mygod | audience: astarion

[ 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.

What happened?

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[ 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. ]

[ YEAH? ]

… [ 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.

[ she picks up another potato. ]

But you get used to it.

[ 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?

That's a word for it, yeah. But there's some relief, in learning a bit of a truth that you were locked away from.

[ ah. she shakes her head. ]

This is probably a mood killer, though!

[ looks at her.

waves his knife around. this whole place is a mood killer. ]

Getting something you didn't know you were being denied is always good.

I do like getting answers. But I guess we all do.

[ 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?

... Hang out with who?

Gale.

[ ... ]

No, elves.

I hang out with Gale plenty?

[ 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?

Astarion... I really don't like that vampire guy.

[ this is really the biggest understatement in the world, but between that and the memshare... this guy SUCKS. ]

Good. You can join the club if you like, I'm thinking of creating a secret handshake.

Oh, you definitely should. Nothing makes you feel cooler than a good, secret handshake.

[ this is a fact... ]

Help me think of one then.

Hm, then...

[ she sets her potato and peeler down, and holds a hand out to him. their stupid new secret handshake workshop ]

[ i guess they are making a handshake even though astarion clearly doesn’t know what he’s doing. it’s all on you, pesto. ]

[ it's fine

it is elaborate and idiotic but funny ]

[ he will do his best not to forget it immediately.

when they are done with the super special secret handshake-- he will look at the potato bucket. ] Do you think that's enough?