The drow hums in thought, twirling a silvery white strand of hair around their finger. They are actually trying out some safe looking food from the pub. They hazarded a guess that it's some kind of potato?
They aren't too tall themselves, though 5'5' is still doing well for a dark elf. Still, out of habit, they lean on the bar, bringing themselves closer in height to Orym.
"It's hard to really say myself. I have many, many years left to live if I manage it. Eighty is still rather young for elves of any stripe. So take my thoughts as that from a still naïve child if you wish. One who hasn't gotten very far past crushing on those who are nice enough to them."
That disclaimer out of the way...
"Yes. I would take a chance on it. If only to see the shape it takes. I would do it. I would probably still agonize over it and pull my hair but in the end, as I am now, I'd want to take that chance."
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They aren't too tall themselves, though 5'5' is still doing well for a dark elf. Still, out of habit, they lean on the bar, bringing themselves closer in height to Orym.
"It's hard to really say myself. I have many, many years left to live if I manage it. Eighty is still rather young for elves of any stripe. So take my thoughts as that from a still naïve child if you wish. One who hasn't gotten very far past crushing on those who are nice enough to them."
That disclaimer out of the way...
"Yes. I would take a chance on it. If only to see the shape it takes. I would do it. I would probably still agonize over it and pull my hair but in the end, as I am now, I'd want to take that chance."