce, even the priests of Gond or island of Lantan." Chath, trying to be helpful, provided Zenith with an image of a man in priestly robes and a multi-lensed set of goggles on his head, not unlike a jeweler's headset, with a symbol worn around his neck of a toothed cog with four spokes. Absently Halrae touched her smoked goggles, as ever set on her head while she was out of the sun. "This, and maybe some of the gnomish contraptions, were some of the most advanced technology I'd ever encountered until here."
She paused, seeming to wrestle with herself. Drathir nudged her with his nose and she finally came to a conclusion.
"I think they'd like me to trust others more. When Mythias and Calthyn started getting older, and especially after as lost There and Dese, they once told me that they worried I'd eventually be alone. We knew that Prince Kearis and I would outlive nearly everyone else and eventually he'd have to go home, and since drow aren't very welcome anywhere none of us were quite sure what I'd do in the end. I tried to play it off but I knew even then they were true." She shrugged, once more playing the unaffected card, then grinned.
"I can imagine your family if they produced you. A household of boisterous family excitement!"