Bold of you to assume that I have not been drinking all night, and that I am so weak of heart to have such a low tolerance. [there's a small grin on his face, one of friendly challenge] If you can procure this Snezhnayan fire-water, I will happy give it a try.
[like he would ever say no to an offer of libations when, in reality, he should not be drinking so much. oh well, it can't be helped, not when he enjoys his drink. sometimes, it's better than the alternative. the alternative only has thoughts and regrets he still can't seem to let go, that he's kept so close to his heart. how cumbersome... but the gentle nudge against his hand momentarily pulls him out of his thoughts, bringing his attention back to Childe. he shakes his head]
And it's quite alright. You were here first, so naturally, it would only be proper of me to leave first. But, if you don't mind my company...
[if Childe isn't outright telling him to leave... Dohalim slides onto the railing, sitting on it and leaning against a convenient pillar. it may not be the safest place to be, currently, but with practiced balance, he settles in comfortably, before he mirrors the other man, looking up at the sky, and the unfamiliar constellations overhead.
it seems so strange to see a clear, starry expanse without the loom of a twin planet; even he had to admit that seeing Rena up in the sky, as if his own people were watching the goings on in Dahna is a daunting thought. do they have any idea what's happening? do they know about the other lords, about the Alphen and the ragtag group he'd found himself in? do they know about his and Shionne's defection? he really wouldn't be surprised if they knew about all of what was happening. but for them not to retaliate yet...
not that it matters, for the time being, though it's a thought that often settles in the darker corners of his mind. he had things to do on Dahna. why is it that he's here, instead?]
I do have a question, if you do not mind answering it. Do you ever find yourself worrying about what could possibly be happening in your own homeworld?
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[like he would ever say no to an offer of libations when, in reality, he should not be drinking so much. oh well, it can't be helped, not when he enjoys his drink. sometimes, it's better than the alternative. the alternative only has thoughts and regrets he still can't seem to let go, that he's kept so close to his heart. how cumbersome... but the gentle nudge against his hand momentarily pulls him out of his thoughts, bringing his attention back to Childe. he shakes his head]
And it's quite alright. You were here first, so naturally, it would only be proper of me to leave first. But, if you don't mind my company...
[if Childe isn't outright telling him to leave... Dohalim slides onto the railing, sitting on it and leaning against a convenient pillar. it may not be the safest place to be, currently, but with practiced balance, he settles in comfortably, before he mirrors the other man, looking up at the sky, and the unfamiliar constellations overhead.
it seems so strange to see a clear, starry expanse without the loom of a twin planet; even he had to admit that seeing Rena up in the sky, as if his own people were watching the goings on in Dahna is a daunting thought. do they have any idea what's happening? do they know about the other lords, about the Alphen and the ragtag group he'd found himself in? do they know about his and Shionne's defection? he really wouldn't be surprised if they knew about all of what was happening. but for them not to retaliate yet...
not that it matters, for the time being, though it's a thought that often settles in the darker corners of his mind. he had things to do on Dahna. why is it that he's here, instead?]
I do have a question, if you do not mind answering it. Do you ever find yourself worrying about what could possibly be happening in your own homeworld?