#aelestri

Spoilers for the new Living World chapter.

Fancied drawing the Whispers babies being cute but couldn’t decide between Salad or Human. So I did both. Admittedly one was a scribble over the other, but I did both.

Human Varyllis and Aelestri.

When they travel together without the rest of the Whispers group, V and Aele share Aelestri’s griffon, Rex. 

Huevember Day 6! Still late but I may catch up.

I can never get Aelestri’s leaves right.

Still, cute babies. Do I ship it? Yeah I do. So much. Am I gunna make it canon?

Please accept my cutes.

Fae is the romantic. She’s the one that’ll get down on one knee to declare eternal love etc etc. Teyla, less so. She’ll experience gross, big, dramatic feelings and then possessively cling to Fae’s head until she’s told to let go.

V and Aele are the super loyal, supportive, ‘there for each other no matter what’ babies.

Between trying to finish my Valentines/LS3 writing and work I decided to stick my main and most written about characters into a line up.

Left to RIght: Vrishya, Odette De Lys, Aelestri, Varyllis, Ateyla, Faerylie, Klivvik, Caerthys, Tasia Wraithrend, Ellie Blacksmith, Erebus Swiftreaper, Lyaeris, Fyianna and Phenriel.

Something she’d never known about The Grove, rarely having stepped foot into it’s borders all her life, was that it was an abundantly good place. It was buzzing, safe and welcoming in a way she was sure she’d never experienced elsewhere. The strange city was a hub of life, explorers entering for the first time, citizens returning home, people everywhere living. Alive.

By now she’d sent word out to the Pale Reavers that while she was forever in their debt for pulling her out of a hot mess, she’d not be returning to them, at least not for a while. They were pleasant, thankful and pleased for her in their reply, which was swiftly followed by the arrival of a familiar Sylvari to the Sniper.

Lyaeris hadn’t sent word of her visit to The Grove, but Varyllis greeted her warmly anyway. Not that she’d have greeted her any other way, the Sylvari that had pulled her free of the Blighting Pod, her Saviour. They’d spent hours into the night talking about how things had been going, the Mender commenting heartily on how Varyllis had grown and healed since they’d last seen each other, a sly glance to the Thief lurking nearby and a light hearted comment on her choice of company.

Aelestri was entirely baffled by the intensely bright Sylvari that had joined them, wholly absorbed in the stories being retold and recounted, and finally realising exactly how firmly this cemented the fact in his head that Varyllis had survived Dragon corruption. Still, he kept to himself, out of their way while they chattered energetically.

By the time morning had rolled around, Lyaeris had left with a humbly proud grin and a tight embrace for the Sylvari she’d saved, a firm instruction to the slightly startled thief to ‘Keep looking out for her’ to which he’d nodded aggressively and promised.

The rest of the day was quiet.

“You know, she was right when she said you looked better than before,” he’d said quietly, eyes down turned to the pistols in pieces beside him on the ground, “You’ve got petals and leaves and little branches growing in.”

Not quite sure how to take this piece of observation, Varyllis swiveled on her seat, standing and stepping out of the breaking sunlight inside to find a mirror. On inspection, he was right too. Immediately she noticed how much of a vibrant red her vined hair was once again. Her skin, bark and leaves and brand new soft petals, had stayed a dark ashy brown but the vines cascaded longer than ever, crimson red. And her eyes, dulled like everything else a golden yellow, brighter than before.

In fact this revelation was startling to her. Did she feel better? Why hadn’t she noticed all of this? Taking a couple of deep breaths, eyes looking at the mirror...through it, she realised that, yes, she did feel better.

“You alright?”

She hadn’t noticed the smile across her lips when she turned away from her reflection to look down at the Sylvari thief on the ground behind. The Sylvari thief who seemed to need a moment to process something as he lifted his view and it set on the Engineer grinning confidently, comfortably.