[ elf to elf communication. elf to elf conversation. ]
I do know one other, but he's very... my name is Halsin and I speak for the trees. Nice man though. Fairly sure someone's written poetry about his biceps.
[ he does a completely unnecessary twirl of the peeler before getting to work. for a trophy wife who doesn't cook he's surprisingly good at peeling potatoes. ]
[ watches this like ah yes. halsin, you have competition. ]
Hm.
[ he grabs another potato and cracks on with that one. ] There’s still a lot of them in Faerun. Especially in the Underdark where the Drow historically live. [ his head swivels 180 to look at essek from a totally different thread (no it doesn’t) ] But we’re certainly not endangered or anything like that.
[ she glances upwards for a second at the mention of drows, before looking back at the task at hand. ]
Oh, there's a disease back home that's pretty bad for everyone. But it's especially deadly to us-- it wiped elves to close to extinction that most people don't even know we exist. I had to find out what I am from a book.
[ it wasn't super fun.
but she carefully peels her own potatoes as she talks. ]
… [ his nose wrinkles. ] That bad, hm? I mean, we don’t outnumber some of the more widespread races like humans, but I’ve never had to learn what I was from a book. [ he’s always been and been aware of the fact he’s an elf. ]
Did people just think you were born with strangely elongated ears?
Aha, they probably thought I was some odd mix of a few races, or something! There's a few others with ears like this, but they normally have other features like a tail or something... It's easier to assume that, instead of me being something they never heard of.
[ he'd never thought of what people would think if most of the elves died out, honestly. after a moment he'll drop the potato in the bucket and pick up another. the potato mountain. ]
I suppose there's logic to that. Finding out you were something else entirely must have been... [ what exactly to say? ] Shocking might not be the word. Confusing?
... Well, the small issue of being a vampiric spawn under the thrall of someone who wouldn't have let me go commune with the elves of Baldur's Gate other than to drag them back to his lair for what I thought was his dinner, but turned out to be a hellish sacrificial ritual?
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[ they return with drinks and set one down for him. ]
We're going to be top chefs, bud.
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Are they cooked...?
[ hell yeah. top chef. ]
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Ohh, you'll be a great trophy wife one day.
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[ he sips his drink. like a trophy wife drinking and making dinner for the husband he doesn't have. ]
Are you cooking in the full get up?
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I guess it's a little inconvenient...
[ ......
they sigh, and then take a moment to fumble to take the Uniform. wait a second. after a moment... tada. ]
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POINTY EARS.
astarion's own flick. ]
Ah, I wasn't aware we had something in common.
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but she shrugs. ]
Yeah... sorry!
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[ ear twinsies. ]
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[ sometimes you are chihuahua shaking on the inside ]
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[ francy playing a chihuahua... ]
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but there's a pause, before she will go and hand him a potato and a peeler. ]
Well, you're connected to me, so there we go!
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I do know one other, but he's very... my name is Halsin and I speak for the trees. Nice man though. Fairly sure someone's written poetry about his biceps.
[ he does a completely unnecessary twirl of the peeler before getting to work. for a trophy wife who doesn't cook he's surprisingly good at peeling potatoes. ]
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I only saw other elves for the first time pretty recently? And then here. There's not really many left, where I'm from.
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Hm.
[ he grabs another potato and cracks on with that one. ] There’s still a lot of them in Faerun. Especially in the Underdark where the Drow historically live. [ his head swivels 180 to look at essek from a totally different thread (no it doesn’t) ] But we’re certainly not endangered or anything like that.
What happened?
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Oh, there's a disease back home that's pretty bad for everyone. But it's especially deadly to us-- it wiped elves to close to extinction that most people don't even know we exist. I had to find out what I am from a book.
[ it wasn't super fun.
but she carefully peels her own potatoes as she talks. ]
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… [ his nose wrinkles. ] That bad, hm? I mean, we don’t outnumber some of the more widespread races like humans, but I’ve never had to learn what I was from a book. [ he’s always been and been aware of the fact he’s an elf. ]
Did people just think you were born with strangely elongated ears?
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[ she picks up another potato. ]
But you get used to it.
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I suppose there's logic to that. Finding out you were something else entirely must have been... [ what exactly to say? ] Shocking might not be the word. Confusing?
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[ ah. she shakes her head. ]
This is probably a mood killer, though!
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waves his knife around. this whole place is a mood killer. ]
Getting something you didn't know you were being denied is always good.
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[ again, this place is a good example of that.
she goes back to peeling, but after a pause, ]
... why didn't you hang out with them?
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[ ... ]
No, elves.
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[ yeah? ]
... Well, the small issue of being a vampiric spawn under the thrall of someone who wouldn't have let me go commune with the elves of Baldur's Gate other than to drag them back to his lair for what I thought was his dinner, but turned out to be a hellish sacrificial ritual?
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[ this is really the biggest understatement in the world, but between that and the memshare... this guy SUCKS. ]
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