[Guild][Mordant]: Hi??
[Guild][Solace]: Hello everyone
[Guild][Solace]: How was the date, Tiff?
[Guild][Morag]: Nfc
[Guild][Morag]: I really liked her. She was hot and wrote poetry.
[Guild][Morag]: But I have literally no idea if she was into me.
[Guild][Heurodis]: you should have told her your gearscore
[Guild][Morag]: And this is why you’re single, Bjorn.
[Guild][Heurodis]: I am single because nobody is awesome enough for me.
[Guild][Jargogle]: Keep telling yourself that.
To [Solace]: can we like talk
[Solace] whispers: thought you didn’t want to
To [Solace]: sorry i was freaked out
To [Solace]: and i really want to talk about this
To [Solace]: if you still want to
[Solace] whispers: okay
Solace has invited you to join a group: y/n
Solace is now group leader.
Shit. Drew suddenly realised there was a massive difference between wanting to talk to someone and having any idea what you were going to say to them. And it seemed really weird to be having this kind of a conversation in a chat window in a video game.
[Group][Orcarella]: um can we kind of go somewhere
[Group][Orcarella]: if that’s not weird
[Group][Solace]: I’m in Alarion
[Group][Orcarella]: kk omw
The journey had never seemed quite so long, even though he wasn’t more than three minutes’ flight from the City of Stars. And just like the first time he’d gone to meet Solace, he found himself worrying pointlessly about which mount to use. El’ir seemed wanky suddenly. But he wasn’t sure he had a mount that said,Hi, I’m kind of cross with you, and I don’t think I’m gay, but I still kind of fancy you. Maybe. Even though I’ve never met you.
Finally, he dug out his bog-standard Orcish Wyvern and flapped gracelessly over to Alarion. Solace was perched on their usual rock, still in full raiding getup, fishing line trailing in the water. Ella landed, dismounted, and hunkered down.
Shit, this was difficult.
[Group][Orcarella]: um hi
[Group][Solace]: Hey
[Group][Orcarella]: you know, i don’t even know what your name is
[Group][Solace]: It’s Christopher