Upgrade your account to a Community Supporter account and remove most of the site ads.

Reply to thread

Message: <blockquote data-quote="Nephis" data-source="post: 9548440" data-attributes="member: 20459">Placing her coin on the bar to cover the young man's drink (and her own - indicating this with a nod), TWYLL picks up both glasses in one hand, weaving her other through the crook of his arm. Taking advantage of his dumbfoundedness, she leads him back to a pair of armchairs near the booth. As she seats herself in the one closest to her prey, she smiles and - holding her hand to her chest - bows her head a bit. She draws in a deep breath and - in a rush of heavily accented syllables, seemingly one single phrase - gives  him her full name (including her House, her father's mother's House, and the one into which her brother married into). Then, after a beat, she says more simply, "you can call me 'Twyll'." Experience has told her that the Drow nomenclature is barely understandable outside of Drow culture - even other Fae fail to decipher it. She has found it best to confound with the dizzying truth (with a few embellishments), then give an easy out. "How? I am fast and efficient when necessary. What? Well, this is a tavern, of course."She strains to divide her attention between her new companion and the discourse in the nearby booth, before returning her full attention to him.After they stare at each other for a moment, he clearly befuddled (or trying to formulate a likely lie, perhaps), she adds, "meet you? Here?" She gives a slightly pitying look, "wouldn't it have been easier to wait for you, if that were the case?"After a pause, she continues: "What ... or rather who ... are you? But, yes, also 'what'"</blockquote>

Verification