Imprints in Stone [AU]

[Carver Amell]

"So they live underground, like dwarves?" asks Carver, tilting his head a bit. 

[NPCs]

"Deeper, in giant crevasses. Dwarves tunnel, carving their underground cities out of solid stone. Stronger, allows for the builders to organize it as they please. But harder, longer. Drow find opens spaces and build within, spanning the gulf with specially treated spidersilk," the elf supplies, eyes closed. "Their smaller settlements are mostly commonly taken from the previous inhabitants, who are hopefully dead, for their sake."

[Carver Amell]

"That... sounds..." kind of really awesome actually "unusual."

[NPCs]

Jassinth shudders. "I cannot imagine going decades, even entire lifetimes, without ever seeing the sky. The feel of wind and rain on your skin."

[Carver Amell]

"My dad says it's not as bad for dwarves. Says it feels comfortable to them." He shrugs. 

[NPCs]

"Perhaps so, but I am elven. Of sorts anyway," Jass says with a broad smile.

[Carver Amell]

It's strange -- that gets slightly more of a frown than before. "I suppose. How come there's so many kinds of elf, anyway? There's only one kind of human."

[NPCs]

That gets a blank look from the merikos drow. "Ah, to tell the truth, I have no idea..." He glances at his companions and gets a head shake.and a shrug before the female offers a lackluster "gods willed it so, suppose."

[Carver Amell]

"Huh." Carver takes a sip of his beer. 

[NPCs]

"So what brings you to the shade of the Oak?" The other teen asks.

[Carver Amell]

"Oh, uh, I have this letter of introduction, I'm meant to be seeking a teacher. I guess they think I have some, uh, Wild Magic?"

[NPCs]

"Ah! A new student- perhaps we'll be seeing more of each other then," Jassinth says warmly, winking at the human teen. "Who is the letter for?"

[Carver Amell]

"Uh... someone called Shadis?"

[NPCs]

That gets a round of chuckles. "Well, that'll be..."

As the woman trail off, Jassinth pips up, "oh nonsense! Shadis is... gruff and has no tolerance for frivolity or frippery but he's patient and very skilled." He smirks a litte. "Admittedly, he's... a bit unusual in many regards, but I'm sure Carver and Shadi will get online purrfectly."

Both of his companion groan, the female smacking him on the head.

[Carver Amell]

They can almost see a giant question mark appear over Carver's head. He looks around, confused and lost, then finally shrugs, taking a sip of his drink. Guess I'll find out...