He's never been to a park. He's never seen the greenery and the fountain and a city like this. He's never seen a harbour, a proper harbor, beyond a couple of docks here or there. And a palace! He's never seen a palace. Not like this. His memories are vast and varied but all of them come from when he was the King and the King's perception doesn't allow for beauty or the play of light over the stones or delicate purple flowers along a path.
He's going to float over towards some of those flowers and it's so obvious he's overwhelmed by how lovely it is, examining each little bit and piece and view that he can before he can even speak. He'll realize Astarion is probably waiting for him to say something and there's something awed and fragile as he turns to look at the man himself.
"...thank you for showing me your hometown. It's... lovely."
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He's never been to a park. He's never seen the greenery and the fountain and a city like this. He's never seen a harbour, a proper harbor, beyond a couple of docks here or there. And a palace! He's never seen a palace. Not like this. His memories are vast and varied but all of them come from when he was the King and the King's perception doesn't allow for beauty or the play of light over the stones or delicate purple flowers along a path.
He's going to float over towards some of those flowers and it's so obvious he's overwhelmed by how lovely it is, examining each little bit and piece and view that he can before he can even speak. He'll realize Astarion is probably waiting for him to say something and there's something awed and fragile as he turns to look at the man himself.
"...thank you for showing me your hometown. It's... lovely."