- Meet Me: My character is meeting yours either for the first time or just causally. [Make it as weird/quirky as possible plz ;D]
Etherie sat in a tree, her feet swinging back and forth childishly as she held a map out ahead of her. A butterfly flew around her brambles, landing every so often on her leaves; she didn’t mind the company from the little guy, and found his rambling quite lovely, actually!
As she listened to the butterfly talk about comparing the rose to a sunflower, a sudden yelp of surprise caught her attention and she lowered her map and tried to see what was going on below her.
"H-Heeeelp!"
Velvet bounded into her view then, growling and playfully swatting at another Sylvari who waved his hands her way, looking positively terrified. Etherie giggled, watching the sight for a few moments before she called down to the elementalist, “She wants to play with you!”
Although the purple Sylvari barely heard the muffled voice - he looked up and put his hands up in the air, “Is she yours?! Call her off!”
Etherie considered the request, carefully rolling up her map and putting it in her pack before dropping down to the ground gracefully. She straightened up, putting a hand on Velvet’s back and looking… up, at Eirskinn. She rocked onto her heels slightly, as she always had to do - it seemed like everyone was taller than her. Someone in her guild refused to call her by name, and would only call her, “Side-Salad”… whatever that meant.
The taller Sylvari looked down at the stalker’s owner and visibly relaxed, putting his hands on his hips. “You have a butterfly on your branch,” he noted, pointing a finger. Etherie shrugged.
"So? They always hang out in my branches! Don’t butterflies hang out in your leaves?" Etherie asked, genuinely curious about this other Sylvari and why he seemed concerned about the butterfly on her branch.
"I’m Etherie!" She chirped suddenly.
"Erm… Eirskinn…" replied the other Sylvari slowly. He jumped when Etherie grabbed his hand in both of hers and shook it vigorously in her tiny hands.
"Let’s be friends! I’ll show you where all the butterflies like to fly, and how to play with Velvet!"
Eirskinn couldn’t help but let a lopsided grin reach his features, putting his free hand behind his neck awkwardly, “Sure, little one but… can you at least take your mask off? It’s… kinda scary.”
It didn’t take very long for butterflies to start congregating around his exposed head, lining his leaves like a fluffy, living hat.