souls have been lost and the panic grows

[phototraces]

[That... that was hell, actually. Wendy didn't like that at all. After the trial she... has to head to the kitchen and hopefully not find clay shit everywhere. She needs to do something to keep things under control. To keep things going.

She's not a great cook but she knows the basics. Meat. Bread. Cheese. Something warm for the belly to drink. She's nervous when she works but she's relentless. There's no asking for help from her as she makes a spread for everyone. Then... she's moving all of it not to the eatery but the bonfire.

Making makeshift tables around it and placing trays of food and drink. Even setting up a chair for Alex a good distance away from the fire but close enough that he can be part of things if he wants to.

Wendy, with her careful writing, writes up some notes and hands them out to everyone if she can find them or if not under their door.

Food at the bonfire and the area around it. Attendance not mandatory but it's probably better for all of us if we stick together. Bring more food and drink if you want.

Wendy

...She can't control other people but she can try to suggest.]

Comments

[pariunt]

Impressive!

[That sure as hell didn't look like a glamour.]

[raisethemoon]

Oh! Thank you very much! The sunrises are usually rather more popular in Equestria.

[pariunt]

I'm quite fond of the moonlight, personally.

[Being a vampire and all.]

[raisethemoon]

I am as well.

[ But then, of course the two of them are, hm? ]

The most dangerous of creatures which might prey upon ponies have always stalked in the darkness. I suppose it comes down to that, to begin with.

[pariunt]

There are all sorts of nasty things that prowl the Underdark. Bulettes are some of the most ferocious creatures in all of Faerûn. It seems the most terrifying of creatures are all nocturnal.

[The irony of him saying this isn't lost on him.]

Even so, there's safety in darkness. In shadows. The light can oftentimes illuminate things best left unseen.

[raisethemoon]

That's certainly true. But I suppose that you and I are biased in that way - supposing vampires in your world work the way they might in our stories.

[ She's a pony, sure, and thus not biologically angled towards a nocturnal existence. But she's also the Princess of Night - what would that make her, if she just set the moon in the sky and then slept through the entire thing? ]

[pariunt]

I'm not certain if vampires are different in your world, but exposure to light is quite... fatal to my kind. There was a brief time when it didn't effect me, for reasons that would be too complex to explain everything, but that ended in an abrupt and unpleasant manner.

...In truth, giving up seeing the sun is something I'm fine with. I have my freedom and I have Tav.

[raisethemoon]

[ Luna glances away, suppressing the tiny flash of vindication she feels when Astarion talks about being alright with giving up the sun. She really shouldn't be feeling like that, probably. Let's ignore it entirely! ]

Tav?

[pariunt]

My partner.

[His lover, he means.]

She gave up a life above ground, in the sun, to be with me.

[raisethemoon]

How lovely!

[ EAT SHIT, THE SUN - no, but really, it is sweet. ]

They are not a vampire as well?

[pariunt]

No. She isn't a vampire.

She's a wood elf. A ranger, even. And chose me anyway. She gave up the forest to be with me.

[raisethemoon]

She must love you a great deal.

[pariunt]

Yes. I suppose so.

[It's not that he doubts it. It's that he still can't believe she chose him.]