[And then the amusement fades, leaving something akin to—
Something much gentler, in fact.]
Mm.
Well you don’t have gith here. Or dragonborn. Or drow. But going in for races just seems too easy, all things considered.
I will say magic here is much different. And so are demons for that matter.
And if I’m honest, I’m not entirely convinced our worlds aren’t still one and the same: that if I look up into the night sky, I won’t see a glimmering star that’s actually Toril, in all its distant glory.
[He’d told Fenris the same thing, once. When they were stargazing beneath an open sky. Eased back into the grass, and forgetting the worst of everything that surrounded.
It feels like an eternity ago now. And yesterday.]
You don’t have ships that soar through the air as if it were water. And you don’t have illithid either— which actually isn’t a bad thing.
You don’t have gods that meddle. You don’t have the misery of knowing when they shut you out.
[A pause, tepid.]
...although I suppose your Maker isn’t much kinder, if the stories are true.
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How he’d hoped you’d say yes, Bastien.]
Very good.
[And then the amusement fades, leaving something akin to—
Something much gentler, in fact.]
Mm.
Well you don’t have gith here. Or dragonborn. Or drow. But going in for races just seems too easy, all things considered.
I will say magic here is much different. And so are demons for that matter.
And if I’m honest, I’m not entirely convinced our worlds aren’t still one and the same: that if I look up into the night sky, I won’t see a glimmering star that’s actually Toril, in all its distant glory.
[He’d told Fenris the same thing, once. When they were stargazing beneath an open sky. Eased back into the grass, and forgetting the worst of everything that surrounded.
It feels like an eternity ago now. And yesterday.]
You don’t have ships that soar through the air as if it were water. And you don’t have illithid either— which actually isn’t a bad thing.
You don’t have gods that meddle. You don’t have the misery of knowing when they shut you out.
[A pause, tepid.]
...although I suppose your Maker isn’t much kinder, if the stories are true.