into the unknown

[usestwohands]

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

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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[gadaboutdetective]

Llewellyn wasn’t known to wander later in the day as much as he was during the afternoon, but his work had taken him a little further that day and he was only taking the long way back to the neighborhood near the market district. It seemed like a nice enough opportunity to walk along the shore while it was a little less crowded with beach goers, and enjoy the sounds of the waves along the shore while he let his thoughts for the day sort themselves and see if anything particularly important made a connection or rattled into place that he could note down for the next day.

Thus far the extent that he’d accomplished was remembering he should probably pick up something for a late supper at home, and that he really needed to gather supplies for making Pretzels food for the week again. So not particularly valuable as far as investigations went, but no less important in its own way.

He did find himself easily distracted, though, by the sight of a familiar figure sitting at a table on the new boardwalk, and altered his course slightly to stop and say hello. It had been a while, after all. “Good evening!” He commented, setting his hat on the side of the table and leaning against a chair curiously. Eyes finding their way to the notebook and it’s a rather interesting title written across the top of the page.

Although the detective was soon distracted by the offer of peanuts, Llewellyn rather liked them as far as snacks went. He’d been scolded for bringing them to a play once, though it wasn’t entirely his fault he’d stumbled and spilled the bag a little. “Ah- well, thank you for sharing.” He added with a smile, snagging a small handful as he returned his attention to the notebook. “I hope I’m not interrupting you, though? Putting thoughts to paper is mm… An important task, in my experience.”

[neurotoxicity]

For Ivy her preference for night was simply a product of what she'd become one day: undead. As a living vampire she lacked the aversion to sunlight that her undead counterparts had, but that didn't mean she liked the sun. In fact, she was pretty anti-sun. It was bright and tended to give her more of a headache than was worth dealing with. Especially here where everything seemed somewhat brighter than the world she was used to.

It was strange. So many people here seemed content to settle down and create lives, but no matter how hard she tried she just couldn't. No matter where her thoughts went they always eventually came back to a feeling that she just didn't belong. Or maybe it was more accurate to say that she felt like she didn't deserve to belong here. At least she was self-aware enough to realize that this kind of moping basically cemented her as your typical depressed vampire. Which, in turn, spurred her to at least try a little more to get out every now and then.

The beach was something she had avoided for the most part until recently, fairly convinced that there had to be something wrong with it. Things had been too nice for too long here. Eventually curiosity won though and she headed out wearing a long red bohemian style dress cut low enough to show off the large ornate silver cross that was usually tucked inside her garments. When she'd decided to come to the beach at night it'd been with the idea that she wouldn't run into many people. That idea had been squashed pretty quickly though by a man offering her peanuts as she walked by. The man's appearance wasn't the part that made her give him a quizzical expression. Nope, the real confusion came from the offer and the kindness that seemed to be implied behind it.

"No, I'm good, thanks," she said as she looked him over with a raised eyebrow. His dress definitely made it seem like he was prepared for something and she actually found herself just a bit curious.