[ The soft hum Gale gives in answer is distracted, the response of a man giving only a fraction of his attention.
His physical tower has a pull to it, a slow sensation of being drained of energy. The darkness clings to it. Out there, Gale Dekarios is a thinner version of himself. His eyes are shadowed, and the purple veins of Netherese magic over his face and chest seem brighter. He hides this, often enough, the tower is rife with illusions -- most trying to paint a sense of comfort. Of some place he might be at home.
Here, in Horizon, he looks more like himself. He still feels tired, weak, but at least he doesn't look it. His tower is grand, books float around to and from shelves, magical lanterns give an ethereal light and quills take notes seemingly on their own. Power simmers under his skin, but yet still he is not strong enough. Not yet. Soon.
His eyes lift from a book he's been reading, the white feline that had been sitting on his lap springing down and stretching out. ]
Astarion. The sky is falling, is it now? Do tell.
[ Said with the tone of someone who suspects this is all an irritating joke at his expense. The sky falling? Honestly, what nonsense. ]
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His physical tower has a pull to it, a slow sensation of being drained of energy. The darkness clings to it. Out there, Gale Dekarios is a thinner version of himself. His eyes are shadowed, and the purple veins of Netherese magic over his face and chest seem brighter. He hides this, often enough, the tower is rife with illusions -- most trying to paint a sense of comfort. Of some place he might be at home.
Here, in Horizon, he looks more like himself. He still feels tired, weak, but at least he doesn't look it. His tower is grand, books float around to and from shelves, magical lanterns give an ethereal light and quills take notes seemingly on their own. Power simmers under his skin, but yet still he is not strong enough. Not yet. Soon.
His eyes lift from a book he's been reading, the white feline that had been sitting on his lap springing down and stretching out. ]
Astarion. The sky is falling, is it now? Do tell.
[ Said with the tone of someone who suspects this is all an irritating joke at his expense. The sky falling? Honestly, what nonsense. ]