Flicker was surprised when Cascade name-dropped an elven god as her deity of worship, albeit one that had played little role in their religious education growing up. A small, forest-dwelling village of wood elves had less reason to offer prayers to an ocean god like Deep Sashelas than the other Seldarine, but there were still efforts made to make sure the youth were at least somewhat familiar with all of the pantheon. Flicker squinted slightly at Cascade, wondering if, like them, she too had elven heritage.

They didn't get the opportunity to pursue this line of inquiry, however, as the conversation moved on to their plans to aid Zephyr. Flicker shot Jormund a look when the earth genasi began chugging down copious amounts of drink, with the suggestion that they enjoy the festivities for the night. [color=f7941d]"How much have you had to drink?"[/color] they said. [color=f7941d]"Considering we're traveling tomorrow, you might want to consider slowing down a little."[/color] They were attempting to sound concerned and sensible, but their tone made their words come across as more judgemental.

When Cascade asked what everyone would like for her to carve for them, Flicker glanced over at her and shook their head slightly. [color=f7941d]"Err, nothing for me, thanks,"[/color] they said. [color=f7941d]"Me and wood don't exactly... mix."[/color] They gestured to the fiery glow of their hair and eyes.