It’s not the temperature that gets Ilphyl first. It is taking eyes adapted to seeing my luminescent fungus and starlight, and exposing them to noonday sun with zero shade and sand that reflects the light back up.
Cue a figure trying to draw down their hat, while delivering a long string of curse words directed at the sun, the surface, and their circumstances in general. Ilphyl hasn’t stopped to reflect that they don’t remember much, including the cultural context for most of their cursing. Or that they do remember a few tricks that would help travel through a hostile environment. Maybe once they are no longer in pain, even if it means blindfolding themselves and waiting for the sun to go down and travel in easier conditions than this nonsense.
They don’t know that unless they actually find someone, they will be waiting quite a bit. Or that travel at night has its own pitfalls.
Their hearing is still easily enough to pick out if anyone approaches, and they turn their head to face them, despite not being able to see shit. “All right, you are definitely not a vulture.”
Bullrider Ilphyl is a career adventurer, and technically not yet at the age elves are considered 'adults'. It doesn’t actually take much mental prompting to line up, just the awareness that something is going on and that they want to be part of it. They approach to the rope, watching while bouncing a bit on their toes, waiting for whatever poor sap that is trying the bull now to go flinging off. They grin if someone else approaches them. “Check this out!”
It doesn’t even feel like they need to win, they just want to try. Maybe show off a bit. Maybe learn if this is something they actually know how to do, or if this is a new experience.
Ilphyl | Original Character
It’s not the temperature that gets Ilphyl first. It is taking eyes adapted to seeing my luminescent fungus and starlight, and exposing them to noonday sun with zero shade and sand that reflects the light back up.
Cue a figure trying to draw down their hat, while delivering a long string of curse words directed at the sun, the surface, and their circumstances in general. Ilphyl hasn’t stopped to reflect that they don’t remember much, including the cultural context for most of their cursing. Or that they do remember a few tricks that would help travel through a hostile environment. Maybe once they are no longer in pain, even if it means blindfolding themselves and waiting for the sun to go down and travel in easier conditions than this nonsense.
They don’t know that unless they actually find someone, they will be waiting quite a bit. Or that travel at night has its own pitfalls.
Their hearing is still easily enough to pick out if anyone approaches, and they turn their head to face them, despite not being able to see shit. “All right, you are definitely not a vulture.”
Bullrider
Ilphyl is a career adventurer, and technically not yet at the age elves are considered 'adults'. It doesn’t actually take much mental prompting to line up, just the awareness that something is going on and that they want to be part of it. They approach to the rope, watching while bouncing a bit on their toes, waiting for whatever poor sap that is trying the bull now to go flinging off. They grin if someone else approaches them. “Check this out!”
It doesn’t even feel like they need to win, they just want to try. Maybe show off a bit. Maybe learn if this is something they actually know how to do, or if this is a new experience.