That's Some Cute Shit

<-- me logs in and leaves my bedroom

A cozy living room above the kitchen.                  (#HAH_5)
A comforting feeling of privacy pervades the area. Eleven steps, all different dimensions and carved from dark ravenwood lead to a comfortable little living area. Dark floors contrast the gentle green shade painted on the walls, and bright, flickering wall sconces. A curved ceiling looks as if it has been scooped directly out of a tree, and thick support joists criss-cross the expanse. Delicate muslin curtains cover either window and barely touch the floor. On both window sills sit half a dozen tiny planters with newly sprouting flowers and herbs inside. Three plain oak doors typically stand closed, but whiffs of lavender and petrichor can be detected when they open, briefly displacing the delicious smells of the kitchen below. The diminutive size, low lighting, and soothing colors of this room invoke a sense of ease and respite. An elegant wall sconce featuring numerous large poppies juts from the wall, holding a flickering candle. There are 2 soft couches decorated with needlepoint poppies here. A tapestry depicting the creation of the lyrebird is proudly hanging here. A lush beige carpet is spread out on the ground. There are 2 elegantly carved ravenwood armchairs here. A small dark brown tea table stands here. A painting of A Future Endeavor is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A gilded pedestal, displaying a painting of No Longer Alone, stands here, its gold leaf cracked and weathered. A gilded pedestal, displaying a painting of Of All The Rainbow, stands here, its gold leaf cracked and weathered. Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters lingers nearby, the air about him singing with the rush of the ocean. He wields a dazzling white staff crowned by a platinum pearl in his left hand.
You see exits leading east (open door), southeast (closed door), southwest (open door), northwest (open door), and down (open door).

You blink.

Tridemon strikes a pose.

You gaze softens as you smile.

You think to yourself: * swirling pastel colors, quickly flooded with pink *.

Rubbing their eyes, you say, "Tridemoooon~."

You have emoted: Gurashi dazedly wanders over, then dramatically plunks their head against Tridemon's arm before standing up straight.

Tridemon reaches over and ruffles your hair with a fond expression.

Your shoulders bunch as you let out a short giggle.

You think to yourself: * p i n k *.

With some effort as they throw up their arms, you say to Tridemon, "I have missed you! Hello! You are O-K?"

Cheerful, you say to Tridemon, "You are here!"

You beam broadly.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Yes, I am okay. ... You look tired."

Swaying on their feet, you say, "Ahhh - yeah! I am."

You have emoted: Gurashi drags their hands down their face, then mushes their cheeks, closing their eyes. "I have had... a headache."

You huff, puffing your cheeks.

Tridemon ponders you thoughtfully, looking you up and down.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Maybe your head needs ice."

A warm, gentle wind brings forth the scents and sounds of fresh moving water.

Lowering their hands from their cheeks, you ask, "Ice ...?"

You tilt your head and listen intently to Tridemon.

Tridemon reaches up to put a hand on your forehead... and his hand is quite a bit chillier than normal.

Hopefully, you say to Tridemon, "You have some... oh..."

You have emoted: Gurashi lets out an involuntary noise as Tridemon's hand touches their head, seeming to melt slightly in their spot. They shut their eyes, sighing and sagging.

Bright and clear, you whisper, "Oh - that."

You think to yourself: * p i n k and swirling deep familiar shades of blue and violet *.

You gaze softens as you smile.

You have emoted: Gurashi opens their eyes again, smiling warmly up at Tridemon. "This is what needed when headaches were at worst like, dozen or so days ago!" They giggle, leaning their head into Tridemon's hand.

Tridemon nods his head sagely.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says to you, "This will be easier on the couch."

You begin to follow Tridemon.

Tridemon sits himself down on a soft couch decorated with needlepoint poppies and makes himself comfortable.

The evening air is still and quiet, and your surroundings glitter with dappled, luminous starlight.
It is now the 20th of Roarkian, 569 years after the Coming of Estarra.
There are 14 days until the New Moon

You have emoted: Gurashi reaches up, gently laying their hand atop Tridemon's, staring up at the lucidian. "Am following you," They murmur, sinking down beside Tridemon, the eye closest to Tridemon's hand shutting.

Tridemon pulls you in closer as he sits on the couch, stroking at your hair as he keeps the unusually cold hand in contact with your head.

You lean against Tridemon, eyes half-closing.

You think to yourself: * p i n k *.

You have emoted: Gurashi glances up at Tridemon, then back down, letting both eyes close, leaning more heavily into Tridemon. "What have you been up to?" They ask quietly over the din of outside insects.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Mm. Bit of hunting. Offering. Fountain had blood in it last month."

You blink.

You have emoted: Gurashi shifts, nodding slightly before pressing their head more firmly against Tridemon's still-frigid-hand. "Oh," They let out a tiny gasp of excitement, "I have not gotten a fountain update in minutes." They grin, eyes still closed.

Finally cracking open an eye, you ask Tridemon, "But you are O-K...?"

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Mmhmm."

Tridemon seems to be pretty tired, though, hand moving across your hair as if he were petting a cat.

You have emoted: Gurashi opens their other eye, canting their head as they gaze up at Tridemon. "Are you going to sleep?" They whisper. "Is O-K if you are. I will stay here with you."

You think to yourself: * m a g e n t a and gold *.

You have emoted: Gurashi's head unconsciously leans in the direction of Tridemon's hand as it moves, almost following it, bobbing side to side.

You lean against Tridemon, eyes half-closing.

Ocean waves echoing softly behind his voice, Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Think I'm going to.... yeh. Sleep sounds like a plan..."

You have emoted: Gurashi watches Tridemon, then smiles faintly, sitting up. "...you can. You have a whole room is just for you - do not have to entertain me, none. I am just sitting quietly, anyway." They twiddle their thumbs, watching.

You think to yourself: * p i n k *.

You gaze softens as you smile at Tridemon.

You think to yourself: * w a r m *.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks up at Tridemon again, then snuggles up closer to Tridemon's side, sighing to themselves.