( The blonde's eyes linger on the skyline before her, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement and childlike wonder; this is a sight she will never tire of. As Elspeth turns to Troy, she tucks a few rogue strands of hair behind her ear as the sea breeze picks up.
Her eyebrows knit together as she listens to him, her features falling slightly but she does her best to keep a neutral face; after everything she has gone through (in both this land and her own), Elspeth should be used to such news. )
Th-there's nothing to be sorry for, you are telling me now. ( Her voice cracks slightly with emotion, having to avert her eyes momentarily as she collects herself.
Quietly she follows alongside Troy, her index and middle fingers linked together as she avoids wringing her hands. )
I am glad you were able to get the other's home safely, that is all I could hope for.
As for myself, the news isn't a complete shock. After the calamity between the gods, Mystra the goddess of magic used the last of her powers to bring as much of the weave onto the planet to ensure magic could be used without her. Perhaps with that much magic, it would have been a target and she — hid the world?
( Elspeth is sure there's a better more technical term he would use or understand, but her knowledge of his world is still limited. )
Perhaps. But it's nothing we haven't dealt with before. It's only finding a right - signature - that's taking a while.
[ He too took a moment to find the right term that would effectively relay his thoughts. He's used to talking with otherworlders, and yet there's times it doesn't feel easier than it did the first time ]
In the meantime, I'm here for you. Let's give it a week. That's my guess. So you have time to enjoy what my world has to offer and I'll be happy to guide you.
[ He says, his voice becoming more proud and happy now that he feels a big weight off his shoulders. And something in him does want to spend time with her, both to make up for her bad experiences with his planet's culture, and to also get to know her on a personal level ]
( Unlacing her fingers, Elspeth turns to face Troy, her head cocking to the side slightly — a few rogue strands of hair falling into her face. She raises an eyebrow slightly in curiosity. )
Are you asking if I have any hobbies? ( She laughs softly, her shoulders rolling slightly as she tries to rid herself of any tension that might have built talking about her home. )
I believe it has been ... ten years since the start of the war campaign against Asmodeus and his forces, and for as far as I am aware, the battle is still ongoing. Drafted into the army, I was barely fifteen and had been fighting since.
There was little time to develop habits; I spent most of my free time reading books on strategies, honing my healing skills, and attending to the wounded. Occasionally I gave into drinking with my comrades, and most of all, I was attending to my lady.
Before that, I was indentured in the service of the church. As you can imagine, there was little time for anything considered fun. I took up the art of wood carving; several grand hall pieces are my work.
Another workaholic soldier. No wonder I felt a connection.
[ He chuckles. He feels able to relate, as he even forgot what his hobbies are these days. He had some before he became as busy as he is now, but sometimes he wonders if he'll ever find time or passion to pick them up again ]
But, that must have been a hard life.
[ He had other things in mind that he wanted to ask, but he lets her have some wiggle room to say what else she was free to and just took note of what she said about herself. His look shows empathy for her situation for like he said, he too is a workaholic soldier. His stride slows to match her smaller ones, thinking perhaps he can help her find some fun in life before she inevitably gets taken back. Taken from him...
But maybe some of his own flaws is compelling him to, feeling like he too needs to enjoy life a little as well. So what if they both do? That can't be a bad thing. These thoughts conflict with his usual self who's so dedicated to his work. ]
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( The blonde's eyes linger on the skyline before her, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement and childlike wonder; this is a sight she will never tire of. As Elspeth turns to Troy, she tucks a few rogue strands of hair behind her ear as the sea breeze picks up.
Her eyebrows knit together as she listens to him, her features falling slightly but she does her best to keep a neutral face; after everything she has gone through (in both this land and her own), Elspeth should be used to such news. )
Th-there's nothing to be sorry for, you are telling me now. ( Her voice cracks slightly with emotion, having to avert her eyes momentarily as she collects herself.
Quietly she follows alongside Troy, her index and middle fingers linked together as she avoids wringing her hands. )
I am glad you were able to get the other's home safely, that is all I could hope for.
As for myself, the news isn't a complete shock. After the calamity between the gods, Mystra the goddess of magic used the last of her powers to bring as much of the weave onto the planet to ensure magic could be used without her. Perhaps with that much magic, it would have been a target and she — hid the world?
( Elspeth is sure there's a better more technical term he would use or understand, but her knowledge of his world is still limited. )
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[ He too took a moment to find the right term that would effectively relay his thoughts. He's used to talking with otherworlders, and yet there's times it doesn't feel easier than it did the first time ]
In the meantime, I'm here for you. Let's give it a week. That's my guess. So you have time to enjoy what my world has to offer and I'll be happy to guide you.
[ He says, his voice becoming more proud and happy now that he feels a big weight off his shoulders. And something in him does want to spend time with her, both to make up for her bad experiences with his planet's culture, and to also get to know her on a personal level ]
What is it that you like to do back home?
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( Unlacing her fingers, Elspeth turns to face Troy, her head cocking to the side slightly — a few rogue strands of hair falling into her face. She raises an eyebrow slightly in curiosity. )
Are you asking if I have any hobbies? ( She laughs softly, her shoulders rolling slightly as she tries to rid herself of any tension that might have built talking about her home. )
I believe it has been ... ten years since the start of the war campaign against Asmodeus and his forces, and for as far as I am aware, the battle is still ongoing. Drafted into the army, I was barely fifteen and had been fighting since.
There was little time to develop habits; I spent most of my free time reading books on strategies, honing my healing skills, and attending to the wounded. Occasionally I gave into drinking with my comrades, and most of all, I was attending to my lady.
Before that, I was indentured in the service of the church. As you can imagine, there was little time for anything considered fun. I took up the art of wood carving; several grand hall pieces are my work.
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[ He chuckles. He feels able to relate, as he even forgot what his hobbies are these days. He had some before he became as busy as he is now, but sometimes he wonders if he'll ever find time or passion to pick them up again ]
But, that must have been a hard life.
[ He had other things in mind that he wanted to ask, but he lets her have some wiggle room to say what else she was free to and just took note of what she said about herself. His look shows empathy for her situation for like he said, he too is a workaholic soldier. His stride slows to match her smaller ones, thinking perhaps he can help her find some fun in life before she inevitably gets taken back. Taken from him...
But maybe some of his own flaws is compelling him to, feeling like he too needs to enjoy life a little as well. So what if they both do? That can't be a bad thing. These thoughts conflict with his usual self who's so dedicated to his work. ]