Trahearne turns to face the Fool more directly, getting comfortable in his chair. "We're a very new race, in the scheme of things. You might like the story of how our Mother Tree came to be - I always thought it was a hopeful tale."
He softly clears his throat before beginning, "Well over 250 years ago during the Krytan Civil War, there was a soldier named Ronan who found across a special seed. He took it home with him after his battles, only to find that in his absence, his village had been raided and his family killed. In his grief, he swore to lay down his weapons, and so he planted the seed over their graves.
Afterward, he met the centaur Ventari, who had before fought against humans but since then sworn himself to peace. The two founded a safe haven near where the tree was planted. The two of them remained in that small sanctuary until Ronan grew old and died, with Ventari to join him some years later. Before Ventari's passing, he carved his lessons of peace upon a large stone tablet, left at the tree's roots.
But even after their deaths, the tree continued to grow - until us sylvari emerged, those two centuries later. There were only twelve of us 'firstborn' to begin with, until the secondborn came two years later, and many more sylvari after that. The Pale Tree cannot move around like we do, but she can show a manifestation of herself to us. She is our mother, and the steward of the Dream we all share. We have also kept Ventari's Tablet, and we have been guided by its lessons ever since we left our pods."
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He softly clears his throat before beginning, "Well over 250 years ago during the Krytan Civil War, there was a soldier named Ronan who found across a special seed. He took it home with him after his battles, only to find that in his absence, his village had been raided and his family killed. In his grief, he swore to lay down his weapons, and so he planted the seed over their graves.
Afterward, he met the centaur Ventari, who had before fought against humans but since then sworn himself to peace. The two founded a safe haven near where the tree was planted. The two of them remained in that small sanctuary until Ronan grew old and died, with Ventari to join him some years later. Before Ventari's passing, he carved his lessons of peace upon a large stone tablet, left at the tree's roots.
But even after their deaths, the tree continued to grow - until us sylvari emerged, those two centuries later. There were only twelve of us 'firstborn' to begin with, until the secondborn came two years later, and many more sylvari after that. The Pale Tree cannot move around like we do, but she can show a manifestation of herself to us. She is our mother, and the steward of the Dream we all share. We have also kept Ventari's Tablet, and we have been guided by its lessons ever since we left our pods."