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[serves]

Who: Cullen Rutherford
Broadcast: Fleetwide video
Action: The Marsiva
When: Now.

[It's with some hesitance that Cullen even touches the console. He knows how it works (somehow), but he's not exactly comfortable with the concept of broadcasting. His lips are set in a thin, grim line for a few moments as he thinks of what to say.]

--Maker's breath, this is absurd.

[That just about sums up his thoughts right now.]

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[innercactus]

Oh. Then why are you trying to talk to a "maker"? Humans come as... as fleshlings, from parents.

[ He's a little stuck on that, and sounds rather proud that he remembered that parents are a thing. ]

I am a Sylvari. [ Which is why there might have been a little puff of pollen about when he moved. And why he doesn't get parents. ]

[serves]

[Cullen is just???? Stuck on all of this. SPACE. SYLVARI?? PO...LLEN...]

What in the world is a Sylvari?

[But if he meant harm, surely he'd done it by now.]

[innercactus]

... I am a Sylvari?

[ But he just said that. So clearly there needs to be more information.

He's starting to get the idea that far from home means really far from home. Sorry, thinking is somewhat difficult - how do you sum up what you are? ]

We are made of plants. We live in the Grove, under Mother's branches. Mostly. Or at least when we are saplings. [ Wait, that falls in a "what we do" more than a "what are". Hmmm. ]

... I don't know how to answer that question.

[serves]

[That's actually a pretty good explanation. Cullen tries to summarize.]

You're a plant. A talking plant.

[innercactus]

And walking. [ He hops from foot to foot to emphasize that he is mobile, yes. ]

And I eat too. I haven't figured out how to do that root thing. [ Which is not something that Sylvari do, Asteffiel is just... special. ]

[serves]

[It occurs to him that this is vaguely reminiscent of talking to Cole. Spirits, plants--sure, why not.]

And you were brought here with the rest of us?

[innercactus]

I woke up here, instead of where I went to sleep. That means brought.

I think.

[serves]

Yes. Brought.

[What... does he even do now.]

[innercactus]

[ Hmmmn. Good question.

Asteffiel studies him a little more, then goes back to his original questions. ]

Then who is 'Maker'?

[serves]

Our creator. Do you not believe in one? [Seeds? A giant farmer in the sky?]

[innercactus]

... You mean like Mother? [ so close. Golden fruit pods. ]

We live under and about Mother, because she is The Pale Tree, and very big!

[serves]

I... suppose. [Where is Jove where is his Inquisitor she is much better at this stuff than he is.]

[innercactus]

.... Unless you are talking about where Mother's seed came from.

[ He doesn't...

Well technically he does but he refuses to think on it. ]

[serves]

That would be you, would it not? The... seed. [Why is he even going on with this conversation--]

[innercactus]

I meant where Mother came from. Mother is a tree. [ Said a little slowly like he isn't sure that the guy is getting that trees have to come from seeds too. ]

We wake up from pods.

[serves]

[Cullen is no expert on plant life.]

I... suppose you would, wouldn't you.

[innercactus]

[ .... This human is hard to talk to.

So clearly its time for a topic change. ]

Are you hungry? I found the thing that makes food.

[serves]

Do you even eat the same things I eat?

[He mentioned a root thing. Something weird about this thing eating mutton and stew... and vegetables...]

[innercactus]

.. Do you not eat meat and vegetables and fruit?

[ That isn't what he found to eat, but it is what he would normally eat. ]

[serves]

I... do, yes.

[innercactus]

So do I!

[ He doesn't see where the weirdness comes in about him eating vegetables. ]

Someone on the ... communicator? showed me how to make a machine give me stuff that tastes like vegetables. I didn't find any fruit or meat settings though...