[ While they usually meet in square, Astarion has asked Haelva to find him at the outskirts of the Hunting Woods, somewhere quiet and secluded but far away enough from the woods proper that no beasties should harass them. Hopefully. He'd like to take her somewhere nicer after this... demonstration. Perhaps Ikorr, where he has business anyway - and perhaps she'll agree to spend the night at one of the inns.
He's waiting for her, leaning against an ancient, broken wall of stone - or the impression of a wall that had once been, like teeth jutting out of the land, an unnatural barrier between the woods and the moors. Alucard has helped him practice this new ability so that he at least has better control over both the change and his wings. He can't say the little body is graceful, but at least he's not so likely to crash into anything... ]
closed to haelva; october nocwich
He's waiting for her, leaning against an ancient, broken wall of stone - or the impression of a wall that had once been, like teeth jutting out of the land, an unnatural barrier between the woods and the moors. Alucard has helped him practice this new ability so that he at least has better control over both the change and his wings. He can't say the little body is graceful, but at least he's not so likely to crash into anything... ]
If you laugh, I swear... never again.