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]

... 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? ]