[Brits don't have nearly the talking-about-the-weather monopoly that they like to think they do lol. We're going down to spend the rest of this week in my partner's hometown in Devon. (Predictable weather remarks about English seaside towns in late October go here.) We should have internet at our holiday flat though, so I expect I'll still be tagging as usual. Also, waypoints = one of the biggest sources of argument for GW2 RPers--no one can agree how best to deal with them, but neither can they ignore them because they factor directly into the story of the game.]
"It's a lucky person who can draw a clear line between having a dream and seeing the reality come to pass," Aurus smiled. "There are many who lack the means, whatever their dreams may be, and I suspect that must be true in your world as well as mine." He was thinking here of Hakkyuu who grew up alone and on the streets, and of the best friend he'd been told the boy left behind in Ebonhawke when the city cast him out in fear; and he was thinking, by contrast, of Trahearne, one of the Firstborn whose Wyld Hunt had called him to cleanse the corruption from the land of Orr, a task which for decades seemed purely impossible.
He did not dwell on this point though, nor did he dwell on the momentary whiteness in Charles' knuckles. The way Aurus saw it, all the flirtation was all a bit like stretching a limb: you had to back off before it reached the point of strain, but if you backed off too far, it would never get more limber.
Besides, it was perfectly clear that if Charles would just let go of his resistance, he would actually be quite good at the game of it. The kind of good a person only got from having had a lot of practice. That rather made Aurus wonder what Charles had been like in the past, before his injury. (Of course it still wasn't really occurring to him to wonder much whether gender was any factor in the whole equation--given their species difference, the fact that they were the same sex seemed to him possibly the most minor point of consideration.)
For the moment, though, they could talk about modes of transportation. Aurus could even manage to flirt while talking about modes of transportation if he set his mind to it, since flirting was as much about delivery as about topic. He told Charles that horses, while not unknown, had not been seen in Tyria for many centuries, though no one could say why. They had oxen and dolyaks--massive, shaggy bests of burden--and most local transportation was simply by foot or in wagons.
They did have means of flying though: airships, primarily. The Pact had a whole fleet of them, and they were huge and mighty...but not terribly fast. "And, though I have teased you about people living up in your sky, we do have some who live in ours: the Zephyrites, stewards of the heritage of Glint, have a whole culture based on their own airship fleet which rarely lands at all."
As for the asura gates, some people found them prohibitively expensive, especially for moving goods or cargo, and waypoints were even more specialist: they could never take you anywhere you hadn't already been and were almost exclusively used by adventurous sorts and explorers.
"We do have vehicles that are more like your cars and trucks though. They are made by charr, of whom I've told you little so far. They are the greatest engineers of our world, but the machines they build are machines of war--tanks, helicopters, armored charrcars. They've been at war with humans for centuries, and its only within the past few years that a truce has finally been struck. They're a massive, horned feline race--like a cross between a war-cat and a minotaur. So perhaps you can imagine how unlikely they'd be to produce vehicles so brightly colored or shiny," a nod towards the TV here and the cars on the screen. "Or, I think, with so much glass."
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"It's a lucky person who can draw a clear line between having a dream and seeing the reality come to pass," Aurus smiled. "There are many who lack the means, whatever their dreams may be, and I suspect that must be true in your world as well as mine." He was thinking here of Hakkyuu who grew up alone and on the streets, and of the best friend he'd been told the boy left behind in Ebonhawke when the city cast him out in fear; and he was thinking, by contrast, of Trahearne, one of the Firstborn whose Wyld Hunt had called him to cleanse the corruption from the land of Orr, a task which for decades seemed purely impossible.
He did not dwell on this point though, nor did he dwell on the momentary whiteness in Charles' knuckles. The way Aurus saw it, all the flirtation was all a bit like stretching a limb: you had to back off before it reached the point of strain, but if you backed off too far, it would never get more limber.
Besides, it was perfectly clear that if Charles would just let go of his resistance, he would actually be quite good at the game of it. The kind of good a person only got from having had a lot of practice. That rather made Aurus wonder what Charles had been like in the past, before his injury. (Of course it still wasn't really occurring to him to wonder much whether gender was any factor in the whole equation--given their species difference, the fact that they were the same sex seemed to him possibly the most minor point of consideration.)
For the moment, though, they could talk about modes of transportation. Aurus could even manage to flirt while talking about modes of transportation if he set his mind to it, since flirting was as much about delivery as about topic. He told Charles that horses, while not unknown, had not been seen in Tyria for many centuries, though no one could say why. They had oxen and dolyaks--massive, shaggy bests of burden--and most local transportation was simply by foot or in wagons.
They did have means of flying though: airships, primarily. The Pact had a whole fleet of them, and they were huge and mighty...but not terribly fast. "And, though I have teased you about people living up in your sky, we do have some who live in ours: the Zephyrites, stewards of the heritage of Glint, have a whole culture based on their own airship fleet which rarely lands at all."
As for the asura gates, some people found them prohibitively expensive, especially for moving goods or cargo, and waypoints were even more specialist: they could never take you anywhere you hadn't already been and were almost exclusively used by adventurous sorts and explorers.
"We do have vehicles that are more like your cars and trucks though. They are made by charr, of whom I've told you little so far. They are the greatest engineers of our world, but the machines they build are machines of war--tanks, helicopters, armored charrcars. They've been at war with humans for centuries, and its only within the past few years that a truce has finally been struck. They're a massive, horned feline race--like a cross between a war-cat and a minotaur. So perhaps you can imagine how unlikely they'd be to produce vehicles so brightly colored or shiny," a nod towards the TV here and the cars on the screen. "Or, I think, with so much glass."