[You know I've never actually asked what line of work you're in before! But I take it from that that it's something programming related? Most important thing is loving your work though. That is the best. Also, I have often wondered whether the Grove would be like a non-stop allergy attack for people with hay fever because of all this damn pollen floating around! But I suppose the Dream would be safe even for allergy sufferers. lol]
For the time being, leaving was the absolute last thing on Aurus's mind. He set off from places when he began to feel that there was somewhere else he ought to be, but there was nowhere now that he felt he ought to be other than here with Charles. (And if he were to leave it would never ever be the way that Erik had done--if he'd known that history he would have assured Charles of that at once.)
"Oh I think there are plenty who disregard it all completely. Like humans with their zodiacs. It serves people at a certain point in life to have those sorts of tales and types. But at some point the beliefs become more of an amusement than a real world view." To Aurus's mind, the whole belief in cycles was just a way for the newly awoken to find a sense of structure and place. The majority of sylvari outgrew the idea, learning to find guidance in the Dream itself, even if that sometimes felt more enigmatic to decipher.
Perhaps, in his way, Charles might find a kind of guidance here in the Dream too. That's what Aurus was thinking as he felt the man's grip on his hand tighten, watched him reach out to cup the pollen mote in his hand. The light of it glowed around his fingers, but it would still be perfectly cool to the touch. In fact it would feel very subtle--a powdery softness so delicate and light that made it hard to tell one was touching it at all.
As to whether it had an effect, that would be difficult to say too, as subtle a touch as its weight on the hand. Was there a slowly building headiness? Or was that merely the atmosphere of the place? Was there a sensate hum of magic, slowing accumulating like a build-up of energy? All were as possible as they were impossible to pin down.
What was clear, at least to Aurus, was that the longer Charles was here, the more he seemed to let himself relax, the more he seemed willing to venture. And to him it felt deeply right, because while the Grove was a place of freedom and peace, the Dream was a place of experimentation and learning and discovery. Charles was still only seeing the tip of the iceberg.
Standing face to face with the man, Aurus watched him reach for the mote, watched the play of light over his features and the shifts in his expression, like he was as captivated by these as Charles was by his new environs. Aurus wasn't the only one watching him though--in fact watching them both.
The walkways between the pods were well populated. Not densely, to be sure, but there were other sylvari here, passing along the paths. They looked as solid and tangible as Aurus and Charles did, so not unawoken saplings. These were other dreamers, here during their own slumber, and while some simply went about their business, others were watching with interest, not unlike the students' interest when Aurus had appeared at breakfast the first morning.
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For the time being, leaving was the absolute last thing on Aurus's mind. He set off from places when he began to feel that there was somewhere else he ought to be, but there was nowhere now that he felt he ought to be other than here with Charles. (And if he were to leave it would never ever be the way that Erik had done--if he'd known that history he would have assured Charles of that at once.)
"Oh I think there are plenty who disregard it all completely. Like humans with their zodiacs. It serves people at a certain point in life to have those sorts of tales and types. But at some point the beliefs become more of an amusement than a real world view." To Aurus's mind, the whole belief in cycles was just a way for the newly awoken to find a sense of structure and place. The majority of sylvari outgrew the idea, learning to find guidance in the Dream itself, even if that sometimes felt more enigmatic to decipher.
Perhaps, in his way, Charles might find a kind of guidance here in the Dream too. That's what Aurus was thinking as he felt the man's grip on his hand tighten, watched him reach out to cup the pollen mote in his hand. The light of it glowed around his fingers, but it would still be perfectly cool to the touch. In fact it would feel very subtle--a powdery softness so delicate and light that made it hard to tell one was touching it at all.
As to whether it had an effect, that would be difficult to say too, as subtle a touch as its weight on the hand. Was there a slowly building headiness? Or was that merely the atmosphere of the place? Was there a sensate hum of magic, slowing accumulating like a build-up of energy? All were as possible as they were impossible to pin down.
What was clear, at least to Aurus, was that the longer Charles was here, the more he seemed to let himself relax, the more he seemed willing to venture. And to him it felt deeply right, because while the Grove was a place of freedom and peace, the Dream was a place of experimentation and learning and discovery. Charles was still only seeing the tip of the iceberg.
Standing face to face with the man, Aurus watched him reach for the mote, watched the play of light over his features and the shifts in his expression, like he was as captivated by these as Charles was by his new environs. Aurus wasn't the only one watching him though--in fact watching them both.
The walkways between the pods were well populated. Not densely, to be sure, but there were other sylvari here, passing along the paths. They looked as solid and tangible as Aurus and Charles did, so not unawoken saplings. These were other dreamers, here during their own slumber, and while some simply went about their business, others were watching with interest, not unlike the students' interest when Aurus had appeared at breakfast the first morning.