[ could link be his boyfriend if nintendo weren't cowards... mystery.
aging is such a weird thing but he knows he's roughly in his 'early twenties' by hylian standards himself and nods. ]
Sain and Corryn! Good names. [ he commits them to memory even if they'll probably never meet. ] What sort of people are they? I am curious to hear about the company you keep.
[ not a mystery we all know sidon is real marriage material.
nodd's age maps to somewhere in his thirties so there are age gaps all over the place when these two interact. ]
Sain is a good boy--the son of an ambassador. An asshole ambassador. Sain had run away not long before we met. Talented dancer and storyteller. Veers on the too good to function--a line you don't seem to have trouble with. Corryn is a tiefling, like Lucien, but less purple. Also noble, in his own way. Something of a creature--spent a lot of his life alone. Sort of. Powerful druid.
[ cocks head as he thinks about whether he should mention the next part. ]
Shares his body with a demon. I get along with Thorn, though. He's all right.
[ ages!! throws long-lived creatures out a window. he listens to this patiently, with the occasional nod. even the mention of a demon, for whatever reason, doesn't seem to bother him any. ]
The three of them sound like erstwhile companions. [ obviously to him there is no such thing as too good to function. naive, maybe, but not speaking of general goodness. he's glad that nodd's found himself some people he can talk about with fairly obvious praise. ] What sort of journey are you on together? Any adventures to speak of?
Mmm. The Dark Lady--a deity, but not one of our gods--seems to be tearing holes between the world of the living and the dead. Dragons, once thought long dead, are popping up all over the damned place. We went to retrieve Sain's mother from his father and came across a puppeteer using mashed together corpses and taking over the lives of dignitaries.
[ these are the broad strokes. nodd is not a great storyteller. not the bard of the party. ]
Janth, my world, is probably in grave danger.
[ swinging staff a bit to test its weight ] Ready to spar?
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aging is such a weird thing but he knows he's roughly in his 'early twenties' by hylian standards himself and nods. ]
Sain and Corryn! Good names. [ he commits them to memory even if they'll probably never meet. ] What sort of people are they? I am curious to hear about the company you keep.
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nodd's age maps to somewhere in his thirties so there are age gaps all over the place when these two interact. ]
Sain is a good boy--the son of an ambassador. An asshole ambassador. Sain had run away not long before we met. Talented dancer and storyteller. Veers on the too good to function--a line you don't seem to have trouble with. Corryn is a tiefling, like Lucien, but less purple. Also noble, in his own way. Something of a creature--spent a lot of his life alone. Sort of. Powerful druid.
[ cocks head as he thinks about whether he should mention the next part. ]
Shares his body with a demon. I get along with Thorn, though. He's all right.
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The three of them sound like erstwhile companions. [ obviously to him there is no such thing as too good to function. naive, maybe, but not speaking of general goodness. he's glad that nodd's found himself some people he can talk about with fairly obvious praise. ] What sort of journey are you on together? Any adventures to speak of?
[ excited... love a good adventure ]
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[ these are the broad strokes. nodd is not a great storyteller. not the bard of the party. ]
Janth, my world, is probably in grave danger.
[ swinging staff a bit to test its weight ] Ready to spar?