[ In contrast, this... rebirth of sorts is no struggle. It merely is. Without powers, of course, he cannot hold a glamor, or hide his nature (and have you tried to dig yourself out sporting all the extra pieces and parts that Raphael has?) but by the time that Drizzt has started clawing out of the ground, Raphael is already freed, disentangled, and (mostly) cleaned the muck from his rosy complexion.
Currently, he was admiring the odd, unfamiliar night sky. He looked up at it, his black and flame eyes staring upward, as the struggle continued nearby (Faerûn folk probably grow together or something) as he looked upward. None of the stars made sense — an oddity given the expanse of worlds and realms he had thus far been to. That the sky was unfamiliar was... odd.
Disconcerting, of all things.
The drow burst from his own cage, mumbling something in the air, and Raphael, already settled onto a root cropping nearby, some feet up from the ground, looked down upon him, and smiled. ]
Hm, and what rest is there, for those of us whom traipse the unknown? [ He asks, his tone musical, musing, certainly pleasant, though he doesn't look it. Not with his wings stretching after his convalescence, that tail swinging idly beneath him, and a crown of horns on his head.
No, he does not look as innocent as his words suggests. ]
bearing fruit (a) 😈
Currently, he was admiring the odd, unfamiliar night sky. He looked up at it, his black and flame eyes staring upward, as the struggle continued nearby (Faerûn folk probably grow together or something) as he looked upward. None of the stars made sense — an oddity given the expanse of worlds and realms he had thus far been to. That the sky was unfamiliar was... odd.
Disconcerting, of all things.
The drow burst from his own cage, mumbling something in the air, and Raphael, already settled onto a root cropping nearby, some feet up from the ground, looked down upon him, and smiled. ]
Hm, and what rest is there, for those of us whom traipse the unknown? [ He asks, his tone musical, musing, certainly pleasant, though he doesn't look it. Not with his wings stretching after his convalescence, that tail swinging idly beneath him, and a crown of horns on his head.
No, he does not look as innocent as his words suggests. ]