Well. Were I to condemn your home for but one experience I had with it, I would be a hypocrite. I mean — you saw Menzoberranzan.
[ And surely Fane was of the mind to treat Drizzt's difficult homeland the same way as he was going to treat every other world! 8)
Gently, he cups his hands around the back of Fane's own, folding them around bone. There is nothing to the man, he's full of holes and made of a too-slender existence that incites the most protective urgency within Drizzt. Fane is curious and driven, wonderfully intelligent and creative — and he worries for his mental wellbeing all the time. There is something painfully fragile about it, like one truth that does not align with his goals will shatter him into pieces. ( The thought of Fane falling chokes the drow, seizes his throat in a hot fist and staggers him. He cannot let that happen. )
He can imagine the agents of Lolth treating a surface elf the way that Fane describes; torturing them through life and death, until their longevity was a cursed stain upon all that touched the land they were left to poison. A bit like most drow, he thinks. ]
Why suspicious? It feels like you. So faint and small, but I could tell it was you.
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[ And surely Fane was of the mind to treat Drizzt's difficult homeland the same way as he was going to treat every other world! 8)
Gently, he cups his hands around the back of Fane's own, folding them around bone. There is nothing to the man, he's full of holes and made of a too-slender existence that incites the most protective urgency within Drizzt. Fane is curious and driven, wonderfully intelligent and creative — and he worries for his mental wellbeing all the time. There is something painfully fragile about it, like one truth that does not align with his goals will shatter him into pieces. ( The thought of Fane falling chokes the drow, seizes his throat in a hot fist and staggers him. He cannot let that happen. )
He can imagine the agents of Lolth treating a surface elf the way that Fane describes; torturing them through life and death, until their longevity was a cursed stain upon all that touched the land they were left to poison. A bit like most drow, he thinks. ]
Why suspicious? It feels like you. So faint and small, but I could tell it was you.