[ Fane considers the question and the offer to share with a pensive hum. The Veil is… difficult to explain, because he’d spent mortal lifetimes trying to find the words to describe it. Their words feel so clumsy and ill-fitting to the power and beauty of it, so he does stumble a bit over that. Indeed, if he could only show it to Drizzt, that would be better, but he only has his imagination there.
…It’s why he goes with the practical, ultimately. Even if he’s a researcher of the arcane and the impossible, he still prefers easy, tangible things, in a way. This Shard that he’d collected is actually convenient in the fact that it’s kind of both. ]
Oh, “dove” makes it sound more dramatic than it was.
[ The soft expression of surprise makes Fane retreat to what he knows best: biting, dismissive sarcasm. He waves his other hand lightly to match his tone. ]
No, I simply walked. There are some benefits to be had when you’re in this state, at least. No lungs means no drowning. It’s not the first time I’ve just waltzed my way along the floor of— Well, the last time it was an ocean, but the point remains. And anything that dwells in the depths isn’t so interested in you when you’ve nothing for them to eat.
[ …Of course, what he’d seen at the bottom of the lake was far more grotesque than the Joy sinking. Perhaps it shouldn’t have been a surprise with how brutal Drizzt’s city seemed to be, but... He’d felt nothing when corpses from the ship en route to the Joy had floated around him. Stepping down into those macabre depths had been much more sobering, and it’s nothing he’s inclined to speak of readily. It’s not for himself, though. That’s a horror he’d readily bear rather than tell Drizzt more of it. If he knows what’s there, then the stories surely had to be enough.
He draws his hand away, but his attention remains on the Shard in Drizzt’s hands. It’s potentially because it’s easier to look at than his face. ]
Well, I was hoping it was the world’s, but… It wasn’t. [ He would have crushed it, and it would have been the only one. So far, it’s the only one he’s consigned to the Void too. ] I… did not know what to do with it. Nor did I think that was my choice to make.
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…It’s why he goes with the practical, ultimately. Even if he’s a researcher of the arcane and the impossible, he still prefers easy, tangible things, in a way. This Shard that he’d collected is actually convenient in the fact that it’s kind of both. ]
Oh, “dove” makes it sound more dramatic than it was.
[ The soft expression of surprise makes Fane retreat to what he knows best: biting, dismissive sarcasm. He waves his other hand lightly to match his tone. ]
No, I simply walked. There are some benefits to be had when you’re in this state, at least. No lungs means no drowning. It’s not the first time I’ve just waltzed my way along the floor of— Well, the last time it was an ocean, but the point remains. And anything that dwells in the depths isn’t so interested in you when you’ve nothing for them to eat.
[ …Of course, what he’d seen at the bottom of the lake was far more grotesque than the Joy sinking. Perhaps it shouldn’t have been a surprise with how brutal Drizzt’s city seemed to be, but... He’d felt nothing when corpses from the ship en route to the Joy had floated around him. Stepping down into those macabre depths had been much more sobering, and it’s nothing he’s inclined to speak of readily. It’s not for himself, though. That’s a horror he’d readily bear rather than tell Drizzt more of it. If he knows what’s there, then the stories surely had to be enough.
He draws his hand away, but his attention remains on the Shard in Drizzt’s hands. It’s potentially because it’s easier to look at than his face. ]
Well, I was hoping it was the world’s, but… It wasn’t. [ He would have crushed it, and it would have been the only one. So far, it’s the only one he’s consigned to the Void too. ] I… did not know what to do with it. Nor did I think that was my choice to make.