Just some of us. Tieflings stick together a bunch, right, 'cause of the people who like to shit on us. But I had other friends when I was a little one. Few humans, a dwarf, a halfling.
Guess you haven't got those either, huh? They're people just as much as me. Both short races, maybe up to your hip. Dwarves are wide, rough and tumble types, big beards. Halflings are pretty humanlike, shorter? Sneakier, lanky.
H-how many types of people are there? It sounds like there are... a lot of them.
[he's read fictional stories and stuff, sure, but this is something completely different? besides, it's not that frequently that he gets his hands on fantasy stories, either.]
Elves, half elves, tieflings, humans, halflings, gnomes, dwarves, dragonborn... half-orcs. [lists them off] I guess that's a lot. It's pretty normal in Faerun.
[yeah she thinks if he even looked at baldur's gate he might explode, tbh]
I grew up there, so it's just... home, you know? It's crowded and people shove each other and bicker over prices, and sometimes fights break out, but. The view on the rooftops is fucking stellar, and every day there's vendors walking around handing out coffee and pastries to get you to come visit proper. And the community, gods, the community, people who'd defend their cityfolk with their lives. Loyal to the end.
[there's something like, hopelessly, painfully loving in her tone. she loves her city so bad.]
... It's where I'm supposed to be. That's where I'm supposed to be.
[he takes all of that in-- the love in her voice when she speaks of it, the way that he can picture a crowded, bustling city, loud and vibrant. full of, he can only assume, people like her; she seems as if that's a scene she would fit into perfectly.
it's a contrast to arpechele in more than one way.]
... I'm sorry that you're... stuck here, instead. This place is so different from it...
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[he agrees easily enough, brightening a bit.]
I'd... like to try it out. The crowns were nice.
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Yeah, I liked 'em too, actually. We used to make smaller ones, right, 'cause of the horns? One around each.
[taps her horns.]
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Oh... I hadn't thought about that.
[a brief pause.]
All of you had horns-?
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Just some of us. Tieflings stick together a bunch, right, 'cause of the people who like to shit on us. But I had other friends when I was a little one. Few humans, a dwarf, a halfling.
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A dwarf and a halfling-? What are they like?
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Guess you haven't got those either, huh? They're people just as much as me. Both short races, maybe up to your hip. Dwarves are wide, rough and tumble types, big beards. Halflings are pretty humanlike, shorter? Sneakier, lanky.
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[he's read fictional stories and stuff, sure, but this is something completely different? besides, it's not that frequently that he gets his hands on fantasy stories, either.]
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Elves, half elves, tieflings, humans, halflings, gnomes, dwarves, dragonborn... half-orcs. [lists them off] I guess that's a lot. It's pretty normal in Faerun.
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[HELLO? WHAT IS HAPPENING IN FAERUN.]
We only have humans and Relivers...
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she laughs.]
You get used to it quick. Especially in a place like the Gate, there's so many people living practically on top of each other.
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[this is... probably the opposite of surprising, considering his Everything.]
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I grew up there, so it's just... home, you know? It's crowded and people shove each other and bicker over prices, and sometimes fights break out, but. The view on the rooftops is fucking stellar, and every day there's vendors walking around handing out coffee and pastries to get you to come visit proper. And the community, gods, the community, people who'd defend their cityfolk with their lives. Loyal to the end.
[there's something like, hopelessly, painfully loving in her tone. she loves her city so bad.]
... It's where I'm supposed to be. That's where I'm supposed to be.
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it's a contrast to arpechele in more than one way.]
... I'm sorry that you're... stuck here, instead. This place is so different from it...
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I'm a little sorry too, but not much. I'm breathing and talking and making new memories. Even if this place is terrible, that's all I can ask for.
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[he lapses into silence again there, reaching up to absently run a hand through his hair after she's smoothed it.]
Are they... important to you?
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[she says, tilting her head back.]
It's gonna be the only thing that matters in the end, right? What other people remember of you.
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[the only thing that matters, huh.
...]
Wh-what if they-- remember wrong?
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[but.]
I guess you'd just have to put yourself out there and hope the right people said the right things.
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... I know myself real well, is all. You've got to know who you are.
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[
i have news and it's that saying that makes him look like he might cry again]
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You'll figure it out. I can help, if you want. [she doesn't know how, but she'll try!]
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ngl this is so that we can move to the monday thread because this Will come right back up.]