[ Fane looks back towards Drizzt as he speaks, and as has been the case every time since he'd (foolishly, perhaps) undone his manacles, he feels the phantom tightness in his chest that's... Troubling. He's not so ignorant to his own feelings to not know what it means, but it's terribly, terrible inconvenient. He'd had this burgeoning feeling in getting to know Ifan, and it's the same now. His heart wars against what he feels he must do.
He watches the touch of Drizzt's hand against his hand, and he feels the reflexive spark of bitterness that always happens. He was never someone that desired touch all that strongly before, but now...
He draws his hand away, but it's gently, not a flinch. He reaches into the bag at his side and starts to rummage through it. ]
...It's beautiful. It's not what I imagined of the Veil, and I don't think that's exactly what this is. But it feels similar.
[ He sees what he's digging for, and he feels just a bit shy to grasp it, but... After a pause, he pulls out a glove that's been repurposed as a bag. It's the best protective barrier he'd had at hand, so he reaches into it and pulls out— A Shard. It looks familiar, because of course it would. It's so similar to the one Drizzt has, after all, and Fane's bony hands barely obscure it.
He looks back to Drizzt and pauses. Like those manacles, this feels like maybe something he shouldn't do. But he offers it to Drizzt all the same. ]
...I wish I would have seen the Spine of the World. It sounds beautiful too.
[ And implicit in holding this out now... He'd seen Drizzt's city and found it a bad place, to say the least. ]
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He watches the touch of Drizzt's hand against his hand, and he feels the reflexive spark of bitterness that always happens. He was never someone that desired touch all that strongly before, but now...
He draws his hand away, but it's gently, not a flinch. He reaches into the bag at his side and starts to rummage through it. ]
...It's beautiful. It's not what I imagined of the Veil, and I don't think that's exactly what this is. But it feels similar.
[ He sees what he's digging for, and he feels just a bit shy to grasp it, but... After a pause, he pulls out a glove that's been repurposed as a bag. It's the best protective barrier he'd had at hand, so he reaches into it and pulls out— A Shard. It looks familiar, because of course it would. It's so similar to the one Drizzt has, after all, and Fane's bony hands barely obscure it.
He looks back to Drizzt and pauses. Like those manacles, this feels like maybe something he shouldn't do. But he offers it to Drizzt all the same. ]
...I wish I would have seen the Spine of the World. It sounds beautiful too.
[ And implicit in holding this out now... He'd seen Drizzt's city and found it a bad place, to say the least. ]