[I freely accept all this blame, yup yup! And cutscene recaps can be so great! (When we watched that end of the world/Answers cutscene the first thing my partner said was "God if that was my fandom I'd have cried my eyes out.") It's so interesting to see how some of the differences between FFXIV and GW2 play out in things like this. Like you can really see the huge impact of Square Enix's development resources and budget just in the cutscenes and promo releases for FFXIV. Anet is a comparatively tiny company with like 250 employees total. And as I was thinking about it I realized that of all the new music we got with the HoT expansion, there wasn't a single new song with lyrics, it was all instrumental. (We also aren't getting a new expansion any time soon. They haven't even announced the next one yet. We do get regular living world updates with new story and new maps every 3 months or so though.) Just two very different MMO kinds of experiences--GW2 is very non-traditional, while I'm under the impression that FFXIV is like a mashup between a more traditional MMO and a console-style RPG. Als, btw, I shall just include a couple of reference pics with each of my tags since I think my descriptions don't give the clearest picture. Here's ground floor chambers 1 and 2.]
It seemed to Aurus that Charles was more alive, more free here in the Dream than he'd ever seen him before, and it was more than enchanting. For him, it was like watching the dawn's first sunlight on day lilies. If Charles' reservations in other areas had not remained, Aurus would taken him into his arms right there and then. (He wondered if that desire was one that Charles could feel despite his carefully checked behavior.)
"We live communally," he explained with a small shake of his head, watching as Charles tried the mechanism of the door and it answered his touch without hesitation, like a fly trap or a touch-me-not plant.
"Several dozen sylvari probably call this place home now. Were I to return to the Grove, I might take a bed here, but there are many options. Some prefer to live with other blooms of their same cycle--each has their own 'garden.' Some wish to be close to their lovers or friends. There are all manner of arrangements, but it's rare for us to think of owning a domicile like humans think of owning a house."
Inside the building was like being inside a tree, only quite airy and open (perhaps strangely, with several cats wandering around). The walls were like bark, and there were two main chambers on the ground floor along with several smaller ones. All were communal, and some led out onto terrace-like spots bordered with green vine railings. There was a pond leading off the back of the building, edged by a tall outer wall of cypress trees. But perhaps most spectacular was not the ground floor at all.
Suspended from the high ceiling of the central chamber, a sort of natural chandelier lit the interior with large bulb-like blossoms adorned with bioluminescent vines and leaves. (As with the other glowing lights, no amount of searching would reveal a clear source for the illumination, just as it was hard to say clearly just where foxfire would appear before the lights turned down to reveal it.)
Stretching up towards the upper floors, which themselves looked quite open and airy, were not stairs but rather smoothy curving walkways, and Aurus led them towards these. "All that you see is grown or still growing," he explained as though sensing some part of Charles' questions. "Even the furnishings. I suppose that's why we rarely think of places here as private possessions. The whole architecture of the Grove has been shaped from the limbs and roots of the Pale Tree, augmented at times by other growth, of course."
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It seemed to Aurus that Charles was more alive, more free here in the Dream than he'd ever seen him before, and it was more than enchanting. For him, it was like watching the dawn's first sunlight on day lilies. If Charles' reservations in other areas had not remained, Aurus would taken him into his arms right there and then. (He wondered if that desire was one that Charles could feel despite his carefully checked behavior.)
"We live communally," he explained with a small shake of his head, watching as Charles tried the mechanism of the door and it answered his touch without hesitation, like a fly trap or a touch-me-not plant.
"Several dozen sylvari probably call this place home now. Were I to return to the Grove, I might take a bed here, but there are many options. Some prefer to live with other blooms of their same cycle--each has their own 'garden.' Some wish to be close to their lovers or friends. There are all manner of arrangements, but it's rare for us to think of owning a domicile like humans think of owning a house."
Inside the building was like being inside a tree, only quite airy and open (perhaps strangely, with several cats wandering around). The walls were like bark, and there were two main chambers on the ground floor along with several smaller ones. All were communal, and some led out onto terrace-like spots bordered with green vine railings. There was a pond leading off the back of the building, edged by a tall outer wall of cypress trees. But perhaps most spectacular was not the ground floor at all.
Suspended from the high ceiling of the central chamber, a sort of natural chandelier lit the interior with large bulb-like blossoms adorned with bioluminescent vines and leaves. (As with the other glowing lights, no amount of searching would reveal a clear source for the illumination, just as it was hard to say clearly just where foxfire would appear before the lights turned down to reveal it.)
Stretching up towards the upper floors, which themselves looked quite open and airy, were not stairs but rather smoothy curving walkways, and Aurus led them towards these. "All that you see is grown or still growing," he explained as though sensing some part of Charles' questions. "Even the furnishings. I suppose that's why we rarely think of places here as private possessions. The whole architecture of the Grove has been shaped from the limbs and roots of the Pale Tree, augmented at times by other growth, of course."