Drizzt Do'Urden (
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into the unknown
Who; Drizzt Do'Urden and you
What; Drizzt spends a quiet night on the beach while contemplating things (and possibly planning on exploring those shark rumors)
Where; The Beach, tables
When; Late July, evening
Warnings; none has of yet
What; Drizzt spends a quiet night on the beach while contemplating things (and possibly planning on exploring those shark rumors)
Where; The Beach, tables
When; Late July, evening
Warnings; none has of yet
It wasn’t until the sun was drifting toward the horizon that the lithe figure dared venture to the sands. The sun glaring overhead during the day was much like the shine upon fresh snow, and while he’d attempted visiting earlier, the headache that had resulted was far from worth it. And so, he instead journeyed to the sands as the sun was setting. They were colors he’d also found beautiful, and clad as he was in thin leathers, having left his long cloak behind and pulled his long silver hair back with a thin leather thong, he looked to be ready to stay a while, as the stars began to wink into existence.
Things like the boardwalk were alien to him, though only slightly. Many cities had similar markets and harbors boasting goods from around the surrounding lands. Most often, Drizzt was forced to sneak into those cities, and never was he allowed to visit leisurely. In that respect, Aterat was something of a haven, fraught with just enough danger to keep him interested, and enough new experiences to hold his attention. On the boardwalk, they served cold, sweetened treats to ward away the lingering heat of the day, and he found a seat at a table still within sight of the shops to enjoy it as he watched the tide roll in. After a while, he pulled a small, leatherbound notebook from his pack as well as a pencil, a rather clever invention he’d found here, and began to write.
The pack to his side seemed fuller than usual, and the quiet Drow wound smiled politely to anyone who investigated, and offered them a snack he'd procured from one of the street vendors from his pack: boiled salted peanuts.
“Good evening. There is plenty to share.” And he wasn’t sure how he felt about these ‘peanuts’, though everyone else who’d been buying them seemed to be excited about them. Those who join him may notice the page of his notebook is titled “the Unknown”, and may also notice to spite his lack of armor, he is wearing two swords, belted at his waist, and that his pack tinkles slightly when it is moved, as though a fine chainmail may be stored there with his wares.
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Seeing the interest on his friend’s face, he nodded to confirm it with a small gesture. “It is! It’s uh- supposed to be good exercise, from what I recall Doctor Hart saying when she mentioned it.” Rubbing the back of his neck lightly, he considered what might be needed. “I believe a fishing net would probably work if you found a way to string it up on sticks.”
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He grinned, as preparing this court sounded like a challenge in itself. "Shall we find us a net, my friend?"
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The question gets a surprised hum. He hadn’t expected Drizzt to suggest setting something up now! He really wasn’t the kind of person one picked to join in on a sport, after all. But… Well, how could he say no to his friend’s eager tone? He was the one who vaguely knew how this all worked, so it would be a shame to not at least help set things up and show him how the game worked based on his conversations with Doctor Hart. “A net can’t be too hard to find, I expect? There must be an old one around somewhere.” He responded with a nod, pushing himself up from the table finally.
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Moving away from the table once Drizzt was finished packing up, he hummed and glanced around. “I would think there should be some store for supplies and like for those who happen to be in the business of fishing, and there must be some considering the location.” He added with a smile, there was usually fresh fish to be found at the stalls in the market. Had to come from somewhere, caught by someone… Right?
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"What shall we use as a ball, if there is none available?"
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The second question gets a light frown, though, because he really doesn’t have an answer. His description of the game really had only been to share what he knew of the beach. He didn’t particularly know much about procuring the items. “Perhaps we can… find something light enough that would take its place? Or perhaps someone at the shop might have some advice. I’m afraid I can’t say I know for sure beyond that.”
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"And you say you've never played? Have you played any other games?"
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“Haven’t had a lot of time for games in my life as it’s been thus far, and I admit I have always been a bit clumsy on my feet for sports. My brothers and I would sometimes kick a ball around a bit, but that was probably the extent of it.” That wasn’t to say Llewellyn didn’t know how to have fun, it was just that his fun was often more along the lines of his odd hobbies and travelling. “Oh- though I did learn to skate in the last world I was.”
That was… perhaps an embarrassing thing to admit, given all his colleagues in his own world had known how to skate. But his balance was truly abysmal and someone had been kind enough to try to help him improve upon that at the Sphere.
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"Skate?" He understood the meaning of the word in a certain context, but in this, it was lost on him.
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He probably still isn’t much good at it, but he also hadn’t really had an occasion to see if he retained any of the lesson he’d had to know for sure.
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"Though now I anticipate the winter's coming in Aterat all the more."
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“So once the winter does arrive, and the lake freezes solid enough, I’m sure you’ll have a chance to, uh- try it out.” He might even join, if only for the amusement of others who liked to watch him fall down if he did forget how to keep his balance.