[ Surely nothing terrible will ever happen again to the two of them, and they'll navigate their future journey sanely and safely without conflict. Surely.
In the meantime: Tara. In an effort to be somewhat polite (?) to the tressym, Iorveth rolls and sits up, sliding along soft bedsheets so that he has his back to the headboard with Astarion still tucked against his chest. The usual position, with Astarion draped like a silver vampire-shaped blanket over Iorveth's body. ]
Tara. [ An implicit correction. Not a cat, yes, they know. She has a name!!! ] Magnanimous of you, to allow Gale to use you as an envoy.
[ Their visitor flaps onto the edge of the bed, where she stretches her wings with avian-feline grace. "Mr. Dekarios can get quite ambitious about breakfast. But considering his talent in the kitchen, you should consider yourself lucky to be invited to his table."
Protective, Iorveth thinks. The epitome of "I'm allowed to bully him, but not you." Kind of reminds him of someone, actually. (Ha ha.)
"I think we may even have some blood sausage in the pantry," she continues. ]
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In the meantime: Tara. In an effort to be somewhat polite (?) to the tressym, Iorveth rolls and sits up, sliding along soft bedsheets so that he has his back to the headboard with Astarion still tucked against his chest. The usual position, with Astarion draped like a silver vampire-shaped blanket over Iorveth's body. ]
Tara. [ An implicit correction. Not a cat, yes, they know. She has a name!!! ] Magnanimous of you, to allow Gale to use you as an envoy.
[ Their visitor flaps onto the edge of the bed, where she stretches her wings with avian-feline grace. "Mr. Dekarios can get quite ambitious about breakfast. But considering his talent in the kitchen, you should consider yourself lucky to be invited to his table."
Protective, Iorveth thinks. The epitome of "I'm allowed to bully him, but not you." Kind of reminds him of someone, actually. (Ha ha.)
"I think we may even have some blood sausage in the pantry," she continues. ]