[Tara's voice rings clear from the kitchen, as motherly and doting as always; she eyes him from her perch atop a stool near the counter, where an army of conjured hands are gathering plates and silverware. Morena, on the other hand, wastes no time in turning to Astarion, her arms spread as she goes to embrace him, her hands and the apron she wears both covered in flour.]
My darling son-to-be!
[She's warmed significantly to him over the past few tendays, especially in light of how he treats Gale - and how utterly, painfully smitten Gale is with him in return. She clearly delights in seeing her son so happy, so warm and alive again - it's a bit funny if you ask her, given this change came from his relationship with a vampire, the very picture of cold undeath, but she's forsaken and and all of her early judgments on Astarion these days. He's clearly good for Gale, and her son is what matters most to her in the entire world.
And with Astarion joining their family properly — and soon — she cares a great deal for him too, and she make sure he knows that. She gives him a tight squeeze before pulling back to look him in the eye. There's a second where she seems to pick up on his discomfort, but she mistakes the source.]
Goodness me, I should have asked, shouldn't I? [She brushes some flour off his sleeve apologetically; he no doubt has hand prints on his back.] Did you see the flowers when you came in? Lena's done truly marvelous work if you ask me.
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[Tara's voice rings clear from the kitchen, as motherly and doting as always; she eyes him from her perch atop a stool near the counter, where an army of conjured hands are gathering plates and silverware. Morena, on the other hand, wastes no time in turning to Astarion, her arms spread as she goes to embrace him, her hands and the apron she wears both covered in flour.]
My darling son-to-be!
[She's warmed significantly to him over the past few tendays, especially in light of how he treats Gale - and how utterly, painfully smitten Gale is with him in return. She clearly delights in seeing her son so happy, so warm and alive again - it's a bit funny if you ask her, given this change came from his relationship with a vampire, the very picture of cold undeath, but she's forsaken and and all of her early judgments on Astarion these days. He's clearly good for Gale, and her son is what matters most to her in the entire world.
And with Astarion joining their family properly — and soon — she cares a great deal for him too, and she make sure he knows that. She gives him a tight squeeze before pulling back to look him in the eye. There's a second where she seems to pick up on his discomfort, but she mistakes the source.]
Goodness me, I should have asked, shouldn't I? [She brushes some flour off his sleeve apologetically; he no doubt has hand prints on his back.] Did you see the flowers when you came in? Lena's done truly marvelous work if you ask me.