You haven't? But the City of Splendors has so much to offer! You could always come shopping with me if you'd like a grand tour. Gale never did like going anywhere if there weren't books on the shelves, though Tara has made a lovely shopping partner in his absence. You have met Tara, haven't you?
[Gale, sensing the worry on Astarion's mind with his own thinking along similar lines, clears his throat.]
Perhaps you should welcome Astarion in, mother? This is his first time here.
[She smiles widely.]
Yes, of course. Welcome to my home, Astarion. Forgive the flowers - I haven't had a chance to replace them quite yet.
[The atrium itself is sizable, as is the rest of the house - despite how tall and thin the building looked on the outside, it's surprisingly roomy within, with all the decor carefully arranged to maximize the space. As she leads them toward the dining room, it's clear Morena knows how to decorate a home: there are paintings on the walls of colorful landscapes and long-gone family members, decorative vases and trinkets sitting atop every table, plants of all sorts peeking from the tops of urns and winding around the banisters as though they crawled in from the garden itself. Assorted odds and ends that spark with the scent of the Weave litter the shelves built into the walls; some objects were likely made by a child.
Past a series of plush chairs and couches they go into the dining room, which houses a long table of old, well-polished wood. She gestures to a seat.]
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You haven't? But the City of Splendors has so much to offer! You could always come shopping with me if you'd like a grand tour. Gale never did like going anywhere if there weren't books on the shelves, though Tara has made a lovely shopping partner in his absence. You have met Tara, haven't you?
[Gale, sensing the worry on Astarion's mind with his own thinking along similar lines, clears his throat.]
Perhaps you should welcome Astarion in, mother? This is his first time here.
[She smiles widely.]
Yes, of course. Welcome to my home, Astarion. Forgive the flowers - I haven't had a chance to replace them quite yet.
[The atrium itself is sizable, as is the rest of the house - despite how tall and thin the building looked on the outside, it's surprisingly roomy within, with all the decor carefully arranged to maximize the space. As she leads them toward the dining room, it's clear Morena knows how to decorate a home: there are paintings on the walls of colorful landscapes and long-gone family members, decorative vases and trinkets sitting atop every table, plants of all sorts peeking from the tops of urns and winding around the banisters as though they crawled in from the garden itself. Assorted odds and ends that spark with the scent of the Weave litter the shelves built into the walls; some objects were likely made by a child.
Past a series of plush chairs and couches they go into the dining room, which houses a long table of old, well-polished wood. She gestures to a seat.]
You just sit wherever you like, boys.