You tell Asani Myeras, of the Haze, "Have you spoken with Arien?"

Asani tells you, "I have. I have offered to sponsor her."

Asani tells you, "She will be an asset to the forest, I feel."

Arien tells you, "I believe he has confirmed with you?"

Message #1656 sent by Tarkenton (received: 2015/09/23 04:15:17)
   Arien has my permission to join the Nekotai, and by extension, the Glomdoring.

Arien tells you, "Ma'am?"

You tell Arien Myeras, "He has now. You only need one of the Court."

Arien tells you, "Ah, I see."

Telperion tells you, "Greetings."

You tell Arien Myeras, "So..."

Arien tells you, "Yes, ma'am?"

You tell Arien Myeras, "Any thoughts on that?"

Arien tells you, "I am attempting to ask Master Aurik, ma'am."

Pale moonfire crackles across the sky in forks of splintered lightning just as a booming peal of
thunder sunders the heavens. As the Crone turns Her attention to the First World, black storm clouds
billow like inky water across the firmament.

Asani Myeras, of the Haze says, "Shields also don't stop zaps."

You say, "Hmm? Someone get zapped?"

Asani Myeras, of the Haze smiles broadly and says, "Not yet."

Asani points upwards.

You say, "Planning to?"

Arien Myeras says, "Perhaps She is."

Turning her head to gaze through the canopy of leaves to the shadowed heavens above, Arien Myeras
says, "Perhaps another scar to match."

You say, "Really now? Anyone that might deserve it?"

Asani Myeras, of the Haze says, "It will be a scar well earned, for the right reasons. Perhaps it
will empower you to strike back."

Arien Myeras says, "The first already has."

Bewitching melodies drift languidly upon the air, heralding the entrance of Eliron as he glides in
from the north.

Corissai flashes Eliron a joyous smile.

You flash Eliron a joyous smile.

Corissai Shee-Slaugh, Storm-Speaker says to Eliron, "Thank you for coming, Grandfather."

Asani curtseys gracefully before Eliron.

Corissai Shee-Slaugh nods towards Arien

Eliron gives Corissai a peck on the cheek.

Arien bows respectfully to Eliron.

Asani Myeras nudges Arien unobtrusively.

Lord Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Song of the Wyrd smiles and says to Corissai, "Of course."

With a flourish of his arm, Eliron bows deeply.

Eliron Shee-Slaugh considers Arien thoughtfully as he rises

Lord Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Song of the Wyrd says, "Ah, one of the Myeras?"

Solemnly, Arien Myeras says, "Lord Song. You come upon myself making apologies to the Master of the
Bloodhunt, to which he has not yet accepted. I am afraid my etiquette is out of practice."

Astral Stalker Aurik Shee-Slaugh, Master of the Bloodhunt says, "Hn."

Lord Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Song of the Wyrd smiles and says, "Ah, then I shall not interrupt. But
please, speak with me when you and he are done."

Astral Stalker Aurik Shee-Slaugh, Master of the Bloodhunt says, "Your etiquette could be flawless.
It's never been something I pay attention to."

Eliron smiles wryly at Aurik.

Corissai Shee-Slaugh, Storm-Speaker says, "I have a few questions for Her, actually."

Arien Myeras says, "Then my head should have been taken off several minutes ago, Master."

Arien Myeras says, "Do not spare me the opportunity to learn."

Lord Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Song of the Wyrd smiles and says to Arien, "Call when you are done."

Astral Stalker Aurik Shee-Slaugh, Master of the Bloodhunt says, "Hn. And yet you've revealed a more
effective way to punish you in your impatience."

Lord Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Song of the Wyrd smiles and says to Aurik, "Pardon. I return her to your
good hands."

Stratas leaves, following Lord Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Song of the Wyrd.
Eliron drifts downward, trailed by the hauntingly beautiful notes that dance upon the air.
A dark nighthag turns her gaze to watch Eliron leave.

Arien stares implacably at you.

You tilt your head curiously at Arien.

Arien Myeras says to Aurik, "I have done all that I can to offer amends. If you do not accept the
apology, the the Lord Song will not speak with me no doubt."

Arien creases her brow in a frown.

You look confused and say, "Pardon?"

Astral Stalker Aurik Shee-Slaugh, Master of the Bloodhunt says to Arien, "I accept your apology,
that does not grant you forgiveness. I will speak to my great grandfather, and then hunt."

Astral Stalker Aurik Shee-Slaugh, Master of the Bloodhunt says, "Once I return, I will consider your
sponsorship."

You tell Astral Stalker Aurik Shee-Slaugh, Master of the Bloodhunt, "What happened?"

Asani tells you, "She has the patience of Serenwilde. That is to say, none."

Arien Myeras says, "Then I shall ask him for sponsorship instead."

Arien Myeras says to you, "This is all very confusing, I am not used to the culture shift."

Aurik tells you, "She was impatient and entitled, and is now upset that I am disinclined to sponsor
her because of it."

You tell Asani Myeras, of the Haze, "What happened, exactly? I have been distracted."

You tell Astral Stalker Aurik Shee-Slaugh, Master of the Bloodhunt, "What was said, if I might
know?"

Arien Myeras says, "Or perhaps any other, I am sure that Siam Star-eyes may vouch for me. I am eager
to serve, not impatient. And I expect politeness at least, not kindness."

Aurik tells you, "Nothing specific. Frequent references to expecting a 'warmer welcome', holding up
her amnesty when I pointed out she's standing before us and still alive and that's rather warm for
the Forest of No Mercy."

Arien creases her brow in a frown.

Arien Myeras says to you, "I am sorely confused, Ambassador. I know not what else to do."

Aurik tells you, "Simply put, she gave me a bad impression."

You tell Astral Stalker Aurik Shee-Slaugh, Master of the Bloodhunt, "Not unexpected, for one of
Serenwilde."

You say to Arien, "Then perhaps we should speak."

Arien Myeras says, "Here, then?"

Aurik tells you, "I had intended to sponsor her after teaching her some patience, but I'm growing
increasingly uncertain she belongs with us."

You look about yourself, rubbing your chin thoughtfully.

You say, "No."

Arien begins to follow you.

Arien bows respectfully to Aurik.

<following to manse>

Arien follows you northeast.
This room has not been mapped.
A library beneath the eventide.
The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. Glimmers of emerging starlight peek
over the remnants of ancient sable granite that compose the walls of this semicircular library,
while the eternally sinking sun provides luminescence enough to partake in reading, writing, and a
host of other scholarly activities. The remnants of the library's collapsed ceiling remain within
the room, though now stacked and carved into orderly tables and seats. Persistent blackthorn
brambles crawl up, over, and along the raven-black masonry, each branch punctuated with pale ivory
flowers whose stark beauty against the dark stone evokes the jeweled stars of Mother Night's skirt.
Austere marble shelves line the breezy, airy hall, each crammed with meticulously preserved books
and scrolls; crystal clear glass encloses the books inside their respective cases, displaying these
gems of knowledge like precious finery within show cabinets. A low couch lies here, shrouded in the
shadowy embrace of raven wings. There are 2 large, comfortable armchairs of plush red velvet here.
Rising gracefully, an elegant bookshelf wrought from iron and dark ravenwood stands here, its
contents lit with a faint, ethereal light. You may use the BOOKSHELF commands here.

Arien Myeras murmurs, "I have done nothing but ask for politeness, and I am threatened with death?"

Arien Myeras murmurs, "It's not pride, simply courtesy."

The fleshy maw on Arien's sternum loosens and begins to shudder and twitch, before tightening once
more.

Asani tells you, "Sorry."

Arien falls silent and expressionless, the worm within her abdomen writhing furiously.

You say, "From Aurik, I assume? He is the master of the bloodhunt, and not known for his mercy."

Arien Myeras says, "Politeness is not mercy."

Asani tells you, "She requires a member of the Court as one of her sponsors. She asked Aurik, but
she is a bit too impatient."

Arien Myeras says, "I asked him several times if he would grant his representation, and he ignored
me. And I wondered why, with an inquiry."

You say, "Politeness is unnecessary, and respect is earned."

Arien Myeras says, "I am not asking for respect. I'm asking for common courtesy."

Arien shrugs helplessly.

Arien Myeras says, "I gave him my apology at least, I suppose I shall not do some talking for quite
some time while I attempt to learn of your ways."

Arien Myeras says, "If...I am still granted the opportunity."

Giving a faint shrug as she gestures toward one of the chairs, you say, "Have a seat."

Arien Myeras says, "No, thank you. I wish to remain standing."

Her tone cool, you say, "Very well. Not all within the forest will show you politeness or 'common
courtesy.' They have no reason to do so to one who abandoned the Northern Forest and betrayed her
former allies. However much we despise them, that does not make you a friend- yet."

Arien Myeras says, "I ask not for friendship. Everyone keeps remarking and lecturing to me that
respect must be earned. I just want to have the ability to be able to earn this respect. If I have
no way to earn it, I remain treated like an animal."

With a thin smile, you say, "You are asking us to trust you in granting you a place here. Animals
are of value only to the extent that they serve a purpose. If you are granted our trust, will you
serve our purpose?"

Arien Myeras says, "Every purpose you command."

Arien Myeras says, "I would not approach Glomdoring with anything less, even as apparently ignorant
as I am to your customs."

Arien kneels onto one knee, demonstrating her humility and respect.

Arien places her head to the ground with a rigid posture.

A far-off crash of thunder sounds as the Hallowed Crone appears amidst a fast-brewing storm, Her
arrival impregnating the air with the weight of power.

Arien gazes down to the floor, unmoving and still.

Arien stands up and stretches her arms out wide.

Arien kneels onto one knee, demonstrating her humility and respect.

You give Lisaera a respectful salute.

You say, "I... would offer You a seat as well, if You wish?"

Her eyes black, Her voice a distant thunder, Lisaera, Hallowed Crone says to Arien, "You may not
speak. You may not breathe heavily. You may not think loud thoughts, lest they cause Me pain."

Crackling lightning wreathes Arien in bolts of incandescent light, a sudden wind sweeping about her
in a furious, but fleeting, gale.

Thousands of voices, the voices of the Faethorn ringing in Her own voice, Lisaera, Hallowed Crone
says to Arien, "May you only feel the immense pressure of the Void beating down upon your spirit.
May you rue the day of your oath to Me until it breaks you utterly."

Arien Myeras says, "You asked for reason You could believe, I grant You one, Mother."

Lisaera steps up to Arien and, in one smooth motion, backhands her viciously across the face.

Her black eyes blazing with silver lightning, Lisaera, Hallowed Crone says to Arien, "I am not your
mother. I am your enemy."

Arien stands up and stretches her arms out wide.
Arien Myeras whispers, "If You cannot believe a child that loves You, how is that love at all?"

The figure of the Hallowed Crone explodes with a deafening crash of thunder, Her being becoming a
black cloud that dissipates into the air with a final flash of silver moonfire.

Deafening thunder booms overhead as a searing flash of moonfire speeds across the heavens like a
bolt of pale lightning.
Cold moonfire erupts around Arien in a blazing corona of pale light. The flames roar high and wide,
but she does not cry out in pain. A moment of calm passes, the cold moonfire still ripping at
Arien's flesh, and then a deafening peal of thunder echoes across the heavens. Barely a heartbeat
goes by before a blinding bolt of silver lightning sears into Arien, causing the pale flames to
consume her completely. As grey smoke curls into the sky, it momentarily forms the outline of the
Silver Goddess standing over Arien, dark wrath in Her eyes.
Having been too much for the mortal threads of Arien, she screams in agony as flames engulf her body
and burn it to a crisp.

The inner worm of Arien Myeras says, "And thus, you have proof of my reasonings, Ambassador."

Glorious golden flames spring up around Arien until, in a silent flash, she is gone, leaving the
slight scent of charred flesh behind.

Quietly, you say, "Reasoning of what? An inability to keep your promises?"

Arien Myeras shouts, "If You cannot believe a child that loves You, how is that love at all?"

Telperion tells you, "My former wife speaks of love yet she left me so callously."

You tell Star on the horizon, Telperion Eli'Silar, Testament of Truth, "You are not the only one, if
that helps."

Arien Myeras shouts, "I accept Your curse, Many-Faced Lady, You who rejects even the most desperate
in their hour of need."

With a loud yet playful whistle, a mechanical dirigible comes puttering in on currents of air, its
metallic claw grasping a delicate silver scroll of roses, which it quickly deposits in your hands.

"Arien and Telperion's Wedding", By Lanikai's favorite, Telperion Eli'Silar, Testament of Truth
(Page 1)


Tzarin 19st, 419 CE:


Telperion and Arien's wedding

Sandy cay studded with cobalt flecks.
Still, grey mists cover the ground here, indicating a shield shrine of
Darvellan nearby. The ambient light catches upon bright blue luminescent
pinpoints in the pure sands here, throwing dazzling refractions against
the surroundings. The sources are small fragments of nacreous
cobalt-hued stone nestled in the warm floor of the cay, striations
marring their surface. A faint odour hangs in the air, sharp and acrid
though partially masked by the tang of the lapping waters nearby. A
luminous purple starfish lies nestled in the sands here, spines swaying.
A frothing water elemental is here, churning the sands into mud beneath
its presence. As still as a magnificent statue, an exalted dragon peers


You tell Star on the horizon, Telperion Eli'Silar, Testament of Truth, "Why give me this?"

Telperion tells you, "It can not be her. She said she would be gone for ages and would not return
and thus it would be unfair to remain with me. I think I see her but it can not be. I wish for you
to see the promises so easily made to me that she made and that she broke."

Telperion tells you, "We were not even together what, two years before she was gone."

Telperion tells you, "Such a person one must be wary of. Be mindful."

Telperion tells you, "I see you there with her in a manse. I assume she wishes to join your org."

You tell Star on the horizon, Telperion Eli'Silar, Testament of Truth, "I am only serving the forest.
My personal feelings about anyone are not relevant."

Telperion tells you, "She will likely betray you as well and the forest. Be advised."

A whipping gale erupts over the Glomdoring Forest, powerful and horrible in its intensity. As the
black clouds of the Crone sweep across the heavens, Her voice rings out, blazing and thunderous,
"You will never know the beauty of nature again, child. When you turn to Me, when you turn to the
Ethereal Realm, you will find nothing but your false promises staring back at you."

You tell Star on the horizon, Telperion Eli'Silar, Testament of Truth, "A fair point."

Before the Master Ravenwood Tree.
The dark heart of Glomdoring Forest is almost audibly beating in this, its shadowy centre. Tall,
blackened trees surround this clearing, pressing together into an imposing barrier of rotten
vegetation. Moulds and fungi are smeared across the plants, their pungent stench suffusing the
forest. The branches are coated in dark slime, slick tendrils that hang downwards. Although a
variety of trees might actually grow here, the black tar that coats them renders them
indistinguishable. A thin black mist creeps between the trees, hanging low across the ground. The
floor of the clearing itself is simply bare earth, cracked and dry. Overshadowing all is the Master
Ravenwood Tree itself, jutting into the sky like a twisted fist. The sound of laughing crows echoes
down from the treetops, a harsh sound for the ears below. The atmosphere vibrates with a palpable
power. Brennan Stormcrow paces here, his cadaverous body twitching with sudden jerks. The Master
Ravenwood Tree towers over everything here, pulsing with an immeasurable yet dark power. Casting
darkness all around, a shadow totem thrusts up from the ground, chilling the air. There are 5 black
direwolves here. There are 4 shadowlord widowriders here. There are 2 armoured bats here. There are
10 illithoid scourges here. A crudely crafted shrine of harsh black crystal stands here, thrumming
powerfully. In the shape of an open palm, a metallic sigil lies here. Rimed in snow and ice, the
darkened, crystalline form of the Eisenglass Needle rises from the ground. There are 15 dark
nighthags here. A mature rowan tree stands proudly here. A furry tarantula crouches here, ready to
pounce on unsuspecting prey. Covered in bone armour, a green eyelash viper is slithering about here.
There are 35 buckets here. There are 2 bottles here. An animated skeleton stands here with a ghostly
outline of a beetle around its skull. An animated skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline of a
wasp around its skull. An animated skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline of a bat around its
skull. An animated skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline of a spider around its skull. Asani
Myeras, of the Haze is here, shrouded. She wields a mystic cudgel in her left hand and a glowing
powerstone in her right. Shadowbound Alic Ashtalon is here. Keeper Septim Nightshade is here. He
wields a Mallet of Forging in his left hand and a glowing powerstone in his right. Duchess Lyora
Shee-Slaugh, Celebrant of the Scorpion is here. She wields a nightmarish nekai of morbid oddity in
each hand. Astral Stalker Aurik Shee-Slaugh, Master of the Bloodhunt is barely visible, his form
blending almost seamlessly with his surroundings. He wields a predatory katana of the hunt with both
hands. Lavinya d'Murani, of the Insatiable Night hovers here, sibilant whispers echoing around her.
She wields the malevolent whip of Ouroborian reprimand in her left hand and an athame dagger in her
right. Xilixiaxix, Enigma of Twilight is here, shrouded. She wields an athame dagger in her left
hand and a dark shield in the form of crow wings in her right. Arien Myeras is here. She wields a
simple glaive of wood and iron with both hands. Harlow, Murmur in the Dark is here. She wields a
subtle violin of dark hues in her left hand. High Druid Tylwyth is here, shrouded. He wields a
mystic cudgel in his left hand and a glowing powerstone in his right.

Arien Myeras says to Aurik, "If it pleases you." Her voice small. "I shall wait, as long as you wish."

You tell Astral Stalker Aurik Shee-Slaugh, Master of the Bloodhunt, "Still speaking to her?"

Arien tells you, "I will do whatever is needed to be done."

Arien tells you, "Please excuse me."

Arien tells you, "I must gaze at the swamp."

Arien explodes in a cloud of shimmering, golden pollen, which fades as the vibrant blossoms on the
ground continue northward.

Aurik inclines his head politely to those around him.

High Druid Tylwyth says, "Hmm, Tremula joined us foor a few days."

High Druid Tylwyth says, "But she left and is an enemy now."

Lavinya d'Murani, of the Insatiable Night says, "Well, she showed her true colours if you ask me."

High Druid Tylwyth says, "I think."

Lavinya d'Murani, of the Insatiable Night says, "No loyalty to anything."

Lavinya waves her hand dismissively.

Asani Myeras, of the Haze says, "What what."

Lavinya d'Murani, of the Insatiable Night says, "She has a penchant for...the dramatic."

Shadowbound Alic Ashtalon says, "Tremula already bailed?"

You nod your head at Alic.

Lavinya d'Murani, of the Insatiable Night says, "She lasted only a few days."

Lavinya d'Murani, of the Insatiable Night says, "Surprise surprise."

Shadowbound Alic Ashtalon says, "Where'd she run off to?"

Asani Myeras, of the Haze says, "Celest."

Lavinya d'Murani, of the Insatiable Night says, "So very desperate to join the Glomdoring, you see.
Such a need for haste."

Shadowbound Alic Ashtalon says, "Right."

You smile softly at Lavinya.

Aurik tells you, "Ah - no."

Aurik tells you, "Bluntly, any hope for my sponsorship, she threw away."

Shadowbound Alic Ashtalon says, "Those with friends seems to do that."

You say, "Not all have the dedication required. Many fall short, which makes those that have joined
all the more valuable."

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Lavinya's lips as she glances at you.

You tell Astral Stalker Aurik Shee-Slaugh, Master of the Bloodhunt, "What now?"

Asani Myeras, of the Haze says, "It didn't help that I threatened to eat her eyeballs if she was
found to be spying for her...whatever the goddess calls Herself. Temptress, Enchantress."

Aurik tells you, "Her response to my telling her to wait and I'd consider sponsoring her was to
defiantly retort she'd ask the Lord Song or the Witch-King instead."

You say to Asani, "That sounds like it might help, really."

You tell Astral Stalker Aurik Shee-Slaugh, Master of the Bloodhunt, "Are you only refusing to
sponsor her, or objecting to her joining?"

Aurik tells you, "Hn. Others seem to think she can be taught manners. For now, only refusing her
sponsorship."

Aurik tells you, "But I'll be watching her."

<map walking>

Quagmire.
The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. A heavy downpour soaks the area.
The mud runs from all sides into this part of the swamp, a deep ditch of sucking dirt. The thick
feculence has built up into thick piles of brown, in which it is impossible to step without suddenly
falling down to waist's depth. Flies buzz across the skies, happy not to have to pick a path through
such a nauseating environment. Arien is here, weeping uncontrollably. She wields a simple glaive of
wood and iron with both hands.

With a quick beat of your wings, you rise to circle slowly around Arien and study her curiously.

Arien sits in the filth, her blank expression wide-eyed as tears stream unknowingly down her pale
cheeks.

Arien grovels pathetically in the dirt.

Arien throws herself around, struggling harshly against the unwanted adoration within her mortal
frame.

Arien Myeras says, "Madam Ambassador."

In a whisper, you say to Arien, "Troubled?"

Rage screaming in several syllables, stubborn and despairing, Arien Myeras says, "No."

Exhaling shortly, Arien Myeras says, "This is welcomed. I welcome this."

You say, "Not entirely certain I believe you."

Arien Myeras says, "You do not understand the situation, I would be more than obliged to tell it to
you."

You say, "By all means... go ahead."

Arien snatches a slime calmly from the ground, using its snail-like trail to mop at the salt upon
her face.

The fleshy maw on Arien's sternum loosens and begins to shudder and twitch, before tightening once
more.

You see Arien Myeras yell, "Harken, mortals, and flock to worship Lisaera, Hallowed Crone, the only
God who is wise enough to guide us!"

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across your lips.

Arien Myeras says, "As I told you once before, I tried to help the Maeve. The Spirits called, and I
came and made my foolish attempts. I realize that they are foolish now, for I have failed in it."

Arien Myeras says, "All went black, as I said. And it tore me from Her bosom."

Arien Myeras says, "Just as if Maeve had defied Her, those many months ago. It defied the bond of
the Silver Lady."

Arien glares about herself in religious indignity and hisses, "Heathen."

Arien Myeras says, "I begged for insight from Lord Hoaracle. Who said I must face Her alone, and She.
.." She gazes up wordlessly at the raindrops. "She denied me. She would not heal me, or would not
allow me explain my predicament. She told me, 'You must find a better reason for causing my sorrow,
lost one.'"

Arien Myeras says, "I begged, I wept. I fought to have Her see, that I was still Her child. But this
all fell deaf."

Arien Myeras says, "And so, I come to Glomdoring, to become a better reasoning of Her sorrow. To
overpower the sorrow within me, and use it."

You see Arien Myeras yell, "Harken, mortals, and flock to worship Lisaera, Hallowed Crone, the only
God who is wise enough to guide us!"

You say to Arien, "Your reasoning escapes me. If you sought Her forgiveness, coming here will not
help you with that. If you sought Her pain, then why do you act as if you still care?"

Arien Myeras says, "Some of the shard of Her imprint remains, it shall need removing."

Raising her eyes slightly, you say, "Some shard? I don't know what to tell you about that."

Arien Myeras says, "She denied me any mote of forgiveness, Ambassador."

You see Arien Myeras yell, "Harken, mortals, and flock to worship Lisaera, Hallowed Crone, the only
God who is wise enough to guide us!"

Arien shrugs helplessly.

Arien Myeras says, "I wish to serve the Glomdoring. And I will crawl for it if I must."

Arien Myeras stares solemnly to you.

You say, "Hmm. And yet, you wouldn't for Her."

Waving a hand in dismissal, you say, "No matter. You are in need of a sponsor from one of the Court."

Arien Myeras says, "I humbly request, that perhaps your representation of me itself may bear me ends."

Arien drops one knee to the ground, genuflecting in sheer reverence.

Quietly, you say, "In some cases, it would. However, I am reluctant to give it."

Arien Myeras says, "You shall not regret it."

You declare that Arien is no longer an enemy of the Free Collective of Glomdoring.

Arien Myeras says, "There is much I could tell you of Her ways, in exchange for becoming useful and
perhaps even trust-worthy."

Arien kneels before you and touches her head to the ground in worship.

Kethaera regards Arien cautiously at the words, her expression oddly blank as she
scans Arien's face. "What makes you think I would care of Her ways? That any of us would?"

Arien Myeras says, "Tactical reasoning, how to take apart that which appears to not have a
vulnerable spot."

You murmur, "An interesting offer, and one you are so quick to provide."

Arien Myeras says, "My Uncle spoke often of you."

Her eyes narrowing at the words, you say, "I care not what he speaks about. My answer is no. Ask
another."

Arien creases her brow in a frown.

Arien Myeras says, "And if the offer is withdrawn?"

You say, "Your offer, you mean?"

Arien Myeras says, "Yes."

Lightly, you say, "We will survive, I think."

Arien nods her head in agreement.

Arien Myeras says, "Of course."

You incline your head politely to Arien.

Arien Myeras says, "Why would you regret granting me your representation? Is it because I come with
risk, or simply it is my bearing."

You say, "It is simply the decision I have made. Later, if you do happen to join us, perhaps we will
speak of it again."

You say, "I wish you well, until then."




<Later, at the Ravenwood>

Asani Myeras, of the Haze says to Arien, "Any luck?"

Arien Myeras says, "Not one iota. It seems not even the Ambassador will represent me."

Arien Myeras says, "Court representation to join of the Glomdoring, sir."

Her eyes drifting towards Kethaera for a moment before turning back, Asani Myeras, of the Haze says,
"How strange."

Asani Myeras, of the Haze says, "And the Lord Song was not able to help?"

Arien Myeras says, "I did not have time to contact him."

Kethaera glances briefly at Asani, her expression neutral.

Arien Myeras says, "I was attempting to see that the Ambassador would, respectfully she declined."

Asani Myeras, of the Haze says, "Patience will serve you well if you truly wish to join the
Glomdoring. Until then, working for the Wyrd would surely assist others in seeing your worth."

You tell Hymnist Stratas Shee-Slaugh, Reveller in the Dusk, "Busy?"

Arien gives a pained sigh.

Asani Myeras, of the Haze says, "Perhaps staying in a manse at times would be wise."

A wry smile spreads across Asani's face.

Stratas tells you, "Not on something I can't postpone. What can I do for you, madam?"

Arien Myeras says, "Perhaps, cousin."

You tell Hymnist Stratas Shee-Slaugh, Reveller in the Dusk, "I have a bit of a dilemma presently."

Arien inclines her head politely to those around her.

Arien Myeras says, "I shall show myself out."

Asani leans close to Arien and gently lays a kiss upon her forehead.

Arien explodes in a cloud of shimmering, golden pollen, which fades as the vibrant blossoms on the
ground continue northward.

Stratas tells you, "Ah, wonderful. I'll help as best I can, oho."

You begin to follow Stratas.

You follow Hymnist Stratas Shee-Slaugh, Reveller in the Dusk down to under a dark root.

You follow Hymnist Stratas Shee-Slaugh, Reveller in the Dusk northeast to A library beneath the
eventide.

Stratas sits himself down on a raven-feathered leather couch and makes himself comfortable.

Dryly, you say, "I don't know, it might not be safe here. Gods sometimes show up to kill betrayers."

You sit yourself down on a large, comfortable armchair of plush red velvet and make yourself
comfortable.

Arien Myeras shouts, "All hail Lisaera, Hallowed Crone, who must be feared, worshipped, and adored!
I am your eternal and unworthy servant!"

Stratas raises an eyebrow questioningly.

Resting her head on one hand as she settles into the chair, you say, "I suppose we'll have to risk it."

Hymnist Stratas Shee-Slaugh, Reveller in the Dusk says, "Something to do with madam Arien, oho? I
have not been witness to much of it, though the Silver Lady's wrath was notable."

You say, "More so had you been here to witness it."

Showing that he understands, Stratas nods his head slowly.

Tapping her other hand on the arm of the couch, you say, "And that is part of my dilemma now. Arien
sought my sponsorship to join Glomdoring."

Stratas nods his head emphatically.

Hymnist Stratas Shee-Slaugh, Reveller in the Dusk says, "She has been seeking it of anyone she can
think to ask, it seems. Likely she wold have been discusiing it with father had she not been... busy,
when he was awake."

You say, "And... I have had two people now express some reservations about it, and her former fiance
warning me against permitting her to join."

Showing that he understands, Stratas nods his head slowly.

Stratas rubs his temples in frustration.

Hymnist Stratas Shee-Slaugh, Reveller in the Dusk says, "I've been trying to stay out of it as best
I can. The situation with madam Tremula has soured me on allowing any foreigners to join, honestly.
But, I'll set that aside for now."

Using his tongue and the roof of his mouth, Stratas makes a quiet clicking noise.

You say, "In addition... and I have had a similar conversation with Mistral in the past..." She says,
and takes a deep breath before adding, "I don't trust traitors, nor any who would so quickly abandon
their oaths. She offered to tell me of the Silver Goddess's ways, in return for my sponsorship."

Stratas raises an eyebrow questioningly.

You say, "You tell me, cousin, why such a person wouldn't as quickly turn on us when it became
convenient?"

Stratas nods his head emphatically.

Hymnist Stratas Shee-Slaugh, Reveller in the Dusk says, "That is a concern, one I see immediately.
She was the Silver Lady's most trusted, according to her. I don't know her reasons for leaving, but
to so easily try to peddle Her secrets..."

You nod your head at Stratas.

Using his tongue and the roof of his mouth, Stratas makes a quiet clicking noise.

Hymnist Stratas Shee-Slaugh, Reveller in the Dusk says, "Who has voiced concerns, if I might
inquire? And who was her former fiance?"

You say, "Asani seemed to have some hesitations and criticism of her means of seeking membership,
though offered her sponsorship anyway. And Aurik, more directly, as he refused to sponsor her-
however, he does not object to her joining."

You say, "Her fiance was Telperion, of Celest."

Stratas ponders for a moment and says "Hrm..."

You look skeptical and say, "I don't object, particularly, but I rarely sponsor anyone that proves
in any way controversial- that, and I didn't care for her offer."

You say to Stratas, "Your thoughts?"

Hymnist Stratas Shee-Slaugh, Reveller in the Dusk says, "I noted a great deal of impatience when she
was at the Master, but it's hard to say what it was motivated by. And nephew Aurik had no particular
reason to offer her sponsorship. I would agree with hesitations and concerns on her methods, and
also with not overly objecting to her joining, in that regard. Her willingness to shill secrets,
though..."

Stratas ponders for a moment and says "Hrm..."

Hymnist Stratas Shee-Slaugh, Reveller in the Dusk says, "But, it is possible it is simply
desperation. She left her home and goddess for reasons I don't know, and worked harder than many
I've seen to make right with the Wyrd. I recall it being a number of years ago she first contacted
me seeking an Ambassador aide."

Hymnist Stratas Shee-Slaugh, Reveller in the Dusk says, "Was her offer of the Lady's secrets before
or after nephew Aurik declined to sponsor her?"

You look thoughtful and say, "It was when I expressed reluctance. Which does suggest desperation, as
you say..."

Stratas nods his head emphatically.

Hymnist Stratas Shee-Slaugh, Reveller in the Dusk says, "If she had a goal, one she knew would incur
the wrath of her entire way of life, and she worked for years at it, then felt it was slipping away
right as her goal was in sight... it might have caused actions she would not normally have
undertaken."

Hymnist Stratas Shee-Slaugh, Reveller in the Dusk says, "It still is a tough call. The test of fire
often reveals true character. But then, it might be simply exposing weaknesses to be hammered out in
the future. Is it right to hold her to standards of the long Wyrden, when she has no had its grace
guiding her?"

Using his tongue and the roof of his mouth, Stratas makes a quiet clicking noise.

With a slow nod, you say, "Perhaps not. I have of late come to expect very little of those of the
Northern Forest. Still, others have been in her position, and kept their oaths as best they could."

Stratas nods his head emphatically.

Hymnist Stratas Shee-Slaugh, Reveller in the Dusk says, "Who already is sponsoring her?"

You say, "Asani and Tarkenton. And I have little doubt that Siam will as well."

Stratas nods his head emphatically.

Hymnist Stratas Shee-Slaugh, Reveller in the Dusk says, "I've seen that the King has asked much of
her so far, yes."

You nod your head at Stratas.

Hymnist Stratas Shee-Slaugh, Reveller in the Dusk says, "I think her motivated this month by
desperation, and fear. Not admirable qualities, but not unexpected from a Northerner, as you say. I
would rebuke her for offering secrets, especially when not asked for, expected, or wanted
particularly. But I don't think denying her at this point will serve much purpose."

Hymnist Stratas Shee-Slaugh, Reveller in the Dusk says, "She seeks to join the Murder, yes?"

You say, "I've no intention of denying her, but I don't expect anyone in the forest to sponsor
someone out of obligation, no less than I expect of myself. The Nekotai."

Comprehension flashes across Stratas's face.

A smile breaking onto her face, you say, "Still, I think your words are wise, and I will speak to
her again, if she hasn't heard from Siam beforehand."

Hymnist Stratas Shee-Slaugh, Reveller in the Dusk says, "I would expect no one to feel obligated to
sponsor either. That is part of the test of joining the Forest, and the frustration of the situation
with madam Tremula."

You nod your head at Stratas, showing your acceptance.

Hymnist Stratas Shee-Slaugh, Reveller in the Dusk says, "If one can't be bothered to do what is
required now, they won't later."

You say, "Indeed."

Hymnist Stratas Shee-Slaugh, Reveller in the Dusk says, "The King should be around eventually to
help her, and if not, there are still other members of the Court she can speak with. She needs to
learn patience anyways."

Hymnist Stratas Shee-Slaugh, Reveller in the Dusk says, "Hopefully this helped a bit, oho?"

You smile and say, "There is that as well. In any case, I am need of rest. And yes, it did."

Stratas smiles softly.

Hymnist Stratas Shee-Slaugh, Reveller in the Dusk says, "Before you go, I have a brief matter myself."

You tilt your head and listen intently to Stratas.

Hymnist Stratas Shee-Slaugh, Reveller in the Dusk says, "I am planning on contesting Aleyah for
Maestro. She has been absent too long, I feel. Do you have any objections or conerns to that?"

You say, "Not at all, and I had begun to hope that you would. Aleyah has done well, when she has
been around, but unfortunately, she has not been."

Stratas nods his head emphatically.

Hymnist Stratas Shee-Slaugh, Reveller in the Dusk says, "Father has expressed his support as well.
And she had asked of me to contest her if she ever became inactive. It seems the right time to
proceed, then."

Hymnist Stratas Shee-Slaugh, Reveller in the Dusk says, "Well, I shall let you get to your rest,
then, cousin-mine. It has been a trying few months, I think."

You nod your head at Stratas.

You say, "Take care, and good luck to you."