𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘇𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗽.

Raises an eyebrow .

“Oh! So it’s your doing!”

( watching with the anxious anticipation of a beaten dog, muscles tense in wait of being proven right. are they jealous ? are they jealous of this .. thing ? this blubbery, weak, and defensiveless horror .. are they afraid of it ? it's frustrating. gale &&

Chuckling a bit, her gaze shifted to the others as they began unpacking as well. She raised her arms stretching out her limbs with a sigh. "I truly try my best. Besides.. a rest and some food sounds awfully nice." Tail swishing as she placed her bag down beginning to unpack.

⠀ “ oh、gale、i don’t doubt you’ve tangled with a few ink stains ﹠ the occasional exploded potion . but divine messes ? those are surely a different breed . ” he waves a hand dramatically . “ you’d be ✰ ⠀

"Ooh. So you're like, a scholar of magic. I haven't been to Waterdeep, I don't know what it's like there. But I'm always impressed how much smart stuff people can cram into their brains." "What? Maybe you should do a public reading of your work sometime!" His grin turns ~

spending all day killing people knee deep in mud and dirt does this to a man ── even to a bicentenary undead. astarion tries to keep his eyes open; the wizard is talking to him, isn't he ? he's saying something about ... 𝑏𝑒𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑠 ? gods, yes, get him a --

ㅤ ㅤ Struggling? He can freely talk about those things with him . He shouldn't be left alone . ㅤ ㅤ

Chuckling a bit, she glanced aside as she sheepishly scratched her cheek. "Not exactly my fortes.. but I can admit when someone looks good."