"Elves see it differently. And it's less—" He gestures. "—miserable."
Gesture completed, his hand snakes around Byerly's waist to cinch him in against Bastien's side, because it counterbalances the mild but persistent discomfort of existing here.
"It was made for you. Or it was made—not for us."
A bit of a chicken and egg situation, perhaps, but is this a natural consequence, the Crossroads designed for and by elves and everyone else lacking something necessary to see them properly? Or is there something in everyone else that's being guarded against, to put off trespassers?
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"Elves see it differently. And it's less—" He gestures. "—miserable."
Gesture completed, his hand snakes around Byerly's waist to cinch him in against Bastien's side, because it counterbalances the mild but persistent discomfort of existing here.
"It was made for you. Or it was made—not for us."
A bit of a chicken and egg situation, perhaps, but is this a natural consequence, the Crossroads designed for and by elves and everyone else lacking something necessary to see them properly? Or is there something in everyone else that's being guarded against, to put off trespassers?