"Suit yourself, then. Seems a shame, but it's your heart. And hers, I suppose."
"Just as a general rule I don't want anything in my head 'fixed' or edited or looked at or changed or added to or removed or anything."
"Well, that's... fair enough. I'll bear it in mind. If you accidentally see me dancing or hear me singing, close your eyes or ears and resist very hard."
"Well, it's not a guarantee, if you're strong-willed you can resist it, but mortals who see me perform tend to fall in love with me. It's only temporary, and I can take it back entirely with some work, but I can't control it, and I get the feeling you wouldn't be a fan of the whole experience."
He carries on. "Anybody who really hates it resists, and they get a headache for a while but they haven't done anything they regret. And the rest of them have the best time of their lives - and I'm not exaggerating, you understand. There's nothing that can't be enhanced with Solar radiance. And I bless their crops, and they have healthy and fertile children... It works out for everyone."
She is currently dependent on this person for food and guidance and should stay quiet. She is currently dependent on this person for food and guidance and should stay quiet. She is currently dependent on this person for food and guidance and should stay quiet. She is -
"You look unhappy," he notes. "Are you hungry? Syl will be done in a few minutes."
He goes off on a tangent about the time they threw a feast for every god in the entire Northeast quadrant of the Isle. It had seventy courses. He loved it.
Most of the dishes shimmer with subtle golden light. All of them look indescribably delicious and foreign. There is so much.
Syl concludes her prayer and beams up at them. "Tuck in!"
"Thank you."
Shara takes some of all the more recognizable and some of the more appetizing-looking unrecognizable foods.
Aril eats an absolutely terrifying amount of food, surprising no one. His manners, at least, are decent. His chopsticks move with force and precision, carting food to his mouth like coal to a furnace.
"Oh, it's a dragonsfruit! Very, hmm... Not too sweet, but quite nice, and they're so pretty on a table it never hurts to put them out. There's one for each elemental dragon, but that only affects the color. Not like firemelons and airmelons and those. Would you like a taste?"
"Just cut it in half and scoop out a bite," she explains.