"Perhaps I am too used to it," Aurus said, "too used to being over-awed by the numinous. I have long since left off trying to name or even truly grasp much of what I see. There was a time when I tried."
He looked down into Charles' eyes, still holding him close, letting the embrace and the low calm tones of his voice extend the little cocoon of comfort he was drawing around them.
"Mistrustful though I am of asura, they have a concept that perhaps comes close to naming what we saw. It was, I believe, a part of what they call the Eternal Alchemy. A sort of...cosmic mechanism. I think, though, that what we saw is only a metaphor, a representation of an idea that no one can truly see at all."
Aurus wasn't saying these things to try and press Charles to think too hard on them, but merely to have something to say, and if the words themselves might not have been wholly comforting, the tone in which he spoke them certainly was, like he was telling Charles a sort of folk story.
He lifted a hand to the man's jaw, brushing the skin lightly--it was the sort of touch he now knew would be verboten were the two of them sitting out on a lawn in Charles' world. Here, however, no one would look askance at them for a moment. (In fact, there were other sylvari nearby, but none seemed the least bit concerned with Aurus and Charles.) "I am hoping that the adventure will be a good deal more enjoyable from here on," he said. "I can promise, at least, no more psychotropic visions. The Dream does not behave like a drug trip."
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He looked down into Charles' eyes, still holding him close, letting the embrace and the low calm tones of his voice extend the little cocoon of comfort he was drawing around them.
"Mistrustful though I am of asura, they have a concept that perhaps comes close to naming what we saw. It was, I believe, a part of what they call the Eternal Alchemy. A sort of...cosmic mechanism. I think, though, that what we saw is only a metaphor, a representation of an idea that no one can truly see at all."
Aurus wasn't saying these things to try and press Charles to think too hard on them, but merely to have something to say, and if the words themselves might not have been wholly comforting, the tone in which he spoke them certainly was, like he was telling Charles a sort of folk story.
He lifted a hand to the man's jaw, brushing the skin lightly--it was the sort of touch he now knew would be verboten were the two of them sitting out on a lawn in Charles' world. Here, however, no one would look askance at them for a moment. (In fact, there were other sylvari nearby, but none seemed the least bit concerned with Aurus and Charles.) "I am hoping that the adventure will be a good deal more enjoyable from here on," he said. "I can promise, at least, no more psychotropic visions. The Dream does not behave like a drug trip."