Welcome to the continuing struggle that is me trying to draw my human/norn couple.
Never make a human/norn pairing the scale will destroy you. With like, asura or charr at least you have the ācreatureā aspects to hide behind, but with norns and humans itās just really big humans with humans, and it is really hard to not have it look just plain wrong.
Amusing side note, Erabast is NOT short. Heās the tallest a human male can be, dude is way tall. Wynne is just....well sheās the tallest a female norn can be.
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So Erabast drinks (and has done so) probably more than a āgood soldierā ought to, but he has always kept it off duty.
During HoT he doesnāt drink at all of course, I mean itās not exactly accessible and heās busy being a Commander in hell, no time for being anything less than 110% focused. He always has his trusty flask with him however, filled with water. Obviously itās not the same but when heās especially done with a situation he still swigs it like itās whiskey and swishes it around while wishing it WERE whiskey.
At least heās never dehydrated out there. Bless his weary soul.
So until such a time as I actually get these things all written (my GW2 stuff this time, not my agents stuff) Iāve decided to occasionally post random cute facts about my babies, so that I donāt explode and so you get to enjoy learning about my children.
So for fashion week Iāve posted Tenoar and Erabast yes? Yes. Tenoar has the Krytan sword. That sword? That was Erabastās.
On a meta level this is because Erabast was meant to be my main, as in do dungeons and such, but then as I played Tenoar I realized that he was my one true love above all others (not that I donāt love all my children equally like any good mother, but you understand), so Erabastās ascended sword was given to Tenoar.
In story this is legit a result of Erabast teaching Tenoar to fight with a sword and dagger (something I had already pictured happening) and then giving him a sword down the line (once dragon stuff starts happening) as a sort of self-assurance that Tenoar would be alright on his own. When Erabast wasnāt around to physically keep an eye on him, he would at least have Erabastās sword to protect him.Ā
Oh. Also. My son Erabast 2 manned that Wintersday event, Tixxās or whatever, with my friendās warrior and developed a....sensitivity to the sound of those toy pop guns. They produce anxiety ok. And someone had one during Dragonās Stand last night. So sick, fighting horrible monsters, worried about his best friend (Iāll write about that later) and (because no one would actually have that in combat) hallucinating a traumatic sound. Yes good. Sorry my son.
So I finally did the dragon stand meta event last night. I was sick as a dog and my friend was likeĀ āYo you wanna do this or what?ā and I said why the heck not. Doing something new and intense while dying is a great idea right? Legit. Head cold; literally having to mouth breath I was so stuffy, sneezing, coughing, eyes watering, it was bad ok. (Iām still dying thank you very much).
And as happens my state of being affected my thoughts about the game and so me and my play buddy now firmly believe that my warrior son Erabast was completely whipped during the final assault on Mordremoth, along with probably many other Pact members who also picked up some jungle virus (except the sylvari cause they donāt get the same illnesses as the other races. Is that canon? Itās a thing for us). Anyway, so yea, doing DS while dying from mucus was a great idea and much in the way of fun headcanons about sick soldiers has resulted. A+ usage of being sick, highly recommend.
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Eyy I actually kept writing on this! I also post on fanfiction.net (Iām old ok) if you wanna see my stuff in one easy to find place. *glares at tumblr tags*
Erabast glanced over at Tenoar through the crowd. It was market day and Tenoar had been very excited about the opportunity to go see a human market with Erabast. Erabast himself didn't normally think much of the market; visiting it was simply a task that had to be done every week. For Tenoar however it was a grand adventure, as was everything it seemed to Erabast. Honestly he found it charming in spite of it making him want to laugh at the short sylvari almost constantly. This particular trip was becoming something more of an adventure than usual, it was always crowded and now Erabast was really noticing it as he was trying to keep track of a child sized companion. Hence the glancing back with frequency. Tenoar seemed quite comfortable however, he'd weave in and out of the throng to look closer at stalls and find his way back to Erabast's side just quietly enough to startle the man when he commented on the goods.
Tenoar seemed to have been waylaid this time however. Mr. Rochester, of course it was. The man was nothing if not a talker and Tenoar loved to listen. Well, perhaps it was for the best. Erabast signaled Tenoar that he would be back and went about actually getting the items he'd set out for; returning to the stall about 15 minutes later. Sure enough Rochester was still going. Tenoar had found a barrel to sit on and was listening intently to the man's opinion on that season's turnip crop. The man was also loading up a basket with "recommended" purchases. Erabast approached and eyed it critically. Tenoar had money, and Erabast wasn't normally one to interfere in other people's business but he felt a certain protectiveness for Tenoar, even if he'd only known him a week, and didn't want him to be taken advantage of. Tenoar noted Erabast's return however and slipped off the barrel and politely began excusing himself while removing items from the basket. He did leave some and was quite complimentary of them before turning to fallow Erabast.
"All done?" Tenoar asked.
"Yes. You?" Erabast returned the question. Tenoar giggled. "Oh yes, that man was very helpful in telling me about things I should try while I'm here. And places I should visit on my way east." Erabast directed them down a side street to avoid the crowd at the Harrington produce stall.
"Still planning on heading towards Hoelbrak?" he asked.
"Oh yes, although I may stop in a place called Lion's Arch first. Practically everyone I meet seems to tell me to go there, including your father the other afternoon." Tenoar was staring at his feet, seemingly trying to step on only the gray stones as opposed to the ones with reddish hues. Erabast smiled. His father loved Lion's Arch, one of the best places in the world to meet people and trade stories. Yes, if it was what his father described Tenoar would like it. Erabast himself had never been there, he'd been born and raised in Divinity's Reach and beyond some Seraph postings in the Hinterlands and Queensdale he'd never left. Tenoar went on to share a story he'd heard from an Asura he'd met a couple days before who'd told him about Moa racing.
Erabast was on duty that evening, so an early dinner was planned. Erabast set about getting things together in the kitchen once they were back at the house while Tenoar flitted around him, helping and getting in the way in turn. He had only done a little bit of cooking before coming to Divinity's Reach, mostly consisting of burning things over camp fires on his trip, but he'd developed a mighty interest in learning more and was in the kitchen whenever Erabast was. Erabast himself was not exactly a great cook, but he could follow a recipe and showed Tenoar several he'd gotten from neighbors over the years. Tenoar had dutifully copied each one into one of his several notebooks; and in fact was doing so again at this moment as Erabast hadn't anything he could really help with tonight.
"Hey, can I try making these? I have most of the ingredients myself, I would just need to borrow someā¦.flour and cinnamon if you have it?" Tenoar looked up. Erabast turned slightly from the counter.
"You can have whatever you need. What are these though?" He asked.
"Apple turnovers." Tenoar held up the recipe and grinned. He'd picked up quite a liking for apples cooked any which way it seemed to Erabast. He shrugged, he'd never tried that recipe himself, he hated baking. Tenoar took the motion as an affirmative and set about pulling things out of his basket. Tullius was sitting in a sort of cushioned chair in what they called the living room, though it was really just an extension of the kitchen, observing the proceedings. Tenoar began carefully laying out his ingredients in his usual style. Erabast wasn't paying much attention to him, only occasionally glancing over, that is until Tenoar got to the butter. He'd carefully set out two sticks, then grabbed a third. He unwrapped it and after a moment of examining it stuck it in his mouth and bit down. Erabast just stared. He'd seen Tenoar do some weird things in the past week and frankly showing surprise wasn't really in his make-up to begin with. He did very much want to see how this was going to go though. Tenoar tried to chew, made a thoughtful face and swallowed. So it went till he'd eaten the whole stick. He turned to Erabast when he was finished.
"ā¦.How was it?" Erabast asked.
"It has a lovely texture." Tenoar said, smiling. Erabast raised one eyebrow.
"Ok, seriously, why did you do that?" he asked.
"Huh? Should I not have?" Tenoar looked concerned, he was afraid he'd done something offensive.
"No, it's fine. Well, kind of gross I guess butā¦look, people don't normally just eat butter." Erabast tried to explain.
"They don't? Mr. Rochester said it was the best food in Tyria." Tenoar was celearly confused. He saw no reason the butter should be any different from the bar of chocolate Erabast had given him yesterday or the banana he'd had in the Queensdale market. Erabast snorted and turned back to the sink with a smile.
"Ok, that's debatable. But we don't typically just eat it regardless. It's meant to be an ingredient, or used like a condiment." Erabast dried the knife and put it in the rack.
"What's a condiment?" Tenoar asked. Erabast looked back at him. It was continually strange to him the things Tenoar did and did not know. He had been talking to Tullius about the history of Ascalon and knew some obscure generals' names because he'd read about them. He'd told Erabast and Tullius about how he knew about the Spirits of the Wild of the Norn and how to ice fish the moment he'd "awoken" because he'd seen them in The Dream, something Erabast still found baffling. Yet he didn't know what condiments were. Tullius was cracking up in his chair, having finally gotten over watching Tenoar eat a whole stick of butter.
"Iālook, I'll bring you home a book from the library on it later ok?" Erabast knew enough of Tenoar to know if he started explaining condiments it would lead to other questions and he wasn't prepared to teach anyone about cooking terminology. Tenoar tilted his head. "What's a library?"
Tullius leaned forward in his chair abruptly. "What?!" he bellowed. Tenoar jumped. Erabast just stared. Well, he knew where he was taking Tenoar tomorrow.
Part of a possibly ongoing series of one shots with my sylvari thief Tenoar. This one is him meeting his eventual best friend Erabast (my human warrior dude). Nothing too interesting just establishing.
Ā Ā Ā Tenoar glanced up from his map to stare at the diverging streets in front of him again. Heād asked directions from a shopkeeper a few buildings back, and at the time heād been sure they made sense but now he was standing in confusion. Again. Heād made it from the Grove to Divinityās Reach with no problem; heād found the maps easy to follow out there. But in here the many little winding side streets and diverging levels was making it very difficult for him to get to the inn the lady in Queensdale had recommended to him. Everything looked the same, only the street names seemed to differ and it was sometimes hard to find the signs.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Tenoar wrinkled his features up in thought and ran a hand through his hair. Heād simply have to ask someone again he supposed. He glanced around briefly. So far almost all the humans heād spoken to had been friendly and helpful, and he was naturally outgoing so he wasnāt nervous about speaking to strangers. The lady with all the shopping bags looked awfully busy though That gentleman trying to herd the two young children with him up the side walk probably wouldnāt appreciate a distraction either. Ah, a Seraph! Perfect. Ā Tenoar hopped off the sidewalk and crossed to the tall man in uniform presumably patrolling down the street.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āExcuse me.ā Tenoar said warmly. The man stopped walking and looked down, and he had to look a good way down at that. Tenoar was unusually short for his people, and the guard was well above average for his.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āGood afternoon. Can I help you?ā The seraph replied cordially.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āIām sorry to interrupt your patrol, but yes. Iām trying to get to⦠āApplenook Innā? Iāve been given directions but I canāt seem to get there. I keep ending up back in this loop.ā Tenoar gestured to his map. The seraph adjusted his posture to better see the map.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āThe upper and lower levels can be confusing to visitors in my experience. There are limited ways to get between the levels.ā The seraph looked at the map and the place where the inn the sylvari had mentioned was to try and think of the simplest way to send him.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āWhat brings you to Divinityās Reach?ā he asked as he mentally laid out the route.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āExploring! In my dream I saw bits of so many places, I wanted to get out and see them all as soon as I could, and find more for the Pale Tree to learn about!ā Tenoar explained enthusiastically. The seraph raised an eyebrow curiously. The sylvari read his face.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āOh, sorry. That probably doesnāt make sense. I was told that other races donāt dream.ā Tenoar tilted his head slightly, almost turning his statement into a question.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āHumans dream, but I think it might be different thanā¦.what you were referring to.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYou do? What are your dreams like?ā Tenoar had completely forgotten about the map in his hands, his curiosity always getting the better of him. The seraph opened his mouth to answer, but he stopped, realziing this conversation might take some time.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āI think that may be a more in depth conversation than we should have standing in the street. You said you were heading to an inn? You donāt know anyone here in the city?ā He asked.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āNo, at least, thereās not anyone here I know that I know.ā Tenoar bumbled through his reply, his mind turning back to more concrete matters. Ā The seraph smiled lightly at his mixed up response.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āWell then, how about you skip the inn and stay with me and my father? My patrol isnāt much longer, I can give you a bit of a tour on the way back to headquarters and then Iām off for the evening, and perhaps we can have an interesting talk.ā The seraphās own curiosity had been well and truly sparked, heād seen sylvari before a few times passing through the city but heād never gotten to speak to one of them. He knew his father was curious about them too, and this one seemed quite ready to share.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Tenoar smiled broadly up at his tall new friend. āIād love that.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā The seraph put out his hand; Tenoar had learned enough of human culture on his trip up to know to grasp it and shake.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āIām Erabast DeLaney. A pleasure. You are?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āMy nameās Tenoar.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Erabast started walking again and Tenoar fell into step beside him, although he had to move quite briskly to keep up with Erabastās long stride. Erabast pointed out things āof interestā on their way; heād been a seraph for a number of years and theyād been given a basic spiel to give to guests in his training. Beyond that he knew a lot as heād grown up in Divinityās Reach. He could frankly give a ābetterā tour in the lower level in his opinion, but Tenoar seemed quite pleased with the historical information Erabast could dole out as they made their way to the seraph station.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āLieutenant.ā A seraph on guard at the headquartersā greeted Erabast.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āMarquet.ā Erabast nodded and asked Tenoar to wait in the main room briefly while he checked in and took care of a couple things before leaving for the night. Tenoar sat patiently in the lobby for all of three minutes before he was up and peering into adjacent rooms and examining the decorative armors and weapons adorning the walls. The guard at the door glanced back occasionally, keeping an eye on the sylvari more out of amusement than suspicion. Tenoar would have made a fine spy, he looked so unthreatening and child like, at least by human standards. The height had a lot to do with it. Unfortunately for any spy networks looking for recruits Tenoar was exactly as he appeared; an extremely inquisitive, and young, self titled āexplorerā. Erabast returned to the main room and cleared his throat. Tenoar wheeled around, he didnāt have quite enough sense of human culture to be embarrassed by his obvious exploration of the room, and began asking Erabast about the triad of swords above the entry way. Ā Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Erabast chuckled and went through the story of āold Commander Duggery Eagle Eyeā who seemed to be everywhere and know everything in Divnityās Reach in his day; the man never tired and was able to be anywhere there was trouble in the city at a momentās notice. Turned out he was actually three; identical brothers that is. The Queen at the time, this was many years before Jenna, had been pressured by the nobles into issuing charging for āimpersonating an officerā, but each of them claimed that he HAD passed his training and, as they were identical, his, or rather their, old trainer couldnāt identify who heād given the papers to, or who had even been at the training camp for that matter. Finally the Seraph troops had raised enough signatures on a petition to get the matter dropped and all three brothers had stayed in the Seraph; keeping the city peaceful for another eight years before they all tried some acrobatic stunt for the Seraph charity festival that had ended inā¦.well Erabast felt it best to leave out any details regarding fiery deaths. He just said it was a tragic, though hilarious accident and the trio of Commanders was fondly regarded to this day. Tenoar had been completely enraptured by the story, he adored history (you should see him the first time he finds a library). They were now back to Erabastās home in the southwest quadrant of the lower city. Erabast opened the door and usured the teal skinned sylvari in. Tenoar was just starting to look around the room as Erabast shut the door behind them when he jumped at a loud āROOF!ā. A large, drooly, shambling creature came bounding towards him; it was tall enough to have itās head on a level with Tenoarās chest. Tenoar stood stock still except to glance up at Erabast over his shoulder as the creature loudly sniffed the sapling. āSorry, I shouldāve warned you. This is Mephisto, my dog.ā Tenoar had heard of dogs before, heād seen some on the farms but never one this big. āCan I pet him?ā Tenoar asked as Mephisto drooled into the backpack the sylvari had been holding just above the ground as theyād come in. āSure, heās very friendly. As you might have noticed.ā Erabast laughed teasingly. Tenoar smiled and started rubbing the animal behind the ears just like he would with a fern hound. Mephisto approved most highly and rewarded the sylvari with an enthusiastic and all encompassing face lick with plenty of drool. Tenoar seemed quite unsure how to respond to this display and Erabast quickly found a towel, wet down with soap and water, for him.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āWell now, whoās this?ā Tenoar looked up and saw an old, or maybe not, but frail man leaning in the doorframe that led into the next room.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āDad, this is Tenoar. Heās visiting the city and I invited him to stay with us tonight. Tenoar, this is my father, Tullius.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Tenoar smiled up at the man, who would have been about as tall as Erabast had he not been hunching over. āA pleasure to meet you.ā Tenoar greeted.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āAhh, a sylvari. A pleasure to meet you as well young man. When did you arrive in our fine city?ā Erabast smiled to himself as he moved to remove his boots by the door. Tullius loved to talk to travelers or new people, but it was hard for him to find a partner these days with his health. The neighbors who came to help out and visit were not frequent or varied enough to keep Tullius entertained, and reading had become more difficult for him lately as well. Tenoar was already off and running explaining how heād heard about the inn heād approached Erabast about from a woman whoās orchard was infested with spiders. Tenoar had helped get rid of them, and sheād given him a whole pie as a thank you! Erabast had underestimated just how much talking Tullius and Tenoar could really do. He had work tomorrow, and finally excused himself. He tried to offer his bed to Tenoar but the sylvari insisted heād be perfectly comfortable on the couch and did not want to inconvenience them in any way. Erabast instructed Tenoar to order Mephisto off the couch if the dog got too friendly and headed for bed. He heard Tullius and Tenoarās voices softly up until he went to sleep.