A little over three tendays had passed since the Nautiloid had crashed on the beach and in that time Yanis had managed to travel with others for the first time in over ten years. He had found friends and he could say in confidence that if anything happened to them he would kill for them, a sentiment he forgot he could have.
Who would have thought all it took was letting others in to find some semblance of peace? Even with the long journey ahead, Yanis was the happiest he'd been in years.
Of course, there had been a few hiccups along the way. Having his life almost taken by Lae'zel when he had come down with a fever for one, multiple misunderstandings at the Druid grove, there were so many close calls to count. However, one still haunted him. Astarion killing him. The vampire had been skulking around camp one night and attempted to bite Yanis while he slept. Memories of his childhood flooded back to him.
The day the Frostvale Kingdom fell into the hands of the occult. His home, his family, his parents. Everyone and everything he loved was taken by force.
Werewolves and their kin. The undead their charges. Vampires and their spawn.
Together they massacred and turned anyone and everyone in sight. The rogue will never forget what happened that storming night. The way the wind hit his cold wet skin, the way the innocent screamed and cried. All of it, all of it, was ingrained in his mind.
Yanis had almost staked Astarion in response but something had stopped him. At first, he was quick to blame it on the tadpoles, chalking it up to the vile wriggling creature’s influence. But now? Now, he realized that it was more than that. He saw an old friend in Astarion and he knew better than to judge without reason.
And so, he put more of his trust into the vampire only for it to backfire completely.
He offered the man a bite and in turn, the elf drained the half-elf dry, killing him. After being revived Yanis spoke with the other, he’d been angry and upset with what happened. He remembers the way his large fist collided with Astarion’s face, the angry words that left his mouth as he stormed off to take some space from the vampire, from everyone.
Yanis shuddered at the memory and pulled his focus elsewhere. He looked around their campsite and smiled softly. While the Shadowcursed lands were dangerous there was a certain kind of beauty to the atmosphere as well. It was shrouded in mystery and the rogue would have been lying if he said that he wasn’t curious about what was going on.
The group of adventurers had decided to take a day to relax and rest up. Yanis was getting bored of doing nothing and he figured sitting closer to where the others were may help him think of something to do.
With a small grunt, the half-elf got to his feet and made his way over to a small table that he’d set up and took a seat. A soft Golden eye found itself looking at Astarion’s tent and the feeling of loneliness crept over Yanis. He liked the conversations and memories that they had made in their small group of misfits.
Yanis sat there for as long as he could before he felt boredom start to start to sink in. Today was their day off and yet he was dying of boredom. “Ugh…I wish there was something to do.” He grumbled, starting to grow antsy.
"So, how old are you really?" [[From Astarion with a cheeky smile]]
" somewhere around four hundred. there's no sun in barovia so it is rather difficult to keep track. " strahd leans back hair falling into his face. " and tell me little spawn. why do you have so much interest in how old, i am? "
@justanothermultimuse continued from Batty Questions
"Well, there could be so advantages to being so small and able to fly!" Frits pointed out. "But I am also quite curious as to the differences between a fully formed vampire and a spawn such as yourself. I am aware vampire masters tend to not tell their spawn of all their powers, but have you made such an attempt?"
Surely there was some information that they could learn on the matter. It was quite rare to speak with a vampire and not be their dinner, after all.
"Yes, I do believe there is record of Strahd doing that and quite a few other things. You know, this could be a chance for us to find out what powers spawn do have that their masters keep secret from them."
"I haven't?" The blonde asked, perplexed but pleased. "I don't know I suppose I thought you found me repulsive because of my nature. It sounds so foolish now," she sighed, fiddling with the sleeve of her dress out of her embarrassment.
"Somebody made a remark questioning how we get along while being so different, they called me sickeningly sweet," Lucy answered his question, even mimicking the tone of the person who made the comment. "And it made me think whether I was revolting to you. Because I do enjoy being in your company and it hurt to think that you might not enjoy being in mine."
