[ Cute. Iorveth looks over his shoulder to see the kid with the flute resume his playing (slightly less poorly), then slides his focus back to Astarion, who still has a few beads of sweat clinging to his temple. Iorveth wipes at them with his sleeve. ]
Communalism and coexistence are core tenets of my people, [ he explains, vocalizing what he'd been thinking earlier, back in the tavern. ] Thus, children may be brats, but they're our brats.
[ The sort of concept that Astarion might not relate to, but the sum total of Iorveth's world up until now. The reason why he's so angry all the time about the pain being inflicted upon his own, and the reason why he cares so little about pain being inflicted upon himself.
That said, "princess" is still offensive. It earns Astarion a flick to his perfectly-shaped nose. ]
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Communalism and coexistence are core tenets of my people, [ he explains, vocalizing what he'd been thinking earlier, back in the tavern. ] Thus, children may be brats, but they're our brats.
[ The sort of concept that Astarion might not relate to, but the sum total of Iorveth's world up until now. The reason why he's so angry all the time about the pain being inflicted upon his own, and the reason why he cares so little about pain being inflicted upon himself.
That said, "princess" is still offensive. It earns Astarion a flick to his perfectly-shaped nose. ]
Did your food give you any trouble?