>>6022959>>6023022>>6023320>>6023599With Amaranth's apprentice gone and the threat of your pursuer soon to be dealt with, you feel as though the weight of several boulders has rolled off of your shoulders. Exhaling, you approach Luaue, who addresses the assembled children instructively, and observe her lecture. "... This place was our home, once, and it could be again someday. But for now, we will have to find a place for ourselves in the city, with people who are not like us," she explains in simple terms, her words conveying a cautious optimism.
"Many of you are old enough to remember when we traveled and met humans, and dwarves, and halflings during our festivals. But visiting and them and living together are very different. Some of them feel like drow do not belong with them, but this isn't true. Eilistraee always meant for us to be their friends, and though it will take time, I know that they will accept us one day," she asserts, taking notice of you as you enter her view. "Did you need something, Sindiira?"
"Just watching," you state coolly as you survey the crowd. The older children must be busying themselves helping out around the camp, for there is not a child here over twenty. They look upon you with timid wonderment, a reminder that you are quite unlike any other person that they have ever seen. Their parents were already born and raised on the surface world, and even the old woman Chessayne has lived more years as a surfacer than a priestess. With the deaths of their elders, it seems that the link between these young ones and their culture has been completely severed. A tragedy that you could potentially undo.
"I will teach them something," you hum. She tries and fails to suppress a smile, pleased by your proactive decision, and steps aside to spectate.
>AHEM. I am MALLA JABBRESS Sindiira Torani, here to teach these pitiful little mongrels how to speak the proper Ilythiirra of their ancestors, such that they might be liberated from the indignity of being forced to use the feral surfacer tongue amongst their kin.>These unfortunate surface-born children must be enlightened to our glorious history, lest they grow up in ignorance. We are not 'drow,' we are the mighty Ilythiiri, the people of the ancient kingdom of Ilythiir, denied our birthright by the perfidious darthiir...>I will share with them the secrets of our homeland in the Underdark, of all that I have seen and fought and killed. For below the world there is another quite unlike this one... 