silent, in the trees [open]

[necrocabbage]

Characters: Trahearne, open to everyone
Date: Early February
Location: In and around the Dreaming Bridge
Situation: There's a quiet plant guy lurking around. That might be a little weird.
Warnings/Rating: Nothing yet


A. During the day - outside the Dreaming Bridge
When he's not busy with other matters, Trahearne has been spending some time right outside the Dreaming Bridge building. He mostly walks around the outside of the Quayside wing, though sometimes he makes a circle around the Breakwater wing as well, to cover all his bases.

What exactly he's doing out there might not be immediately obvious. When he's not just walking around, examining the dirt and peering under bushes like he's looking for something, he's been leaving little pieces of jerky in specific, tucked-away places. Trahearne later returns to check to see if the jerky is gone, but even when it's disappeared, he seems to keep walking away with nothing to show for the endeavor.

Whatever kind of animal Trahearne is trying to lure out hasn't yet revealed itself, but he's certainly patient enough to continue trying.



B. At night - in the Dreaming Bridge lounge/lobby
Trahearne hasn't been sleeping well. Tossing and turning is one thing, but after the first night when he kept waking from terrible nightmares, he decided that persisting in a useless endeavor would only end in disturbing his roommates. The idea of having to explain what he was seeing in his dreams to two complete strangers wasn't just unappealing, he knew that it wouldn't help matters any. He'd still have trouble sleeping, and he'd still wake them with it, whether they knew what was happening or not.

Instead, he's taken to slipping out of his room after the others are asleep, taking with him a small pile of books on the Planes that he's obtained from one of the local libraries. Trahearne then curls up in one of the more comfortable chairs in the public lounge, reading by the light of a lamp, up until he dozes off or simply can't see straight anymore. Whether he's found awake or asleep, he's always gone before sunrise, either to get breakfast or to return to his room to prepare for another day.

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[necrocabbage]

Trahearne snaps out of his distant gaze when Tenn continues talking, looking back to him with a small smile. "Incredible, yes. Even after using magic for so long, it's hard to not feel that way at times."

Well, there's nothing quite as good of a distraction as another question. He could probably talk about magic all night, if Tenn let him. "The interesting part is that my magic hasn't changed nearly as much as I would have expected." He says it with a roll of his shoulders, but his tone is rather thoughtful. "Some of it is more difficult to use, but the rest feels rather normal. Even my summoned minions look the same, and they come from a realm that isn't supposed to exist here. My best guess is that the magic on this world is malleable enough to mimic what I know. Perhaps it's the same way for everyone here."

[perfectenn]

Be careful what you wish for; Tenn may let him talk about magic and otherworldly matters all night. The explanations are easier to understand than what he was trying to absorb from the local academics, and the nighttime quiet and lack of distraction allow him to focus.

Tenn straightens his posture and raises his head. Summon? Minions? He's unsure of the exact context and reins in assumptions, but his curiosity is evident in an intent stare. "You said people didn't appear and disappear in your world, but you can call to other realms. Then this summoning is different?” Calling warriors from the Mist, perhaps? Trahearne mentioned portals, but not how those portals form. Or are they… no, that couldn't be. How could – why would – anyone summon the dead?

[necrocabbage]

Getting that question makes Trahearne's lips twitch, like he might be on the verge of a smile. "It's quite different, yes. I can't summon people. My minions aren't living beings in the first place. They're constructs, empty shells that are animated through my force of will. I can make one act as though it were a living creature, but that's the most of it."

Leaning in a little closer, he said almost conspiratorially, "I can give you a demonstration, if you'd like. But I do have to warn you that their appearance can be a bit startling."

[perfectenn]

Constructs as in golems or elementals? Tenn played enough video games as a child to have a wide range of the concept. Not that any of those could exist... until now. But that last line has him checking his interest. Trahearne's appearance is 'startling' enough. Tenn questions his definition of the word and errs on the side of caution.

After years of standing on stage, it's a simple matter to hide his unease. Tenn returns a wry smile. "Perhaps later. I do plan on sleeping tonight." Though he would like to see such a summoning, sometime in the future, and preferably under peaceful circumstances.

[necrocabbage]

Chuckling softly, Trahearne settles back into his chair with a nod. "That's completely fair, and I'd hate to trouble your sleep. I'll be happy to show you my magic whenever you like."

Though, speaking of sleep... Tenn had seemed quite fatigued when they started talking. Trahearne was no better, but it didn't show as easily in sylvari. His habit of sleepless nights was starting to show in his leaves instead, the edges having slowly started to curl the longer it went on.

"Has all this talking settled your mind? I fear that it might only keep you up longer. I know that it must be a lot of information to take in at once."

[perfectenn]

Tenn shakes his head, though his smile dims. "It's fine. When I can't sleep, I prefer to be distracted.” If he doesn’t distract himself, he’s left scrolling through old chat logs, looking at familiar names separated from him by more than just time zones.

“It has been.” He admits that much at least, though he won’t confess to the extent of it. He’s always thrived under pressure, but it’s been some time since learning was such a priority. “But if I'm going to live here, I should know these things. Magic and the presence of other planes are where this place differs most from the world I know. I won’t burden others with ignorance." It’s a dour note that Tenn meets with a determined countenance, but he trades it for a polite nod to Trahearne. “I appreciate the time you spend explaining your world and view to me. Thank you.”

[necrocabbage]

Regarding him with a smile, Trahearne said, "You're quite welcome, but I would never refuse to share knowledge. It's one of our best tools for understanding this new world we've found ourselves in. There might even be some common thread for why Dreamfolk arrive here. We'll never know for sure unless we're free in exchanging what we know."

Granted, the change that they'd find out anything about Dreamfolk that the locals hadn't already figured out was small, but it was still there. They couldn't discount the possibility.

"I admire your resolve to learn, especially when these topics are so new to you. If you have other questions in the future, I'll be happy to tell you anything more I know of."