Post by enchilada on May 27, 2019 9:52:26 GMT
Dhaunmyr nodded, a centaur. He’d ask Solstice when they went to their house, if she knew exactly why he looked like that. Horses were very common, they were also frequently used as mounts, they pulled wagons, they were wild, they were pets. There were small horses, like ponies, and there were massive warhorses, too. So, in most ways, they were the Realms Above equivalent to a spider. Even if spiders did come much, much smaller, and very very very big. And also — spiders were sacred animals. Dhaunmyr didn’t think he would get into too much trouble if he were to accidentally harm a horse, in fact, people whipped them to go faster. He doubted it didn’t hurt. Dhaunmyr knew exactly how that would have felt.
“Oh, the orc thing? I suppose it makes a little more sense.” Dhaunmyr didn’t want to know any more about it at all, but he also felt like he ought to, if he was going to bring up what he wanted to bring up. Eventually, though. Perhaps now would be too much. “It is... good. I’ve been going out more, recently. I felt like I’d lost a bit of practice with the bow, so, if the roads are a bit safer then I won’t have to actually use it, yes? Hopefully.” Just a little hint, maybe. Then it won’t seem so out of the blue? Seems a good idea.
Then, Citrine came. And there really was no stopping her now. No running away. Because Dhaunmyr had to prove himself right. If he hid away or wasn’t confident or anything... focus, focus. But she already had the advantage of knowing it was fake, and knowing he was barely able to keep it together. Dhaunmyr felt like she could see exactly where the chinks in his armor were. But Kara was there, so it was alright. Right?
“I know, such a shame that you’ve been kept from me, really. How have you coped for so long? You know, I heard that there’s been a sweep of girls dying of heartbreak in the villages I passed through on the way to Waterdeep, I’ve just been gone so long... they couldn’t take it any more. And those were the ones who only saw me! God bless the ones who spoke to me.”
Dhaunmyr just felt words... come out of his mouth, with very little control over them. But he just let them. It wasn’t him, even his posture was a little different since Citrine came over. Had he ever acted this way in front of Kara before? He wasn’t sure. He wished he was. He was just such a fake kind of person, sometimes he couldn’t even tell himself.
“Oh, the orc thing? I suppose it makes a little more sense.” Dhaunmyr didn’t want to know any more about it at all, but he also felt like he ought to, if he was going to bring up what he wanted to bring up. Eventually, though. Perhaps now would be too much. “It is... good. I’ve been going out more, recently. I felt like I’d lost a bit of practice with the bow, so, if the roads are a bit safer then I won’t have to actually use it, yes? Hopefully.” Just a little hint, maybe. Then it won’t seem so out of the blue? Seems a good idea.
Then, Citrine came. And there really was no stopping her now. No running away. Because Dhaunmyr had to prove himself right. If he hid away or wasn’t confident or anything... focus, focus. But she already had the advantage of knowing it was fake, and knowing he was barely able to keep it together. Dhaunmyr felt like she could see exactly where the chinks in his armor were. But Kara was there, so it was alright. Right?
“I know, such a shame that you’ve been kept from me, really. How have you coped for so long? You know, I heard that there’s been a sweep of girls dying of heartbreak in the villages I passed through on the way to Waterdeep, I’ve just been gone so long... they couldn’t take it any more. And those were the ones who only saw me! God bless the ones who spoke to me.”
Dhaunmyr just felt words... come out of his mouth, with very little control over them. But he just let them. It wasn’t him, even his posture was a little different since Citrine came over. Had he ever acted this way in front of Kara before? He wasn’t sure. He wished he was. He was just such a fake kind of person, sometimes he couldn’t even tell himself.