Drizzt finds the tidbit about Rose interesting. "Are you certain it is not simply a love for children?" But then, more seriously. "How is she more like you than the rest of us? I am afraid I do not understand."
"Her understanding of the world is closer to our own," Justice explains. "She has grown up in liminal space, so she believes that gravity is optional. Mental communication comes easier to her than verbal."
He tilts his head at that, growing curious. "Two traits that are quite small yet with vast differences. But it is more that she is not hampered by the understanding of how 'the world works', is it is not? She sees possibilities that our minds are closed to simply because such powers have not always been granted to us."
"More than fascinates, I would imagine," a slow smile grows across Drizzt's face. "She is hard not to like."
Truly, the conversation needn't continue--Drizzt has his answers--but he knows that conversing with him will also help Astraea. How else can you better understand mortal creatures than to interact directly with them?
Drizzt considers that for a moment, then smiles a bit in amusement to himself. "That it is not entirely awful to be a youth, perhaps. And what it means to be a son. Also, I have learned more about so many worlds. The books from each have kept my imagination very busy!"
"Then you have chosen wisely in marking me," Drizzt could not be more happy about his Arcana at the moment, okay, unable to help himself from beaming now.
Drizzt's eyes widen slightly at the tender affection, and he feels his heart warm--and then suddenly, he is back in Liminal Space. He stands there, mind whirling with what just happened, and he takes a moment to simply what happened in. Only a moment, because Guenhwyvar almost knocks him over upon seeing he's returned, moving to rub roughly against him.
"Guenhwyvar," Drizzt laughs lightly, patting her side roughly. "I am fine; I was simply away for a visit. And there is much that I must tell you about it...."
Once Drizzt has Guenhwyvar convinced that he is indeed fine, he leads her off to someplace secluded so that she can hear his thoughts--and, as always, she listens quietly.
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Drizzt finds the tidbit about Rose interesting. "Are you certain it is not simply a love for children?" But then, more seriously. "How is she more like you than the rest of us? I am afraid I do not understand."
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Truly, the conversation needn't continue--Drizzt has his answers--but he knows that conversing with him will also help Astraea. How else can you better understand mortal creatures than to interact directly with them?
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And with that, Drizzt is conveyed back to liminal space.
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"Guenhwyvar," Drizzt laughs lightly, patting her side roughly. "I am fine; I was simply away for a visit. And there is much that I must tell you about it...."
Once Drizzt has Guenhwyvar convinced that he is indeed fine, he leads her off to someplace secluded so that she can hear his thoughts--and, as always, she listens quietly.