So we shall. [The scent of sweeter things is in the air, now. They haven't much time before the soiree starts— and much as Astarion's sweet on the concept of trouble, failing yet another assignment doesn't exactly thrill at the moment. Particularly in such a lovely place as this.
He fits the folded banner tighter to him, already nimbly beginning the taxing work of scaling a trellis thick with plantlife, and light on architectural reinforcement. If he's not careful, he'll pull the whole thing from its moorings in short order.
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So we shall. [The scent of sweeter things is in the air, now. They haven't much time before the soiree starts— and much as Astarion's sweet on the concept of trouble, failing yet another assignment doesn't exactly thrill at the moment. Particularly in such a lovely place as this.
He fits the folded banner tighter to him, already nimbly beginning the taxing work of scaling a trellis thick with plantlife, and light on architectural reinforcement. If he's not careful, he'll pull the whole thing from its moorings in short order.
Good thing this isn't his first garden party.]