' such attention. i never realised i was so popular. ' / @lolthdevout
ā Don't let it go to your pretty little head, darling, ā His words are pretty and sweet, but caution is laced through his warning. From a distance, the Shadow-Cursed Lands look ominous; however, being in the thick of the gloom is something else entirely. It weighs on him; on the imperceptible; the things he wouldn't consider if it his attention wasn't so acutely honed to these sudden, alien feelings. The way his body feels like its moving through an invisible thickness; the cold prickling down his back that feel like needles. This isn't right. ā The longer we stay in this darkness, the worse it will be for us. At least the Drider seems happy with your your presence. Keep it happy, and we don't get on its bad side. ā
Popular and happy are not the words he would personally use, when it's clear to all of them one misstep can easily be understood to be a threat. The Drider is unpredictable, but for now, they have little choice other than to trust in its ability to lead. Astarion purposefully keeps a pace behind Morgana, watching the unshapely creature skitter and cut through the dark before them. ā ā¦Is this what Lolth does to her faithful? ā













