A little dancing girl slips silently in from the southeast.
You blink.
An orchid-adorned pavilion.
Four tiled columns stand at the corners of this pavilion, arching upwards to support a white plaster dome decorated with sage and lavender tiles in complex, swirling spirals. The floor is similarly adorned, unfolding into labyrinthine patterns of orchids as it encircles the tree. To every side, flowers grow, encroaching, but not overgrowing, the tiled pathways leading through the inner sanctum. The scent of sweet water and incense lingers in the air, providing a serene, appealing atmosphere to the environs. Flowers bloom amid the graceful, drooping leaves of a willow tree, flourishing in the soil here. Only peculiar in its lack of any defining feature, a modest little flower blooms here. An elegant picnic basket decorated with wildflowers is set up here for a high tea. There are 4 bottles here. Surrounded by green lightning, a fiery scarlet thunderbird spreads her white-feathered wings here, deep grey eyes alight with a considerate intellect. There are 3 tart lemon crepes here. There are 2 delicate pink tea cups here. An enigmatic smile on her face, a little girl stands here poised on her toes. Deputy Superintendent Unicron n'Lochli is here, sprawled on the ground. He wields a ceremonial silver halberd with both hands. Librarian Portius Windwhisper is here. He wields an amethyst domothean scalpel in his left hand.
You see exits leading northeast, southeast, and in.
Clad in a cropped tunic and long, flowing trousers, this little girl is as slender and flexible as a reed. The soft, billowing material of her clothing is a muted shade of blue, decorated along the hems and seams with a hint of silvery thread. One shade darker than the fabric, embroidery covers the clothing in curved, never-ending lines. Though she can move as silently as the wind, placing each foot with care, the bangles around her wrists and ankles chime together merrily when she dances. Jewels glitter in her long, dark hair, pulled from her face elegantly to augment the soft, pale skin of her face and her deep blue eyes. She wears a rad rune proudly on a slender cord around her neck, and the sleeves on the blue coat she wears fall far past her fingertips, rolled up so that she can still use her hands, and a fragrant brown scarf is tied around her waist like a belt. A platinum pixie ring is upon her left hand and both a thin opal band and an etched ruby ring upon her right.
A little dancing girl almost glows with nearly god-like power.
You say, "My goodness."
You smile and say to a little dancing girl, "I don't believe I've seen you before."
A little dancing girl drifts over to the willow tree, transfixed by the flowers.
You have emoted: Gabriella rises to her feet, dusting off her sari skirts.
Librarian Portius Windwhisper says to a little dancing girl, "Nor I. Good morning, little one."
Deputy Superintendent Unicron n'Lochli says to Portius, "I have no clue. We did, however, come to the conclusion that, as in all of my possible experiments, that I would submit as well."
Unicron ponders a little dancing girl thoughtfully, looking her up and down.
Unicron's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.
Deputy Superintendent Unicron n'Lochli says, "Hello, little one."
Librarian Portius Windwhisper says to Unicron, "Naturally."
A little dancing girl waves one hand cheerfully.
Sweeping her elegant skirts before her, a lovely trill steps daintily in from the northeast.
You have emoted: Gabriella drifts closer to the little dancing girl, minding her step around the tree. "Where did you come from, dear?"
A woman of great elegance and beauty, this young trill is dressed in the very face of fashion. The gown itself is a pale blue silk overlaid by an overskirt of antique white lace, which gives the dress an exquisite texture while allowing the sweeping skirts to swirl prettily around the woman's feet. A sweetheart neckline and capped sleeves allow plenty of room for the splendour of the trill woman's snowy wings to move unfettered. Glorious amid the white feathers adorning her head, a diadem lies against the trill's brow, set with a stunning array of precious gemstones that cast various colours across the lovely angles of the porcelain mask obscuring her features. The mask is painted with delicate strokes that mimic the pattern of feathers or perhaps clouds. Only the smiling lips and the blue-green eyes alit with joy are visible, although a confused sense of mystery lies behind them.
A lovely trill almost glows with nearly god-like power.
A little dancing girl points at a lemon crepe, looking hopefully from one to the other.
You give a trillingly melodic laugh.
You say to a little dancing girl, "Help yourself."
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.
You say, "There is some scones within the basket."
Deputy Superintendent Unicron n'Lochli says to a lovely trill, "Hello there."
Librarian Portius Windwhisper says to a lovely trill, "And good morning to you as well."

A lovely trill blinks her beautiful eyes, curtseying once more to those gathered. She offers the young girl a smile.
A little dancing girl snatches up a crepe and flops onto her butt in the soft ground, looking as happy as anyone who ever lived.
You say to a lovely trill, "Greetings."
A lovely trill says, "Gracious, what pleasant company. I do hope I am not interrupting?"
You say, "Of course not."
You smile and say, "I confess I don't recall if we have ever met before, but all are welcome to our tea party, if they be friends."
A little dancing girl tugs gently upon the trill lady's skirts to get her attention.
You have emoted: Gabriella sweeps her hand out to the delicacies and tea basket. "Please, help yourself."
Eyes alight, a lovely trill says, "Meetings, I find, are far more enjoyable when repeated multiple times."
You say, "I believe there are some empty tea cups, if you are thirsty, and tea in the bottles. I recommend the pumpkin or the cloudberry."
You ponder the situation.
You remove a needle-like blueprick.
You give a needle-like blueprick to a little dancing girl.
You say to Portius, "I wonder if you'd oblige me by touching the tree, so our guests may have a treat as well."
A lovely trill reaches for a tea cup with delicate movement, the very picture of elegance as she takes a sip.
With a wistful look on his face, Portius touches a weeping willow tree.
Portius runs his fingertips down the elegant arcing leaves of the willow tree, and a glory of the snow slides willingly into his grasp.
A little dancing girl perks up with delight, cradling the blueprick in her arms like a precious work of art.

Portius gives a glory of the snow to a lovely trill.
Turning to her skirts, a lovely trill says to a little dancing girl, "Yes, dear?"
You have emoted: Gabriella crouches down, pouring a bit of the peppermint tea into a spare cup, and hands it to the little dancing girl.
You say to Portius, "Thank you, my friend."
You have emoted: Gabriella settles down onto the grass, spreading her skirts carefully.
Librarian Portius Windwhisper says, "Always a pleasure to pass on a flower to a beautiful lady."
A lovely trill laughs, a high melodic sound.
A little dancing girl struggles to juggle flower, crepe, and cup without making a mess. Finally managing the balance of it, she sniffs curiously at the tea.
You say, "He really has been practicing his compliments."
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.
Librarian Portius Windwhisper says, "I have been studying, yes."
A lovely trill says to you, "They appear to be serving him well, then, for I feel suitably flattered."
Gravely, you say to Portius, "Next you must remark upon the elegance with which the little girl balances her burdens."
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.
A little dancing girl sticks her tongue out to taste the surface of the peppermint tea.
You nod your head at a lovely trill, showing your acceptance.
You laughingly say to a lovely trill, "Indeed, he's become very deft at it."
A lovely trill eyes the little dancing girl with faint amusement, offering a hand to assist.
A little dancing girl blinks at Gabriella, her tongue still extended.
Librarian Portius Windwhisper says to you, "How could I, when her skill has rendered me nearly speechless?"
A little dancing girl offers the crepe to the lovely trill lady.


You have emoted: Gabriella crinkles her nose at the little girl, and then extends her own tongue, tasting the surface of her own peppermint tea.
You take a drink of white tea from an aerial tea cup of sapphire and empyrean blue glass.
As you sip the white tea, your thoughts become clearer.
Brewed to perfection, the warm white tea offers a robust taste of peppermint that is strong without being overpowering. There is a hint of sweetness to the mint, similar in flavour to a candy cane.
You laugh melodically at Portius.
Deputy Superintendent Unicron n'Lochli says, "If I may, would the two of you be so kind as to share your names? It would be lovely to know who we are in such pleasant company with."
You smile impishly and say, "It's a shame Zyphora had to leave. I imagine she would have enjoyed our unexpected guests."
A lovely trill tastes the crepe with a bemused smile on her lips, eyes shut as she savors each bite.
Librarian Portius Windwhisper says to you, "Quite so, but such is life."
A little dancing girl wrinkles her nose as she looks shyly at Unicron, still not saying a word.
With an impish smile, a lovely trill says to Portius, "You are the flatterer in this place, Portius Windwhisper. Give me a name as fair as my face."
Deep in thought, you lean your cheek on your hand.
Unicron's eyes sparkle with amusement.
Librarian Portius Windwhisper says to a lovely trill, "Well, while it seems to me that my Lady has blessed you wish beauty that far surpasses that of any flower, in light of your grace and our location, I should have to call you Rose."
A little dancing girl claps her hands together merrily, beaming at the trill lady.
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.
Tilting her head with a devious grin, a lovely trill says, "But for which rose shall I take my namesake? There are numerous shades that come to mind."
A little dancing girl frowns at the cup she just upturned all over the hem of her loose trousers.
A lovely trill fusses over the girl, wringing out the fabric with deft hands as she whispers soothing words.
A little dancing girl smiles shyly, her cheeks pinkening.
Librarian Portius Windwhisper says to a lovely trill, "Ah, I could perhaps say the white rose, for the purity of its grace, or the red for those that I have no doubt countless men have sent you."
You have emoted: Gabriella leans forward, producing a pocket handkerchief and wiping the tea cup clean. She refills the cup, and then sets it at the little girl's side.
You say to Portius, "I'm rather in favour of the white."
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.
You reach out and touch a frost-touched white rose.
Deep in thought, you lean your cheek on your hand.
You say, "But what of the twilight rose?"
You say, "It would certainly not go amiss with the colours you wear."
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.
A lovely trill says, "A bold declaration, for the red rose blooms with romance, and the white rose unfurls with quiet grace. Now the twilight rose..."
A lovely trill purses her lips pensively, gazing off into the distance as she carefully gathers her thoughts.
You look thoughtful and say, "The little one is quite easily to perhaps name to a flower, I should think."
Librarian Portius Windwhisper says to a lovely trill, "It too would suit you, Lady, for I cannot help but think that all beauties find themselves reflected in your eyes."
A lovely trill's eyes sparkle with amusement.
A little dancing girl gives you the once-over, eyeing you suspiciously.
You say, "A Forget-Me-Not. For her eyes are as blue as one, and she is indeed most anxious to not be left behind."
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.
Portius's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.
A lovely trill says, "The deeper the red of the rose, the more bashful the lady's shame."

A little dancing girl shakes her head in protest.
"Oh?" you exclaim quizzically.
Librarian Portius Windwhisper says to you, "You speak truly, my friend. A fitting appelation."
You say, "Not a forget-me-not? We can't have that then."
Deep in thought, you lean your cheek on your hand.
A lovely trill says to a little dancing girl, "Come little one, what name shall you take for yourself?"
Unicron ponders the situation.
You say, "Perhaps something more subtle."
A little dancing girl smiles tentatively and takes up a bottle of tea.
You tilt your head curiously.
A little dancing girl gets to her feet, drinking straight from the bottle.
You give a trillingly melodic laugh.
Unicron utters a deep, rumbling laugh.
A little dancing girl staggers and sways, walking across the room, and then points at the bottle.
A lovely trill hides a grin behind her hand.
You lift your eyebrow slightly, curious.
Librarian Portius Windwhisper twitches ever so slightly in a vain attempt not to smile.
You say, "Let me see."
A little dancing girl points at herself purposely and nods, as though she has explained something important.
Deputy Superintendent Unicron n'Lochli asks, "Peppermint?"
A lovely trill says, "Perhaps she wishes to name herself."
Laughing lightly, a lovely trill says to a little dancing girl, "Would Peppermint suit you, then?"
A little dancing girl wrinkles her nose and shakes her head.
You say, "She is doing a staggering dance, much like a drunkard."

Your eyes sparkle with amusement.
Unicron ponders the situation.
A little dancing girl walks again, staggering, and then lets out a most-convincing hiccup.
You say, "Hum."
You look skeptical and say, "Do we know of any names relating to that?"
You say, "Let me think."
Deep in thought, you lean your cheek on your hand.
A little dancing girl frowns and points at the bottle.
You say, "Yes, I see the bottle. Which tea do you have there?"
Deep in thought, you lean your cheek on your hand.
A little dancing girl flops down onto the ground.
You flop down onto the ground.
Stifling her laughter, a lovely trill says, "Does tea lead one to such dances?"
A little dancing girl vigorously shakes her head.
A lovely trill says, "She is quite the actress, this little one."
Librarian Portius Windwhisper says, "Impressively so. I could not do so well."
You look undecided and say, "Perhaps she desires a name of an acoholic beverage."
Deputy Superintendent Unicron n'Lochli says, "Alcohol of some sort would, though lead one to stagger, however. Or so I've seen..never touched the stuff, myself."
A lovely trill waits patiently, smoothing her skirts.
You say, "Champagne?"
You shift your eyes suspiciously from side to side.
Librarian Portius Windwhisper says to Unicron, "Nor I. After all, temperence is a virtue, comrade."
Unicron nods his head at Portius.

A little dancing girl wrinkles her nose.
You say, "Hm. No. Let's see."
Deputy Superintendent Unicron n'Lochli asks, "Whiskey?"
You say, "Liquor?"
You shift your eyes suspiciously from side to side.
A little dancing girl sniffles softly and shakes her head.
You say, "Oh dear."
You ponder the situation.
Deputy Superintendent Unicron n'Lochli asks a little dancing girl, "Are we correct in that it is a type of alcohol?"
A lovely trill's eyes sparkle with amusement.
A little dancing girl nods her head enthusiastically.
Librarian Portius Windwhisper says to a little dancing girl, "There, there. Do forgive us for being great big sillies who can't work out your name!"
You say, "Beer?"
Deputy Superintendent Unicron n'Lochli asks, "Ale?"
You say, "Amber Malt?"
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.
A little dancing girl looks around confusedly.
You say, "Absinthe?"
Deputy Superintendent Unicron n'Lochli says, "Melon Liqeur..."
Librarian Portius Windwhisper says, "Wine, perhaps?"
You say, "Absinthe is rather useful for dreamweaving."
Deep in thought, you lean your cheek on your hand.
A lovely trill says, "Such strange names you pose."

You laughingly say, "Well, they are types of alcohol!"
A lovely trill says, "But would they suit such a lovely girl?"
Librarian Portius Windwhisper says, "I never thought that I should say this, but this is one occasion where a Gaudiguchi might actually be useful."
A lovely trill waves her hand dismissively.
You say, "Absinthe, perhaps... but something more refined might be in order."
You ponder a little dancing girl thoughtfully, looking her up and down.
A sliver of frost manifests on a wintry breeze, lingering near the dancing girl.
You perk your ears up as an errant topic catches your interest.
You say, "Oh! Calythan?"
Unicron stares implacably at you.
You dismiss Unicron with a wave of your hand.
You laughingly say to Unicron, "I'm not suggesting a name."
You say, "I'm calling a friend."
Deputy Superintendent Unicron n'Lochli says, "Ahhh."
A little dancing girl looks directly at the frost, and then reaches out to touch it, curious.
A lovely trill looks up, tilting her head curiously.
Unicron ponders the situation.
You have emoted: Gabriella deftly draws out a sugar crystal, and then holds it aloft in her fingers.
You cease wielding a mystic cudgel in your left hand.
You begin to wield a sugar crystal in your left hand.
With a gust of wind, the frost shimmers slightly with its own consciousness. As it undulates, a tall, slender form manifests briefly before dispersing again into a silver mist.

You smile impishly and say, "Calythan? Is that you?"

A little dancing girl gasps with delight, virtually bouncing in place.
You have emoted: Gabriella waves the sugar crystal temptingly.
The frost reaches out with a slender, translucent hand, grasping for the sugar.
You have emoted: Gabriella laughs, and holds the sugar just out of reach. "Come now, Calythan. Show yourself!"
As the frost lurches forward toward Gabriella, the form of Calythan, the Morning Frost manifests, his sprite-like eyes wide with blend of excitement and curiosity.
A lovely trill gives a trillingly melodic laugh.
You grab Calythan and twirl him about in utter glee.
You give a sugar crystal to Calythan, the Morning Frost.
You give Calythan a peck on the cheek.
His voice a frosty shrill, Calythan, the Morning Frost says, "Thank you, Gabyflower."
Calythan consumes a sugar crystal leisurely, seeming to enjoy every bite.
He is a radiant immortal and is made up of the silver frosts that linger on the morning flora. His icy skin, tinged a pale blue in hue, shimmers with a glossy radiance as the delicate frosts that hold him together collect with moisture from the atmosphere. Long, thin limbs stretch out from a slender torso and a fall of silver speckled hair dances around his body as it continuously melts and reforms. Bright silver eyes, gentle and introspective, gaze steadily at the world from the face of a curious sprite, and a set of ethereal wings stretch out behind him in an array of silvers and blues. A crisp breeze follows him wherever he goes. He is wearing a cloak of woven dew drops, a frost-touched iris, a frozen leaf glowing with a silver light, frost-touched robes of ornate silver, a diamond snowflake crown and a frosted silver pocket watch.
You say, "Of course, Calyfrost."
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.
Amusement sparkling in her eyes, a lovely trill says to you, "It appears you know your audience quite well."
Calythan, the Morning Frost licks his fingertips gingerly, barely noticing the gathering.s
You say to a lovely trill, "He is very shy and startles easily, but I do know the right temptations."
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.

A little dancing girl offers a needle-like blueprick to Calythan, her eyes wide and excited.
You give a sugar crystal to Calythan, the Morning Frost.
You say, "Calythan, would you like to meet some new friends?"
Calythan, the Morning Frost eyes the little dancing girl carefully, edging closer to you.
A lovely trill delicately covers her hand over her mouth, stifling a laugh.
You have emoted: Gabriella Talnara, Blossoming Hope reaches out and takes Calythan by the hand, squeezing it reassuringly. "Come now. No need to fear from them. She is trying to give you a present."
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.
You have recovered balance on all limbs. [1.201s]
A wintry breeze in his low voice, Calythan, the Morning Frost says to you, "What are these flowers? They...well, they're not normal flowers."
You say, "Silly. Well."
Deep in thought, you lean your cheek on your hand.
You say, "I believe we have decided on... Twilight Rose, was it?"
The leaves upon the willow rustle and whisper together as a red and blue flutterby flower blooms.
Your eyes sparkle with amusement at a lovely trill.
A little dancing girl looks at the flower in her hand and then back to Calythan.
The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across a lovely trill's lips.
Calythan, the Morning Frost leaps into the air and hovers just behind you. Every now and then, Calythan's eyes narrow and open as he stares at the little girl and the lovely trill.
You say to Calythan, "And that little girl desires a name of some alcoholic beverage, which is still yet to be decided upon."
A lovely trill says, "Such a strange colour to bestow upon me, but I shan't refuse it. Twilight is loveliest of the blues."
You say to a lovely trill, "Ah, but was not your arrival strange and unexpected?"

Your eyes twinkle enchantingly.
Librarian Portius Windwhisper says to a lovely trill, "And being the loveliest, it suits you."
Unicron nods his head at Portius.
A lovely trill says, "Expected arrivals, I find, are the least enjoyable to behold."
Unicron ponders a little dancing girl thoughtfully, looking her up and down.
You say, "Oh no. I find unexpected friends and expected ones, to be both equally enjoyable."
Calythan, the Morning Frost flits closer to the little dancing girl with curiosity etched into his features. His long, slender hands wring themselves nervously as he peers into the little girl's eyes.
Deputy Superintendent Unicron n'Lochli asks a little dancing girl, "Did we try Gin? Or, perhaps, Ginny?"
You smile and say, "For I get to enjoy their company, either way."
You perk your ears up as an errant topic catches your interest.
You say, "Oh, there's one."
You say, "Ginny?"
An impish grin tugging at her lips, a lovely trill says, "True, on both points."
A little dancing girl holds very still, the flower still extended in her hands, eyes locked with Calythan's.
Calythan, the Morning Frost reaches out to delicately grasp the flower from the little dancing girl.
You have emoted: Gabriella pushes a dark curl away from her face, a smile flitting over her lips as she watches the exchange.
A little dancing girl flashes Calythan a radiant smile, which she then turns to Unicron, giving a slight nod of approval.
You say, "Ah, perfect."
You say, "Gin - or perhaps Ginny, it is then."
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.

His frosty voice barely above a whisper as he inspects the flower's petals, Calythan, the Morning Frost says, "This is such a lovely blossom. I've never, ever, ever sat on something so lovely."
You smile impishly and say to Calythan, "Sat on?"
A little dancing girl points behind her at the willow, and then at the little grey flower growing alongside.
You say, "Twilight Rose has one you might enjoy seeing, if she would not mind showing it off."
His sprite-like eyes wide and eager, Calythan, the Morning Frost says to you, "Where are we, kind warmy? Is this the Mayflower's garden?"
A lovely trill leans against the willow, eyes half-lidding with contently as her wings sway back and forth.
You say to Calythan, "Aye. We are in Lady Maylea's Temple. This is Her garden."
You say, "And this little flower is a special friend of ours."
You stroke a peculiarly ordinary flower tenderly.
You say to Calythan, "There are all sorts of strangely wonderful flowers here."
The sturdy trunk of this tree rises little over the height of the average human to the apex of supple branches overhead. A riot of leaves weigh heavily upon the tree limbs, falling gracefully in arcs back towards the earth, some nearly touching the ground. Many peculiar buds unfold amid the canopy of leaves, some beginning to open into new and brilliant flowers. The bark on this strange tree is silvery, and the leaves almost glow with verdant glory, fed by the supernatural power of this place. Four flowers have come to full bloom upon the willow: a tulip of the morning, a sandy dune lily, a cottony lion tail, and a red and blue flutterby flower.
Calythan, the Morning Frost pokes at the petals on the flower in his hand. With a slight frown, he turns the flower over and over again, strict concentration in his eyes.
A lovely trill says to Calythan, "Do you like what you see, Morning Frost?"
With a child's agitation, Calythan, the Morning Frost says, "I can't make this flower cold. Is it broken?"
Calythan nods his head at a lovely trill.
You say to Calythan, "It's a special flower. Perhaps that is why."
You say to Calythan, "It is from here."
You pat a weeping willow tree in a friendly manner.
A little dancing girl laughs soundlessly, and puts her hand upon the willow's trunk. She reaches up and touches a sandy dune lily blooming amid its branches.
With a wistful look on his face, Unicron touches a weeping willow tree.
Unicron runs his fingertips down the elegant arcing leaves of the willow tree, and a tulip of the morning slides willingly into his grasp.
You say, "This is a special tree. The willow grants flowers to those she likes, once per day. The flower will decay after one day, and you can get a new one then."
Deputy Superintendent Unicron n'Lochli says, "So close..."
Folding in on himself nervously, Calythan, the Morning Frost says, "Is this place, um, really warm in the melting months?"
You smile and say, "They are flowers that were gifted to Lady Maylea, and flowers designed by Her and Her followers. She gifted us with them."
You ponder the situation.
You say, "I believe this place stays the same temperature all year round."
You say, "For the most part."
Unicron gives a sugar crystal to Calythan, the Morning Frost.
Visibly relieved and smiling, Calythan, the Morning Frost says, "Oh thank goodness! I will come sit here when I am watching the trees."
Calythan, the Morning Frost squeaks happily and begins doting upon the sugar, turning it over and over again.
You smile impishly and say to Calythan, "I do not think Lady Maylea would mind that."
You exclaim, "Oh, Calythan!"
You say, "Guess what."
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.
You say, "The flower you gave me? It won't ever melt now."
Her voice soft and low, a lovely trill says, "She has much to be pleased with, for Her handiwork is lovely."
You nod your head sagely.

A little dancing girl tip-toes on silent little feet over to stand close to Calythan.
Unicron nods his head at a lovely trill.
His eyes still trained on the sugar crystal, Calythan, the Morning Frost says to you, "It won't? Not even when the sun is big and mean?"
You say, "Never ever."
You say, "And I can never lose it, ever."
Calythan claps his hands together merrily.
You smile and say, "So I'll always have something you gifted to me."
His voice a windless ice, Calythan, the Morning Frost says to you, "You are a very nice warmy. I would like for you to keep it forever and always."
Unicron smiles softly.
You say to Calythan, "I would like that too. And I shall keep it forever I shall tread the Basin."
You smile softly at Calythan.
A lovely trill laughs, the sound carrying on the wind with harmonious musicality.
A lovely trill says to Calythan, "Are we all to be called such a title, then? Warmys."
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.
Finally noticing the small gathering, Calythan, the Morning Frost says to you, "Um, Gabyflower... will the Mayflower be mad there are other trees in Her garden?"
You say, "We are all flowers and warmys to him."
You lift your eyebrow slightly, curious.
You say, "Other trees?"
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.
You say, "You mean, our friends?"
You nod your head at Unicron.
You nod your head at Portius.


Calythan, the Morning Frost nods his head vigourously, sending cascades of frost in every direction.
You say, "They are warmys like myself."
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.
You say, "They are friends of mine, come to take tea and talk and keep each other company. Their special Warmy - Lady Isune, is friends with the Mayflower."
A lovely trill blinks the snowflakes from her eyelashes.
You say, "So they are always welcome here."
Calythan ponders the situation.
Solemnly, you say to Calythan, "The Lady Isune is a Bird of Paradise flower."
You nod your head sagely.
Unicron nods his head sagely at you.
A lovely trill's eyes sparkle with amusement.
You say to Calythan, "Look, we have sweets."
His voice a drift of gentle snow, Calythan, the Morning Frost says, "But are you sure? The Mayflower is a very nice tree, I think, but I don't know if She would like Someone other than Hoom Tree in the forest."
You point accusingly at a tart lemon crepe.
You blink.
You say, "In the Forest?"
You say, "Not in here, you mean, Calythan?"
You say, "In Serenwilde? Whom did you see?"
Calythan, the Morning Frost tilts his head curiously at the little dancing girl and the lovely trill.
You blink.
You say, "Ah."
A lovely trill hums a quiet song, letting the melody drift on a fragrant breeze as her wings beat slowly.
You say, "I speak for my Lady when She is not present - I think."
You shift your eyes suspiciously from side to side.
You say, "And I see no reason they should not be welcome, as they've done no harm, and have been pleasant company."
Librarian Portius Windwhisper says to a lovely trill, "Hm? That is a lovely tune, if I may say so. Are you very musical?"
A little dancing girl covers her mouth with her hands as though smothering peals of laughter, her shoulders shaking with mirth.
You say, "I believe my Lady Maylea would not have an objection, unless they were to harm something."
A frown upon his lips, Calythan, the Morning Frost says, "If you say so, Gabyflower."
Deep in thought, you lean your cheek on your hand.
Unicron's eyes sparkle with amusement.
You say to Calythan, "It is my hope."
With a flicker of amusement, a lovely trill says to Portius, "Can a flower sing, Portius? If so, then indeed."
You shift your eyes suspiciously from side to side.
You say to Calythan, "If I am incorrect in my guessing, my Lady will correct me, I am sure."
You grin sheepishly and blush faintly.
Librarian Portius Windwhisper says to a lovely trill, "All things sing, lady, for that is the soul of beauty. Some things simply do it without voices."
Tapping his chin with a long, slender finger, Calythan, the Morning Frost says, "You mentioned sweets? Is that another blossom trick from an alembalemambaleicalemb something?"
You peer about yourself unscrupulously.
You laughingly say, "A what what now?"
A little dancing girl reaches forward to touch Calythan on the arm.
You say, "Oh!"

Calythan squeaks in fright.
The crisp frost that hangs in the air subsides as Calythan, the Morning Frost evaporates into the ether.
You say, "An alembic? No, not trick."
You say, "Oh dear."
You have emoted: Gabriella quickly produces a crystal of sugar.
A little dancing girl looks profoundly disappointed.
You say to a little dancing girl, "Ginny, you musn't startle him."
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.
You say, "He'll re-appear."
You pick up a tart lemon crepe.
You have emoted: Gabriella holds aloft a tart lemon crepe in one hand, and the sugar crystal in the other.
A crisp layer of frost hovers against a low-hanging branch of a nearby willow.
Loudly, you say, "Whatever shall I do with these sweets?"
You exclaim, "I was going to give them to Calythan, but he's vanished!"
An air of effortless eloquence to her words, a lovely trill says to Portius, "Then I sing the refrain of colour and creation, of loveliness and beauty. A pale shadow of something far lovelier than my mere voice can comprehend."
Librarian Portius Windwhisper says to a lovely trill, "And you are a poet, too, lady. How lucky I am to have met you!"
You have emoted: Gabriella drifts closer to the willow tree, treats held in her hands.
The frost that clings to the branches inches steadily toward the gathering, careful to not approach anyone too closely.
A lovely trill allows herself a mystifying smile, laughing once more as if to discredit her own words.
You have emoted: Gabriella pauses, as if idling there for no particular reason. She wiggles the crepe and sugar in her hands.

A little dancing girl shuffles her feet awkwardly.
A lovely trill says to a little dancing girl, "What is wrong, dearest?"
You wink conspiratorially at a little dancing girl.
A little dancing girl points forlornly at the frost.
You say to a little dancing girl, "Don't worry."
Unicron ponders the situation.
You give a sugar crystal to a little dancing girl.
Unicron gives a sugar crystal to a little dancing girl.
You say, "Here, you hold that."
Unicron winks conspiratorially at a little dancing girl.
A little dancing girl tentatively holds out the sugar crystal.
You have emoted: Gabriella holds aloft just the crepe now, standing a bit near the little dancing girl, whom has the sugar crystals.
Sadly, you say, "If Calythan doesn't come back, I suppose we'll just have to give someone else these sugar and crepes!"
You say to a little dancing girl, "Isn't that right, Ginny?"
As the frost inches forward, the shape of a crouching ice spirit begins to manifest. With a leap and a twirl, the frost reveals Calythan, the Morning Frost once more, reaching broadly toward the sugar.
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.
The corners of Unicron's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.
A little dancing girl fixates sad eyes upon Calythan as she holds her hand out as far from her body as she can, the sugar in her palm.
Calythan, the Morning Frost stands near the little dancing girl with his eyes wide, staring from her eyes to the sugar.
You smile impishly and say, "Go ahead, Calythan."
His eyes wide with fear and a child's desire, Calythan, the Morning Frost says to a little dancing girl, "Um, miss little tree, um, flower tree, may I please have that plant crystal?"
A lovely trill watches the encounter in pleasant silence, smiling gently.
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Quietly to herself, you murmur, "Other Trees, hmm?"
A little dancing girl nods eagerly, leaning to hold the crystal closer.
You have emoted: Gabriella speculatively glances from the little dancing girl, her gaze drifting, over to a lovely trill.
A little dancing girl suddenly loses her balance and falls into a heap at Calythan's feet, a look of surprise on her face.
Calythan, the Morning Frost leaps into the air with a squeaky yelp, hovering near the canopy.
You say, "Oh dear."
You say, "She just fell, Calythan. Nothing to fear."
A lovely trill enfolds the little dancing girl in her wings, murmuring words of comfort.
You say to a little dancing girl, "Are you alright?"
A little dancing girl screws her face up as though she might cry, picking the dirty sugar crystal up off the ground.
His voice a high-pitched snowfall, Calythan, the Morning Frost says to a little dancing girl, "Did you hurt yourself, little--er--mighty--er--tree girl?"
A lovely trill hums once more, stroking the girl's hair to soothe her.
You whisper soothing words to a little dancing girl.
A little dancing girl offers the dirty sugar to Calythan, sniffling.
Calythan, the Morning Frost flits toward the girl with concern in his eyes. With his head tilted, he reaches out to touch the little girl's hand, gingerly and with enormous affection.
You smile softly.
A little dancing girl seems to perk up a little, a tentative smile touching her face.
Taking the sugar into his hand, Calythan, the Morning Frost says to a little dancing girl, "Please do not be sad, little tree. You won't melt."
A little dancing girl opens her arms wide, staring at Calythan with an expression of endearing hope written all over her face.
You hide a grin behind your hand.
A lovely trill withdraws from the girl, watching Calythan with gentle eyes as if to relinquish the girl into his care.
You whisper to Calythan, "I do believe she would like a hug from you, Calythan."
Calythan, the Morning Frost whispers to you, "What if I accidentally freeze her? I am not allowed to hurt trees."
You whisper to Calythan, "You hug me without harming me, don't you? I think she will be alright."
Calythan, the Morning Frost whispers to you, "Hoom Tree said I had to be very kind to the forest and Lady Isotta told me that my hands are cold."
Deep in thought, you lean your cheek on your hand.
Kindly, a lovely trill says, "Nor are you to deny the trees their wishes, hm?"
Calythan squeaks in fright.
You say, "I have a compromise, hmm?"
You have emoted: Gabriella removes her cloak, and then settles it about the little dancing girl's shoulders, swathing her in the fabric.
You say, "There, Calythan. She should be warm enough now, aye?"
Calythan, the Morning Frost turns his gaze back to the little girl, his head tilted and his expression full of conflicting emotions. Gently, he reaches out to take the little girl into his embrace, waiting for his hug to be reciprocated.
Calythan, the Morning Frost closes one eye and cringes, still looking at his handiwork with care through the open eye.
A little dancing girl leans her cheek against Calythan's shoulder, unafraid and utterly content.
Hope in his frosty voice, Calythan, the Morning Frost says to a little dancing girl, "Are you hurting did you freeze do I make you melt is it-- oh."
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.
Calythan, the Morning Frost squeezes the little girl happily, smiling wide.
You whisper to Calythan, "There, you see? Just fine."

Unicron's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.
Librarian Portius Windwhisper sighs slightly as he smiles.
A little dancing girl looks adoringly up at Calythan, and pats her chest over the heart, a huge smile lighting her face.
"Awwwww!" you say.
You smile softly.
A lovely trill smiles softly.
Calythan, the Morning Frost relinquishes the little girl with the same confident affection one would have between friends and plops himself on the ground with a frosty gust. Contentment spread throughout his person, Calythan begins to lick the sugar crystal as if it were a delicate, fussy meal.
You whisper to Calythan, "She likes you, hmm?"
Your eyes twinkle enchantingly.
You say, "Oh dear."
You shake your head.
With a sigh and a wry grin, you give a tart lemon crepe to Calythan, the Morning Frost.
Deputy Superintendent Unicron n'Lochli says, "He does enjoy his sugar..."
You laughingly say, "I'm afraid I've spoiled him on it."
A little dancing girl backs away from Calythan a few paces, though she seems very happy.
"Heh heh heh" Unicron chuckles.
Librarian Portius Windwhisper says, "Well, we all have vices, and sugar is most certainly a harmless one."
Unicron nods his head at Portius.
Quipping good-naturedly, a lovely trill says, "Until it leads one to have difficulty moving."
You say, "Let me see."
You look about yourself, rubbing your chin thoughtfully.


A little dancing girl stands up straight, rising to her toes with perfect grace.
Portius looks around furtively, brings his hand to his mouth and releases a small 'teehee'.
You say to Calythan, "Do you want to try some tea, Calythan?"
You say to Calythan, "It's another tasty plant."
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.
You pick up a delicate pink tea cup.
Still happily enjoying his sugar, Calythan, the Morning Frost says, "I like my little tree. Gabyflower, does she know Mayflower? What is Mayflower? Does She look like Hoom Tree?"
You blink.
Librarian Portius Windwhisper says to a lovely trill, "And a wit as well! Tell me, lady, is there anything you aren't perfectly wonderful at?"
You say, "I do not know if your little tree knows Mayflower. Mayflower does not look like Hoom Tree. She is..."
Deep in thought, you lean your cheek on your hand.
Eyes alight, a lovely trill says to Portius, "Receiving such flattery with poise."
An aura of green rises in the air around the little dancing girl, who waves cheerfully as her tiny frame is obscured and disappears.
Calythan, the Morning Frost says to you, "Also, we should maybe make another garden for the little tree and the feather tree."
Calythan squeaks in fright.
Calythan, the Morning Frost says, "Is it too late to make her a garden?! What if She doesn't like Mayflower's garden?"
Smiling softly, you say to Calythan, "She is the most wonderful person. She has dusky skin, and dark hair streaked with blue. And she is graceful, and skilled with all flowers."
Librarian Portius Windwhisper says to a lovely trill, "Ah, lady, forgive me if I am too forward, but a scientist must always speak the truth as he sees it."
Unicron nods his head at Portius.

You say, "The little dancing girl? I think she might've only been visiting, Calythan. She may have a garden of her own already."
A lovely trill says, "There's something to be said for the simple aesthetics of honesty."
You say to Calythan, "I'm sure both of our new tree friends too."
You say, "Do, rather, not too."
You look up into the air for divine inspiration.
The aura of green dissipates, leaving someone entirely different behind.
An orchid-adorned pavilion.
You perk your ears up as an errant topic catches your interest.
You laughingly say, "Lady Maylea!"
You grab Maylea and twirl Her about in utter glee.
Maylea leans close to you and gently lays a kiss upon your forehead.
You say to Maylea, "I might've known."
Portius bows respectfully to Maylea.
Your eyes sparkle with amusement at Maylea.
Calythan, the Morning Frost leaps up and drops his sugar, his eyes wide and shimmering with silver.
Unicron's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.
Maylea, Bloom of Serenity says, "You are ever complimentary, My dear Gabriella."
A lovely trill curtseys demurely, smiling with delight.
You say to Calythan, "This is the Mayflower."
You blush at Maylea furiously.
You laughingly say to Maylea, "Well, it's all true!"
Calythan, the Morning Frost backs into the trunk of a willow tree, his eyes glued to Maylea with delight and awe.
Maylea, Bloom of Serenity extends a hand warmly to Calythan.

Softly, you say to Calythan, "This is Maylea, the one you call the Mayflower. Is She not wonderful?"
The corners of your mouth turn up as you grin mischievously.
A lovely trill lets her wings trail against the ground, faint flashes of colour sparking in and out about her before vanishing.
His voice barely above a frosty whisper, Calythan, the Morning Frost says to you, "She is the most beautiful tree ever. Much lovelier than any tree I've ever seen, and I've seen a lot of them!"
You nod your head enthusiastically at Calythan.
You exclaim to Calythan, "And She's even dearer than those trees!"
You smile impishly and say, "Both of You are very dear."
Maylea, Bloom of Serenity says, "Ah... complimentary as well. Did you learn from My Gabriella, little spark?"
Calythan, the Morning Frost nods frantically, displacing frost all over the clearing.
A lovely trill gives a trillingly melodic laugh.
Unicron's eyes sparkle with amusement.
You avert your eyes from Maylea, grinning sheepishly.
You say to Calythan, "She accuses me of modesty."
You tap your nose knowingly.
You grin mischievously at Maylea.
His eyes downcast, Calythan, the Morning Frost says to Maylea, "No, Lady Mighty Mayflower Tree, but Gabyflower is really nice and teaches me a lot."
You blush furiously.
Maylea leans close to Calythan and gently lays a kiss upon his forehead.
You have emoted: Gabriella seems to find the ground beneath her feet very interesting for a few moments, her cheeks quite red.
Maylea, Bloom of Serenity says to a lovely trill, "Onward goes the masquerade?"
Calythan, the Morning Frost's form quivers and becomes more translucent. The frost the comprises him flushes a deep cerulean and flakes into a crystalline mozaic before righting itself into Calythan once more.
You giggle happily at Calythan.
Waving her hand, a lovely trill says to Maylea, "One must always be on the lookout for an excuse to waltz."
Maylea's eyes sparkle with amusement.
"Uhh..." stalls Portius.
You perk your ears up as an errant topic catches your interest.
Deputy Superintendent Unicron n'Lochli asks a lovely trill, "Would you like to dance, then?"
A glint in her eyes, you say, "Well, Lady Twilight Rose..."
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.
Calythan, the Morning Frost turns his gaze toward the lovely trill, his lips shut tight and his arms held fast at his waist.
Amused, a lovely trill says to Unicron, "It appears you, too, understand the art of flattery, dear one."
A lovely trill says to Calythan, "Though you have proven the first to act upon it."
Maylea smiles softly.
You have emoted: Gabriella Talnara, Blossoming Hope scoots over to Calythan and squeezes his hand comfortingly.
You look thoughtful and say, "I really must learn to waltz, someday."
A lovely trill curtseys once more, gazing upon Calythan with an impish smile.
The sweet voice of Kavindra rises through the Temple of Maylea, singing of peace and hope, joy and forgiveness.
Laughing, a lovely trill says, "And look, there is music for us."
Deputy Superintendent Unicron n'Lochli says to you, "I assure you, it is quite easy to learn."
Calythan, the Morning Frost tilts his head and ponders this hard for a few heartbeats before nodding happily.
You laughingly say to Unicron, "I don't think I should have the footing for it."
His voice a wintry breeze, Calythan, the Morning Frost says, "I learned how to sway with the wind a long, long time ago!"
Librarian Portius Windwhisper says, "Indeed. Even I managed to pick it up with time and an incentive."
Her voice soothing, a lovely trill says, "Ah, the wind is a graceful partner, and fairer than many dancers with faces."
Calythan, the Morning Frost stands straight and poised, bowing low to the lovely trill. With a broad smile on his sprite-like lips, he extends a hand to her with effortless grace.
Teasing, a lovely trill says, "I shall do my best to compete with her then."
Unicron's eyes sparkle with amusement.
You turn green with envy.
You laughingly say to Maylea, "Such grace from them two!"
Filled with longing, you heave a deep, wistful sigh.
A lovely trill delicately takes Calythan's hand in her own, gliding into alignment with effortless ease.
Maylea nods Her head.
Maylea, Bloom of Serenity says, "Not so much a skill of Mine, I fear."
You have emoted: Gabriella Talnara, Blossoming Hope lingers near her Lady, watching Calythan and a lovely trill. "On the contrary, my Lady. You are quite graceful," she says absently.
Maylea, Bloom of Serenity says, "Dancing!"
Pale, wintry light flickers about the waltzing couple, intermittent with rays of frosted sunlight.
A gentle, winter wind begins to move with Calythan and the trill as he moves his feet in time with Kavindra's song. The autumn leaves add a clacking beat to the garden's song.
You laughingly say to Maylea, "Dancing requires grace! And were You not a dancing girl a moment ago?"
As the trill's skirt swirls about her feet, her wings brighten with colour, losing their downy softness and becoming almost liquid in their shimmering display - like a rainbow shattered across the sky.
Cryptic, Maylea, Bloom of Serenity says, "Was I?"
You say to Maylea, "I don't know. Were You... Ginny?"

You have emoted: Gabriella Talnara, Blossoming Hope quirks a brow at Maylea with a grin.
With charm and elegance, Calythan doubles the waltz, keeping up with the clacking of the leaves. Soon, the couple is dancing swiftly and gracefully like a fall of maple leaves.
You have emoted: Gabriella turns, foot tapping in slow time as she watches the couple dancing, eyes alight.
Maylea, Bloom of Serenity lifts her brows and shoulders in a faint shrug.
You murmur to Maylea, "If You say so, my Lady."
Your eyes sparkle with amusement at Maylea.
Streamers of colour trail behind them as they glide, entwining to shroud the lovely trill from view for a brief moment as the music quiets.
Librarian Portius Windwhisper averts his eyes from the dancers.
You sigh contentedly.
Like a rising sun spilling violet and rose upon the sky, the dissipates to reveal someone else in the trill's stead, curtseying to Her partner with a soft smile.
Isune, the Aesthete smiles impishly and says to Calythan, "Winter has taught you well."
Librarian Portius Windwhisper mutters to himself, "Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.
Calythan, the Morning Frost squeaks with all the elegance of a doormouse and collapses in a heap upon the ground, his eyes staring broadly at Isune.
Unicron's eyes sparkle with amusement.
You clap your hands together merrily.
Pleased, Maylea, Bloom of Serenity says, "Well-danced, My friend."
Isune, the Aesthete tilts up Calythan's chin to face Her, smiling with bemusement.
Playfully, Isune, the Aesthete says to Calythan, "Shall you shame Me, then, by not returning such a compliment?"
Stammering openly, his silver eyes reflecting Isune's light, Calythan, the Morning Frost says, "The Feather Tree. The Light Tree. The...the..."
You have emoted: Gabriella Talnara, Blossoming Hope starts forward, as if prepared to twirl the Lady Isune in glee as she so oft does her other, beloved companions. She checks herself, and then sheepishly folds her hands behind her back.
Calythan, the Morning Frost bows low to Isune, his mouth still forming soundless words.
Helpfully, you say to Calythan, "The Bird of Paradise."
You shift your eyes suspiciously from side to side.
Nodding vigourously, Calythan, the Morning Frost says, "The Paradise Tree."
You say, "Close enough."
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.
Lowering her voice and speaking with soothing gentleness, Maylea, Bloom of Serenity says, "Little spark... be still, all is well."
Her laughter chiming like bells, Isune, the Aesthete says to Maylea, "He is a sweet one, this spark of Yours."
Calythan, the Morning Frost says to Isune, "Thank You, Lightbug Tree. You dance very, very well. Just like snowflakes!"
Deputy Superintendent Unicron n'Lochli says, "I think all the sugar helps..."
Isune's eyes twinkle enchantingly.
Happily, you say to Maylea, "Oh, is he Yours, my Lady? He was worried about not having a place, and didn't seem to belong to Lord Hoaracle like Dasia did."
Gleefully, you say to Calythan, "Is it true, Calythan?"
You grab Calythan and twirl him about in utter glee.
Isune, the Aesthete brushes a hand absently against Her gown, commenting, "I have found that the mist and the snow both have an elegance that I would be remiss to overlook."
Maylea, Bloom of Serenity says, "I do not think he belongs to any but himself. I will vouch for him, however, and I know I am not alone."
Eyes sparkling, Isune, the Aesthete says, "If he were not of the Serenwilde, I would not mind vouching for him Myself."
You look thoughtful and say to Maylea, "That is another thought we had discussed."
You exclaim, "He is most certainly of the Serenwilde!"
You reach out and touch a frost-touched white rose.

His voice like a gentle snowfall, Calythan, the Morning Frost says, "I am happy to be part of the northern forest. It is so full of lovely trees, and plus, there is a lot of plant crystals."
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.
Unicron's eyes sparkle with amusement.
Calythan, the Morning Frost smiles happily up at Maylea and Isune from his place on the ground.
You begin to wield a sugar crystal in your right hand.
You quickly toss a sugar crystal to Calythan, who catches it nimbly.
Maylea, Bloom of Serenity says to Calythan, "Little spark, will you tell me what you think of this flower beneath the willow here?"
You begin to wield a white blossom shield in your right hand.
You perk your ears up as an errant topic catches your interest.
Unicron tilts his head and listens intently.
Isune, the Aesthete smiles impishly and says, "Should you wish for the chill beauty of the spires and clouds, dear one, I would be happy o bestow them upon you."
The leaves upon the willow rustle and whisper together as a bird of paradise flower blooms.
You blink.
You say, "Oh dear. Let me see..."
Calythan, the Morning Frost turns his sprite-like eyes upon the flower beneath the willow, his eyes narrowed and his focus staunch.
You have emoted: Gabriella Talnara, Blossoming Hope shakes her head, and returns her attention to the much-beloved flower growing beneath it, crouching down near Calythan.
After a moment's pause, Calythan, the Morning Frost says, "I think it is very, very lovely, Mayflower, but it's...there is something a lot like..."
Calythan ponders the situation.
You tilt your head and listen intently.
Maylea tilts Her head and listens intently.
You stroke a peculiarly ordinary flower tenderly.

Isune purses Her lips pensively, gazing off into the distance as She carefully gathers Her thoughts.
Calythan, the Morning Frost inches closer to it on his hands and knees, his eyes trained upon the blossom's petals.
With silver eyes that now glow with a soft, cool light, Calythan, the Morning Frost says, "It is a very beautiful flower, Lady Mayflower. It has beautiful blossoms and...if I can see it clearly...it has its own dance?"
Pleased, Maylea, Bloom of Serenity says, "Your eyes see more than most."
Very softly, you say, "A flower unlike any other."
Deep in thought, you lean your cheek on your hand.
A rush of emotion in his voice, Calythan, the Morning Frost says, "I cannot ever remember the last time I've seen so many beautiful things in one little blossom."
Isune's eyes twinkle enchantingly.
Maylea, Bloom of Serenity says to Calythan, "Would you like to see it closer?"
A silver tear falls down Calythan's face as he gazes adoringly at the flower, his sprite-like eyes no longer glowing.
You perk your ears up as an errant topic catches your interest.
Calythan, the Morning Frost nods his head at Maylea earnestly.
You have emoted: Gabriella glances almost eagerly up at her Lady, apparently anticipating what is to come, well-familiar by now with the process.
You have emoted: Gabriella Talnara, Blossoming Hope scoots to the side, so that there is room for Maylea to rest beside the flower.
Maylea, Bloom of Serenity says, "In the time long, long before, it was I who painted these flowers... but never did I do so until I understood them."
Wistfully, Maylea, Bloom of Serenity says, "I almost understand. I almost have the colours, but I have forgotten the names of some, so long has it been."
Maylea, Bloom of Serenity says to Isune, "Will you help Me?"
Isune, the Aesthete trails Her wings to and fro, lost in thought as the colours dance in languid motion.

Isune, the Aesthete smiles and says to Maylea, "Ask, friend, and what You desire is Yours."
Maylea, Bloom of Serenity says, "At least name the colours, so that I can paint her. She has been waiting oh so long..."
Maylea, Bloom of Serenity looks pensively at the little flower, and sighs, kneeling at its side.
Isune, the Aesthete shuts Her eyes, exhaling quietly. Her hands rise up towards the sky, fingertips parting as if to reach for the very rays of the sun overhead.
Maylea, Bloom of Serenity hovers Her fingers over the flower and hesitates, then takes a deep breath as though steeling Herself.
The winged Goddess languidly draws a hand across the air, streaking a multitude of colours across the aether with the movement, blurring them into something wondrous and breathtaking in their array.
You have emoted: Gabriella inhales deeply, hands clasped before her as her eyes widen in wonder.
Lost in thought, Isune, the Aesthete says something unintelligible in an unfathomable eldritch tongue.
With a practiced gesture, a characteristic flick of Her fingers, the Bloom of Serenity plies the flower open before Her. Its flesh parts and the shard lies revealed in all its glory. Each facet gleams and glitters and refracts Isune's colours across itself in a play of hues more numerous than all named by mortal tongues.
Another tear escapes from Calythan's closed eyes. Slowly, his form diffuses into the air, becoming a reminder of the Autumn frosts once more. A winter breeze lingers near the two goddesses, nipping delicately at the willow's leaves.
You have emoted: Gabriella watches the flower with rapt attention, and the movements of the two Goddesses, fingers lifting up to her lips now.
Maylea, Bloom of Serenity sets the little shard revolving slowly under Her hand, and with a sigh, murmurs, "The tone beyond this red, the one next to the aquamarine... do you see it?"
The colours dance in Isune's eyes, a kaleidoscope of beauty that ripples at Her touch. She nods, gazing upon the shade with a gentle smile.
Eyes shining, Isune, the Aesthete says something unintelligible in an unfathomable eldritch tongue.
Deputy Superintendent Unicron n'Lochli stares with rapt attention to the flower, his eyes wide as he is lost to the colours.
Her eyes burning with excitement, Maylea, Bloom of Serenity says something unintelligible in an unfathomable eldritch tongue.
Her voice evocative of eons long past, Isune, the Aesthete says something unintelligible in an unfathomable eldritch tongue.
Filled with longing, you heave a deep, wistful sigh.
Maylea, Bloom of Serenity purses Her lips, and the shard's slow spin stops, as yet another hue appears without name.
Isune, the Aesthete exhales, her voice evocative of eons long past as Her voice drifts on the wind.
Isune, the Aesthete says something unintelligible in an unfathomable eldritch tongue.
Maylea, Bloom of Serenity smiles a dazzling smile, the gold of Her eyes burning with excitement.
You have emoted: Gabriella's fingers flex, as if itching to take up her own canvas. "Such colours," she breathes, watching with bright, longing expression. "I could never capture..."
Isune playfully twirls one of the hues about Her finger, kissing the spark softly before setting it free into the sky as a streamer of morning light.
Isune, the Aesthete says something unintelligible in an unfathomable eldritch tongue.
Isune, the Aesthete watches Maylea quietly, as if gauging Her reaction to each long lost name.
With great joy, Maylea, Bloom of Serenity says, "I understand, Isune."
Isune, the Aesthete softens, nodding in quiet understanding.
Maylea, Bloom of Serenity tenderly allows the grey flesh of the flower to draw closed around the little shard.
Maylea, Bloom of Serenity instead lays Her hands upon the ground, Her splayed fingers forming a diamond with the stem of the flower in its centre.
You quiver like a tightly strung wire.
Maylea, Bloom of Serenity takes a deep, quiet breath, perfectly serene, and closes Her eyes.




A hum fills the air, and the flower shivers, fed by the power of the Bloom of Serenity, and begins to change. Green flowers from the ground and up the stem, and paints the leaves its vibrant hue as they elongate and thin, growing elegant. Where the colour touches the petals, however, it changes and splits into hues too many to name. The petals arch regally and extend, curling into the final delicate shape, but the colour itself does not settle, as though the flower cannot decide which colour to be. Instead, as the Goddess withdraws, the change continues, destined to dance on for all time, caught in the ecstasy of being.
Isune, the Aesthete basks in the dancing light, a broad smile spreading unfettered across Her lips.
You have emoted: Gabriella puts her hands over her mouth, staring in wonder at the flower. "Ahh, little one," she whispers.
Maylea, Bloom of Serenity clasps Her hands against Her chest, holding Her breath as She looks upon the flower.