[Dohalim had just about asked Morax about the aversion to tentacles in particular, but he can't help but feel a sense of mirth bubble up inside of him. there's a slight echo of laughter in the back of his mind that he now knows must come from Melqal, but as to why, well that's another question all on its own, isn't it.
even so, it's that thought that quirks the corners of Dohalim's lips upward, unable to filter that; he brings a hand up to cover his mouth in case someone questions him. he clears his throat to make sure there's no clear hint of amusement, not wanting to offend Morax in any way]
Ah... Thankfully, we are not particularly coastal when it comes to our cuisine. We specialise more in land animals. You have seen the small hamlet just outside of the city walls, yes? They are the main producers of the groceries you see here. [he gestures to the market stalls] Of course, only the finest ingredients are sent to the palace, but even the market offerings are of the freshest one can find.
[there's a real sense of pride in Dohalim's voice when he speaks of his realm and its people. how could he not be, when it had only been such a short time ago that the Dahnans were suffering at the hands of oppression? he may have a selfish reason for wanting to bring peace, but, in the end, does it truly matter if all parties are content?
as he leads Morax to Autelina Palace, Dohalim addresses the leader of the platoon following him, a lieutenant, before the guards are dispersed. he breathes out a soft sigh, before the doors are opened for the both of them.
inside, the walls and bases of the stairs are lined with fresh potted plants, complimenting the crisp blues, gilded golds and white marble of the interior, as Morax is lead deeper into the palace, he'll find that the palace itself is very open concept; two massive indoor gardens are lush and green with colourful flowers blooming as well as clear ponds with no ceiling overhead. the air is as fresh inside as it is outside.
not much has changed, since Melqal had dwelled in the same palace. perhaps it never did change, or perhaps Dohalim had restored it to its former glory. if that's the case, is it because of his other half's influence? or is it his own?
he pushes that thought aside as he pulls aside a passing maid, asking for her assistance to lead Morax to a guest bedroom with a drawn up bath and a change of clothes. he turns his attention to the other]
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even so, it's that thought that quirks the corners of Dohalim's lips upward, unable to filter that; he brings a hand up to cover his mouth in case someone questions him. he clears his throat to make sure there's no clear hint of amusement, not wanting to offend Morax in any way]
Ah... Thankfully, we are not particularly coastal when it comes to our cuisine. We specialise more in land animals. You have seen the small hamlet just outside of the city walls, yes? They are the main producers of the groceries you see here. [he gestures to the market stalls] Of course, only the finest ingredients are sent to the palace, but even the market offerings are of the freshest one can find.
[there's a real sense of pride in Dohalim's voice when he speaks of his realm and its people. how could he not be, when it had only been such a short time ago that the Dahnans were suffering at the hands of oppression? he may have a selfish reason for wanting to bring peace, but, in the end, does it truly matter if all parties are content?
as he leads Morax to Autelina Palace, Dohalim addresses the leader of the platoon following him, a lieutenant, before the guards are dispersed. he breathes out a soft sigh, before the doors are opened for the both of them.
inside, the walls and bases of the stairs are lined with fresh potted plants, complimenting the crisp blues, gilded golds and white marble of the interior, as Morax is lead deeper into the palace, he'll find that the palace itself is very open concept; two massive indoor gardens are lush and green with colourful flowers blooming as well as clear ponds with no ceiling overhead. the air is as fresh inside as it is outside.
not much has changed, since Melqal had dwelled in the same palace. perhaps it never did change, or perhaps Dohalim had restored it to its former glory. if that's the case, is it because of his other half's influence? or is it his own?
he pushes that thought aside as he pulls aside a passing maid, asking for her assistance to lead Morax to a guest bedroom with a drawn up bath and a change of clothes. he turns his attention to the other]
Is there anything else you will need?