"Onwards, then," she declares with a sweeping gesture, one to match his exhuberant sass.
Good humour might be like appetite. Sometimes you need to eat to realise you've been hungry. Sometimes you need to laugh to realise you're in sore need of laughter.
The road to the wine cellar is dark, so Hermione sends dancing motes of light ahead of them, because she is still very much prone to jabbing her shins into corners in the dark. The humanity.
The blessing from the pixie that they freed from moon lantern lingers on then, making the curse not cling to them as they step outside the protective circle of the Last Light Inn.
She'll let Astarion sneak them in, of course. Just so he feels smug about it.
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Good humour might be like appetite. Sometimes you need to eat to realise you've been hungry. Sometimes you need to laugh to realise you're in sore need of laughter.
The road to the wine cellar is dark, so Hermione sends dancing motes of light ahead of them, because she is still very much prone to jabbing her shins into corners in the dark. The humanity.
The blessing from the pixie that they freed from moon lantern lingers on then, making the curse not cling to them as they step outside the protective circle of the Last Light Inn.
She'll let Astarion sneak them in, of course. Just so he feels smug about it.