Dorian Storm [Critical Role]

The Park

This was a nice park, Beleth thought. The year of time in Caldera had somewhat acclimatized her to the views of unusual people and open magic, but sometimes she would spot a fantastical creature floating by, or watch what seemed to be five varieties of elves all chatting with one another. She would have to ask about that some time -- or do some reading on the subject.

In the meantime, she's stretched out on a blanket, enjoying the shade of a nearby tree. Sharing the blanket with her is one infant with a mess of auburn curls, and a second bundle of curls rests in her arms. They have, helpfully, a pink hair bow and a blue hair bow, respectively. Beyond, anyone who knows her family well enough can spot the fathers of the children some yards away, watching the eldest daughter play with a group of other children.

It's a quiet, peaceful moment, rare for any mother -- but anyone approaching will get a warm smile and a gesture to some of the picnic snacks that rest in the nearby basket. She's eager to socialize outside of her family while she can.

(Though, of course, any of family will be greeted with a dazzling smile, and an arm reaching for a kiss)

Barcus' house

It's at Barcus' house that she starts catching up on her knowledge of Faerun -- so much like Thedas in ways, and so vastly different in others. It seems like it, similarly to Thedas, gets into regularly scheduled tumultuous events that threaten calamity. Magic flows much more freely -- but so too is there people who take advantage of magic to commit great evils.

Like the Evanuris...

Maybe that kind of thing was inevitable -- there would always be people eager to put themselves above others, and would use any tools available to gather the power for it.

Beleth is not alone in her musing, though she's been given some quiet -- a cradle has been set up nearby, and a mess of auburn curls can be seen peeking out of an embroidered sleeping sack. Whichever of the twins it is (the pink bow in the curls suggests Lini) they are sleeping peacefully, allowing her to conduct the research with little fuss.

Until feeding time, at least.