[ Portals are always a little disconcerting; the stark feeling of nothingness for a brief moment followed by a sudden pop back into reality has Astarion blinking away the dizziness. It's probably for the best that they don't take their time walking tonight. Petras already confronted them, so who's to say the rest of his siblings aren't close behind? He's already too worn out from one family reunion. Another would be overkill.
He opens the front door to the Elfsong for Iorveth, playing at being gentlemanly. It's the sort of thing he never does, which makes it the sort of thing that's kind of fun to do. ]
In that memory, you wore it long and braided. Very rustic.
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He opens the front door to the Elfsong for Iorveth, playing at being gentlemanly. It's the sort of thing he never does, which makes it the sort of thing that's kind of fun to do. ]
In that memory, you wore it long and braided. Very rustic.
[ Very wood elf-y, he means. ]
You don't prefer it that way?