[No worries! I hope you will have a fabulous weekend of LARPing and that work project gets done without any hitches! I'll be around as always. :) Honestly the concept of the sylvari really uniquely grabbed my interest because they're not just wood elves, which is so often the done thing. And the cats legit crack me up too. Of all the things the devs could be doing they're out there programming cats. Cats encased in blocks of ice. Cats that make you soup. Cats that beat each other up in a massive home instance cat brawl.]
"I'd always thought I was more of a vagabond, personally," Aurus joked back. But he might be just a bit of a scoundrel, especially if the look he was giving Charles right now was taken into account--the look that said he would happily be a very bad influence on the man, leading him astray into all manner of sexual stratagems if given half the chance.
"Noon blooms are headstrong--bullheaded if I'm being less generous. They are people of action, and very often that action is fighting. They're doers, not talkers. But they also form the bulk of our Wardens, the Grove's peacekeeping force.
"Those of the cycle of dawn are their opposite--diplomats, talkers, planners. They're gregarious, sociable. They aren't any more numerous than those of the other cycles, but they do tend to speak up and make themselves known."
And here Aurus gave Charles a smile, ready to return the teasing, "And if you, my friend, were a sylvari, I would expect you to have awoken in the cycle of dusk. The cycle of bookish, urbane gentlemen." In point of fact, it was the cycle associated with intellectuals and philosophers, but close enough. Sometimes Charles' degree caught up with him indeed!
Not that Aurus minded. Actually, he was taken by a sudden desire to kiss the man, which he suppressed in favor of taking his hand for a moment and leading him to the top of the spiral walkway and through an open doorway which deposited them not into a room or a hallway, but actually onto the outside of the building they had just entered into.
From here it would become clear that a whole network of paths and walkways stretched out around them, wrapping to and fro in graceful curves that led to their own smaller room-sized "gourds" like a sort of grown colony or apartment building. It was beautiful enough on its own, but the view from up here was truly spectacular. If the Grove thus far had looked like the night sky closer to Earth, this was like being up among the stars.
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"I'd always thought I was more of a vagabond, personally," Aurus joked back. But he might be just a bit of a scoundrel, especially if the look he was giving Charles right now was taken into account--the look that said he would happily be a very bad influence on the man, leading him astray into all manner of sexual stratagems if given half the chance.
"Noon blooms are headstrong--bullheaded if I'm being less generous. They are people of action, and very often that action is fighting. They're doers, not talkers. But they also form the bulk of our Wardens, the Grove's peacekeeping force.
"Those of the cycle of dawn are their opposite--diplomats, talkers, planners. They're gregarious, sociable. They aren't any more numerous than those of the other cycles, but they do tend to speak up and make themselves known."
And here Aurus gave Charles a smile, ready to return the teasing, "And if you, my friend, were a sylvari, I would expect you to have awoken in the cycle of dusk. The cycle of bookish, urbane gentlemen." In point of fact, it was the cycle associated with intellectuals and philosophers, but close enough. Sometimes Charles' degree caught up with him indeed!
Not that Aurus minded. Actually, he was taken by a sudden desire to kiss the man, which he suppressed in favor of taking his hand for a moment and leading him to the top of the spiral walkway and through an open doorway which deposited them not into a room or a hallway, but actually onto the outside of the building they had just entered into.
From here it would become clear that a whole network of paths and walkways stretched out around them, wrapping to and fro in graceful curves that led to their own smaller room-sized "gourds" like a sort of grown colony or apartment building. It was beautiful enough on its own, but the view from up here was truly spectacular. If the Grove thus far had looked like the night sky closer to Earth, this was like being up among the stars.