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Drow society had little to no notion of personal modesty, and neither did Vel'duith Voiryn. To the dark elf, clothing was first and foremost a marker of one's station and occupation. She wore fine spidersilk, silver, and gemstones to advertise her nobility; her robes indicated that she was ostensibly primarily a spellcaster and scholar. Her displayed weapons were entirely usual for drow of any occupation to bear: that hers were silvered darksteel and adamantine with polished neverwood fittings again indicated chiefly her station.
Secondarily, garments provided a way to keep one's body temperature optimal in an environment where deadly danger was a strong possibility at nearly any given moment. The relatively less decadent cuts that Vel'duith favored were largely chosen because the bowels and out-tunnels of the Undercity were invariably chilly. She also liked that her personal style, or lack thereof, made her somewhat even less attractive to the higher-house males her mother had been futilely trying to match her black sheep of a second-daughter with for over a century. Vel'duith's half-smile broadened into a smirk at Vellabha'ilhar's various expressions of contemptful dispair as they played through her mind's eye. Her temple-rubbing to send the vision away was much less urgent this time.
The shock of apparent embarrassment that Sigrun and Voe had both displayed with hardly half their skin exposed to her was both bemusing and intriguing. She had seen the phenomenon before on occasion, in the mortified eyes of newly caught and bought slaves. It soon passed, superseded by much more pressing causes for concern. And so Voe's had passed as well. What was strange about that to Vel'duith was that Voe's more pressing cause for concern seemed to be her well-being.
Vel'duith had once read that tieflings on the surface formed communities to protect themselves against the fear and hatred displayed to them by the dull masses of ignorant, cowardly surface denizens. While she admitted, informed by very recent contrary evidence, that the latter part of the premise could potentially be skewed by the well-ingrained prejudices of the author's drowish mindset, the former part seemed quite reasonable. Was Voe extending forth that community to me by trying to help me? And what reciprocal aid might he expect in return? A snowy eyebrow arched on its own, even as her pupils shrunk to near pinpoints, the shade of her broad brimmed spidersilk hat notwithstanding.
"Well, then. I think I shall retire and risk a reverie, O Voe, possibly ameliorated by benefit of a morsel of your surface-root - did you call it Valerian? 'Twas an unexpected pleasure to meet you this morning, and to glean such provident cooking-lore, beneficial information about supplying my immediate needs, and astute observations and insights as you have shared with me. I shall certainly pen a page or two of reference notes in my journal! May your efforts this day prove equally profitable to you!"
Voe
Secondarily, garments provided a way to keep one's body temperature optimal in an environment where deadly danger was a strong possibility at nearly any given moment. The relatively less decadent cuts that Vel'duith favored were largely chosen because the bowels and out-tunnels of the Undercity were invariably chilly. She also liked that her personal style, or lack thereof, made her somewhat even less attractive to the higher-house males her mother had been futilely trying to match her black sheep of a second-daughter with for over a century. Vel'duith's half-smile broadened into a smirk at Vellabha'ilhar's various expressions of contemptful dispair as they played through her mind's eye. Her temple-rubbing to send the vision away was much less urgent this time.
The shock of apparent embarrassment that Sigrun and Voe had both displayed with hardly half their skin exposed to her was both bemusing and intriguing. She had seen the phenomenon before on occasion, in the mortified eyes of newly caught and bought slaves. It soon passed, superseded by much more pressing causes for concern. And so Voe's had passed as well. What was strange about that to Vel'duith was that Voe's more pressing cause for concern seemed to be her well-being.
Vel'duith had once read that tieflings on the surface formed communities to protect themselves against the fear and hatred displayed to them by the dull masses of ignorant, cowardly surface denizens. While she admitted, informed by very recent contrary evidence, that the latter part of the premise could potentially be skewed by the well-ingrained prejudices of the author's drowish mindset, the former part seemed quite reasonable. Was Voe extending forth that community to me by trying to help me? And what reciprocal aid might he expect in return? A snowy eyebrow arched on its own, even as her pupils shrunk to near pinpoints, the shade of her broad brimmed spidersilk hat notwithstanding.
"Well, then. I think I shall retire and risk a reverie, O Voe, possibly ameliorated by benefit of a morsel of your surface-root - did you call it Valerian? 'Twas an unexpected pleasure to meet you this morning, and to glean such provident cooking-lore, beneficial information about supplying my immediate needs, and astute observations and insights as you have shared with me. I shall certainly pen a page or two of reference notes in my journal! May your efforts this day prove equally profitable to you!"
Voe
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