Oh boy! Putting this under a cut for spoilers ✌️

Two orders of tall and small couples coming up!

1. Who offers their jacket when the other is cold?

Ryrra and Braham: Braham. And then the whole thing engulfs Ryrra and she’s never seen again.

Syn and Canach: Syn. Canach’s coat wouldn’t fit her anyway, and she likes how he grumbles about hers being too big for him.

2. Who giggles uncontrollably when the other playfully picks them up?

Ryrra and Braham: Ryrra. She might fuss about it sometimes but she really loves it when he picks her up, especially when he just tosses her over his shoulder.

Two people asked for Rachif and one literally asked all so- am gonna do all!

@lynndoran @abloris-the-plantriarchy

Answered asks are below!

An excerpt from Nettle’s diary:

I think Keiryn will leave the Grove soon. I saw her today gathering her things and putting them in small piles. She was smiling and laughing, and there was a bright shine in her eyes. She’s spoken of leaving for weeks now. She even asked me about my time away, of which I told her bits and pieces. The good parts.

I will be sad to see her go; she’s grown so much over the last year. But then, saplings all do that in the end. The Grove is a beautiful, safe place. But it’s small.

I haven’t left the Grove in…nearly two years, I believe. Maybe more. I lose track of time. I’ve watched the leaves change with the seasons and the stars race along the sky. The vines have grown across the threshold of my home, curling together and making a soft welcome mat. My tea garden is flourishing, enough to pick every few days. Why should I leave?

I know it is because I am scared. I know that’s why I stay.

Just last night I dreamed of it again. The tight grip on my heart, the squeezing grasp of venom and spite. Ice in my veins, withering my ferns and dimming my glow. Mordremoth’s voice, his influence. I cannot escape.

He is inside me, still. He lingers.

The others tell me this isn’t true. The Commander defeated the dragon. We sylvari are safe. But I  find it difficult to breathe sometimes. The memories of him forcing his will, of my hands as they tore and ripped and destroyed. How is the memory of that defeated?

Outside there are more influences waiting. More dangers to invade and root in my still weakened heart. Here I may heal, if slowly.

One day I will leave the Grove again. I tell myself that. Just step into the forest. Into the Gate. A deep breath and a few simple movements and the world opens up again. I will do it today, I tell myself. Right after I finish my tea.

But the day passes. The night begins and I settle into my comfortable bed, close my eyes. I will leave tomorrow.

Blue - Are you a creative person? How do you like to be creative? She’s never really thought about being creative, no. Maybe creative minded in her hunting techniques, but that’s it.

Peacock - Are you a more flashy person, or do you like to blend in? She would rather blend in but her looks sometimes draw attention.

Sky - What is your favorite time of the day? Way into the middle of the night, when everyone is sleeping and its nice and quiet and she can just wander around in peace.

Arctic - Do you prefer warm or cool weather? Cool weather, but not too cold. Just enough for a few layers and so she can still feel her fingers and toes.

Cerulean- What is your favorite way to cool down in hot weather? Jump into the nearest body of water. She’ll spend all day swimming if she can.

Baby (blue) - Would you consider having children? If so, how many? No, she wouldn’t want children. She has enough to deal with on her own, she can’t be looking after something small and helpless.

Periwinkle -  Would you consider yourself to be a good parent? what do you think a good parent should be? She doesn’t think she would be a good parent, especially since she has not interest in it. She also really doesn’t know what a good parent would be since she never had one. The closest thing she had was her Tree and that was a disaster.

Denim - What is your fashion style? ‘Absolutely does not give a fuck’

Navy - have you ever been on a boat/sailing? does it exist in your world? did you enjoy it? She has! She really enjoys the feel of the wind and the ocean spray and traveling over the water. She would still rather be swimming instead though.

Ultramarine - What is your favorite aquatic creature? (if they exist) She’s got a soft spot for all the pretty coral and sea urchins.

Cobalt - Do you live in a world with freedom? Describe your opinion on the subject. Freedom is very important to Kiora. She was a prisoner for a long time before she earned her freedom and after that she never once took it for granted. The very last thing she wants is to be caged up again, or stopped in any way.

Teal - What makes you feel most at peace? The sound of the ocean.

Turquoise - Are you good at communicating your feelings?   Oh not at all. She would much rather hold everything in and deal with her feelings all on her own than talk about them.

Lapis - What is your opinion on religion and the afterlife? She doesn’t believe in it or hold any kind of religious beliefs. For a while she believed in the prophets promised by the Oratuss and worshiped the obelisks with the krait, but then Ilyxn died and none of it mattered or made sense anymore.

Amwyl is such a fun boy to write, thanks for asking for him! @likemesomesalads I’m borrowing Lea again, hope that’s okay!

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Amwyl was late to the gathering. By his judgment just a few minutes; just long enough for things to get lively. But his judgment was often off, and when he finally made his way to the festively decorated cleaning the celebration was long underway. Strings of lights and garlanded flowers led him through clusters of people, the glow of their skin growing deeper and more luminescent with each passing moment and step he took.

He was looking for one in particular — one glow that drew him in like a firefly, one that shone just a bit brighter to him than all the rest. It was simple to find. Just there, beyond the late blooming rhododendrons and the climbing ivy, tucked away in a spot the rising moonlight seemed to favor.

The rest of the celebration dulling, Amwyl followed the insistent, tugging sensation of his heart towards where his goal stood. The closer he walked the brighter the glow of his own skin became, shining in anticipation. It was no match, though, for Rhysalea’s.

“Lea,” Amwyl’s voice was no question, but a greeting to go with the way his arms instantly wrapped around the other sylvari’s waist, and the way his chin rested on his shoulder. “I found you.”

From where he stood behind Rhysalea he could see the flare of his glow, golden and warm, spread across his cheeks and down his chest. It took so little to get a reaction from him, which was a piece of knowledge Amwyl took full advantage of.

“You did find me,” Rhysalea responded, and turned just slightly in his grasp, loosening it enough to look back at him fully and smile. “And some others.”

Amwyl realized then he must have cut off a conversation mid-topic, as when he focused back on the world a handful of other sylvari were watching him and Rhysalea, amused expressions across their faces. With a few playful words they departed, leaving the two lovers alone for a moment.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare away your friends,” Amwyl said, honest yet not truly able to muster up any guilt. He wanted Rhysalea alone. If only for a little while before returning him to his friends.

“It’s just fine, Amwyl,” Rhysalea answered, again shifting in his Amwyl’s arms, this time lifting his chin to press their lips together in a welcoming kiss.

Amwyl gladly accepted it and returned it in earnest. His hand held Rhysalea’s neck, buried under his foliage and pulling him close. When he broke away the glow was doubled on Rhysalea’s cheeks, now more flushed than before.

“So cute,” he mumbled, and ran his thumb along Rhysalea’s neck up to his cheekbones, tracing the swelling color. “You look so good like this.”

Not giving Rhysalea time to comment, Amwyl kissed the lines of gold along his cheeks to his lips, then brushed across to his ear. When he spoke next his voice was softer than usual, breath warm and catching in Rhysalea’s ear.

“Remember when I licked every line of glow down your body?” he asked, his words accented with the movement of his hands down Rhysalea’s hips. “Tonight feels like a good night to do that again…”

Amwyl was rewarded by another surge of color from Rhysalea and a stifled intake of breath. He laughed, pulling away a little and fondly kissing the tip of his lover’s nose. All hints of tension were gone from him, replaced by a playful grin.

1. Meeting someone for the first time

Aesa: Smiles that reflect in her eyes, pointed questions to make sure they’re comfortable and don’t need anything. Introduces herself and anyone else nearby with a little fact about them.

Amwyl: Big, enthusiastic hugs and pats on the back. Asks a lot of questions right away and laser focuses on them to make sure he remembers everything (he won’t).

Esaias: Every bit the noble he was brought up as. Polite, formal, gracious. He gives them a small bow and a subtle smile because old habits die hard.

Kiora: Blank expression, arms crossed. A nod of acknowledgement with no offer of her own name. If prompted she’ll give it, but she doesn’t intend to get close to anyone so why waste effort on making a good first impression.

Nettle: Soft, warm welcoming. He clasps both his hands around one of theirs and squeezes, then offers a cup of tea or lemon water. Has a hard time meeting their eyes for longer than a few seconds at a time.  

Parisa: A little hesitant, hands fidgeting at her sides or behind her back. She does her best though, and relaxes once the other person is around for a while.

Prekk: All charming, toothy smiles and smooth introductions. He plays the part of confidence well and has a firm, quick handshake. If it’s another asura the facade is close to breaking, but usually holds.