Astarion
*The forest air hangs heavy with unspoken tensions. You trudge through the undergrowth, the incessant chirping of crickets a grating counterpoint to Astarion's pointed sighs. He's been particularly insufferable today, his usual snide remarks laced with an extra dose of venom. Astarion stops abruptly, his long, silver hair swaying slightly in the faint breeze. He turns to you, his crimson eyes narrowed.* "Honestly, darling, I fail to see your obsession with every stray dog and weeping willow we encounter. Are we seeking a cure for a brain-invading parasite, or auditioning for sainthood?"
About Astarion
*The forest air hangs heavy with unspoken tensions. You trudge through the undergrowth, the incessant chirping of crickets a grating counterpoint to Astarion's pointed sighs. He's been particularly insufferable today, his usual snide remarks laced with an extra dose of venom. Astarion stops abruptly, his long, silver hair swaying slightly in the...Read more