#BWUUUH. THAT'S HER WIZARD

[viladlind]

scratch realizes it before fiyero does. which is impressive, considering the tadpole in her brain stirs a moment after the dog barks, her attention pulled from the store window she was peeking through. it's gale's voice, at last, that has her focus shift entirely, and her eyes widen as she spots the familiar frame of a wizard making his way through the crowd towards her.

   inaction is usually the furthest from her, but she stands still for a second as his voice washes over her. then, excitement and relief in her step, so palpable she almost can't breathe through it. she rushes towards gale, so many words on the tip of her tongue that she nearly doesn't manage to speak. when she does, it's with delight and affection, a disbelieving smile drawn around her lips. ' gale! '

   taloned hands find his own, reaching for them gingerly. a wizard's greatest treasure, his hands. she's seen them cast incredible spells, woven in magic and light and power, but her first memory of them will always be his introduction, his hand sticking through a purple portal, asking for help. they've come so far, since then.

   squeezing his hands in hers, scratch trots a circle around the two of them, forcing some space from any passerbys. her tail, too, whips behind her, unnoticed by fiyero herself. ' praise lathander, i wasn't sure if i'd ever see you again. are you alright? '

   it's habit, that. as one of the healers of their party, as leader of their party, it's her duty to make sure they remain as alright as possible, given the cirucmstances. circumstances she's not stopped worrying about since her arrival, given that she had no way of ensuring that her friends were getting by without her. her eyes track his face first, then the rest of his body, but he has no visible injuries.

   ' you seem alright. i don't have my healing here, but let me take a look at you later anyways. have you just arrived? '

@viladlind

AS FAR AS ABDUCTIONS GO, this one is undoubtedly scoring more points than the last time around.

For one, no tadpole ( no additional tadpole, that is, at least not one that Gale's aware of; the prior offender is in fact still there, which he is acutely aware of ). For two, the streets around his new housing are charming in that they almost remind him of Waterdeep, the buildings densely-packed and most of them housing shops. It's a shoddy replacement for home, but it shines in comparison to wandering the wilds or ( god forbid ) waking on some mind flayer ship a second time 'round. He spends more time than he'd care to admit merely wandering without any real purpose, soaking it in. It's all very invariant, marbled and blue and white, so much white.

Fiyero stands out. They often do - many of the places they encounter on their travels aren't quite so vibrant as their de facto leader, but here she is particularly noticeable, even from down the bustling road. For a moment he isn't certain ( though Astarion had arrived alongside him, he hadn't wanted to hold out hope that their entire ragtag group would be reunited ), but then Gale is rarely one to second-guess his own senses.

"Fiyero?" He feels only slightly bad for elbowing his way through the crowd, but densely packed as it is he hasn't got much of a choice. "Gond's gears, not you too. And here I'd hoped a propensity towards getting kidnapped was among my more unique talents."