[ Trahearne watches as Aglovan reluctantly takes a seat. The younger of them might feel awkward about it, but this is much more comfortable for Trahearne. He doesn't have to crane his neck up at him anymore this way. He leans on the arm of his chair, comfortably resting his chin on his lightly-balled fist.

He nods--Aglovan's assessment is correct. It's a very fine line to walk, though the logic of it sounds easy enough to grasp. It wasn't a stoicism, like Trahearne initially thought. Nor was it a total giving into one's emotions--when he did that, he found himself emulating Maguuma itself... Brr. Not a good memory.

They'll have to touch on noctaere at some point, even if the conversation doesn't go that way.

The comment about Niahm, though, causes him to smile lightly. That explains a lot. ]

Ah, so you're a noon bloom. [ It's an offhand remark, if anything. Of all the blooms, he'd expect dawn and noon to have the greatest emotional control. ]

You forget who you're talking to, Aglovan. [ Trahearne gives an awkward smile, sensing the nervousness. So sayeth the dusk bloom, ] Being overzealous in one's interests or passionate about something is not a bad thing. [ A moment of thought, ] In terms of dreamotion, you may have to be more careful about letting your excitement get away from you.

[ The awkwardness dissipates, and Trahearne gives Aglovan the sort of smile only an older sylvari can give a younger. ]

But it sounds as though you'll be fine. A level head and patience is key in many things--you must be a great asset to the Vigil.