mingle a little Mor tonight

[catamite]

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: Sure!
Action: The wonderful world of Mor, nearby way-stations, and ships!
When: The first week or so of arrival

[this is it-- Atroma's surprise vacation stay for you all! it's time to explore, speculate, relax, and totally behave yourselves. right?

how are you all dealing with the ever-so-educational volcano? have you played around with the visual toggle on those collars yet? aren't they cool? aren't these peasant clothes rad? if you haven't had a decent meal since Abeo, maybe you could afford some of that authentic farm-raised meat they have here. historical!

I bet you're all excited and completely thrilled to be here! who wouldn't be? ...so, make some discoveries, make some friends, and have fun!]

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[innercactus]

[ Asteffiel has gotten over that whole Illusion Not From Coralberry problem.

Mostly by slipping out into the woods and ditching it through Death Shroud. He can't scare himself with human hands this way! Although that thing is supposed to be important so, he loops it on the extended leaves of his collar.

So here's a plantman, inching closer and peering at the herbs. ]

See any seeds?

[ He's a little wary now. He's already had one person scream and call him names. ]

... Wait, this season is better for seedlings. Seen any seedlings?

[timewalking]

[Kirian turn and regards the stranger. His demenaor is cold, terribly so, and he tilts his head at him.]

I have not.

[He leans back a bit, looking him over.]

Pardon, are you a treant?

[innercactus]

Oh.

[ Darn. The cold demeanor is a little worrying, but well. ]

I am a Sylvari. What is a treant?

[timewalking]

A, er...tree creature. We had them in Quel'thalas, they helped tend to the forests. I suppose it's an elf thing.

[He waves a hand dismissively and manages a slight smile.]

[innercactus]

... Similar, maybe? We grew our city, and most of our buildings when away from Mother too. And other things.

[ He tugs at his wide sleeves - which are not the peasant clothing (which is tied in a bundle and hanging from some woven grass), but something like a wide petal.

And now some curious study. "We had them", so m a y b e... ]

... Are you an elf, then?

[timewalking]

Were the ears not enough of a giveaway?

[Kirian actually manages an only slightly derisive chuckle.]

I am a blood elf.

[innercactus]

I didn't Dream of elves. [ ... mostly because Tyria doesn't have them. ]

Are you a blood elf because you have blood? Or is it something else?

[ Curiosity is a major Sylvari trait. ]

[timewalking]

We were named in memory of those of our race who died.

[He rarely thinks of the siege of Silvermoon anymore, when he can avoid it, but he raises his chin slightly against the memories that flooded him- memories of death and pain.]

[innercactus]

... Oh.

[ That means they were something else first, and then... probably a lot died.

Asteffiel shifts uneasily. ]

... Sorry.

[timewalking]

[Kirian shrugs, rolling his eyes a bit.]

Do not give me empty condolences or pity. We have survived, that means we are strong. I don't make a habit of dwelling on the past.

[It's a lie, but the one person he was always best at lying to was himself.]

[innercactus]

I asked something that hurt. And I don't like that I did.

[ Which is why he's apologizing! ]

[timewalking]

[Kirian waves a hand dismissively.]<.small>

Do not concern yourself with it.

[innercactus]

[ Studying him intently - He feels fine about it, right? Sure. ]

... Okay!

[ Subject dropped.


... now what. ]

[timewalking]

...so where do you Sylvari come from, if I might ask?

[innercactus]

Mother.

[ ... Okay he'll expand a little. ]

She is the Pale Tree. And The Grove, which we grew about her, is in the Maguuma Jungle!

[ ... That covers all the "where" right? ]