[ It was reassuring that he wasn't in the Brand, as that had been his first handful of panicked minutes, but he wasn't sure that space was really any better. A Brandstorm was definitely worse-
But Asteffiel should focus on other things! Like lunch. He had to regrow parts of his clothes from all the poking, jabbing crystals, which left the Sylvari a bit hungry.
Turned loose to pick out a place to stay, he enters the first door he can, and goes to inspect the cupboards… whether it's unoccupied or not. ]
.... Breakfast? ... What time is it ...? Eh. First food is always breakfast.
{B} Boom
Hmmm….
[ He's standing on the sandy side of the pier, holding the fishing rod in one hand, and a simple spear in the other. He could go fishing with the fishing tackle… ]
… Isn't it easier to just… hit the fish…
[ Well, he can try it this way, even if it doesn't seem like it would work very well. And he does try, for a good solid ten minutes, to make the fishing tackle work. It seems like the bass are mostly nibbling his bait away. ]
Definitely easier to hit the fish.
[ Asteffiel drops the fishing tackle, picks up his spear, and goes right for the waves. ]
{D} Red Shoes
Oh…. That's lovely… [ Asteffiel doesn't quite get up against the window of the shop, but he is uncomfortably close to it.
Watching. He may be forgetting to blink as he watches the tailors inside work on a yukata.
He shakes his right arm out, dropping the leaves and petals that make up his sleeve as unceremoniously as that. Eyes fixed on the tailors, new leaves and petals sprout on his arm and… it sort of looks like a yukata sleeve, if seamed differently, and pretty obviously made of… plants, like he is. ]
…. I wonder if they'll teach me?
{D} Dance the blues
[ Asteffiel's probably in the way of some poor florist, singing over a plot of plants.
In fact, when one tries to catch his attention, he shifts his feet back and forth, sinking a little into the soil, and continues singing simple songs to the plants before him.
It's not clear whether its him in the soil with them, or his singing, or something else, but did those plants perk up? ]
Asteffiel | Guild Wars 2 | Cordis
[ It was reassuring that he wasn't in the Brand, as that had been his first handful of panicked minutes, but he wasn't sure that space was really any better. A Brandstorm was definitely worse-
But Asteffiel should focus on other things! Like lunch. He had to regrow parts of his clothes from all the poking, jabbing crystals, which left the Sylvari a bit hungry.
Turned loose to pick out a place to stay, he enters the first door he can, and goes to inspect the cupboards… whether it's unoccupied or not. ]
.... Breakfast? ... What time is it ...? Eh. First food is always breakfast.
{B} Boom
Hmmm….
[ He's standing on the sandy side of the pier, holding the fishing rod in one hand, and a simple spear in the other. He could go fishing with the fishing tackle… ]
… Isn't it easier to just… hit the fish…
[ Well, he can try it this way, even if it doesn't seem like it would work very well. And he does try, for a good solid ten minutes, to make the fishing tackle work. It seems like the bass are mostly nibbling his bait away. ]
Definitely easier to hit the fish.
[ Asteffiel drops the fishing tackle, picks up his spear, and goes right for the waves. ]
{D} Red Shoes
Oh…. That's lovely… [ Asteffiel doesn't quite get up against the window of the shop, but he is uncomfortably close to it.
Watching. He may be forgetting to blink as he watches the tailors inside work on a yukata.
He shakes his right arm out, dropping the leaves and petals that make up his sleeve as unceremoniously as that. Eyes fixed on the tailors, new leaves and petals sprout on his arm and… it sort of looks like a yukata sleeve, if seamed differently, and pretty obviously made of… plants, like he is. ]
…. I wonder if they'll teach me?
{D} Dance the blues
[ Asteffiel's probably in the way of some poor florist, singing over a plot of plants.
In fact, when one tries to catch his attention, he shifts his feet back and forth, sinking a little into the soil, and continues singing simple songs to the plants before him.
It's not clear whether its him in the soil with them, or his singing, or something else, but did those plants perk up? ]