You raise your hand in greeting to Aschwar and say "Hi!"

You take a ceremonial Undervault themed tea set from a coin pouch of crystal blue silk.

Aschwar looks up and smiles brightly at you, raising a paw and saying, "Hello!"

Glowing in tune with her words, you say to Aschwar, "I made Gurashi a teaset, see. I'm hoping he will like it. And maybe broach the topic of him joining the order."

You have emoted: Shulamit looks around, confused. "Maybe that's presumptuous to ask. So gifts!"

You have recovered balance on all limbs.

Aschwar's eyes open wide and they press their paws up towards their mouth, "Really? Friend Gurashi, a Beloved?"

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "I have treats though, maybe we should eat in your dining room?"

You peer at a motley wicker basket, eyes narrowed as you glow a suspicious shade of slate grey.

Aschwar nods his head enthusiastically.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "Yes yes!"

The world seems a little less pleasant as an enormous tae'dae with black and gold fur departs to the down.

You peer at a lethargic, spindle-spined moth caterpillar, eyes narrowed as you glow a suspicious shade of slate grey.
A lethargic, spindle-spined moth caterpillar shivers as you approach, its mandibles clicking eagerly.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say to a lethargic, spindle-spined moth caterpillar, "I do not have food for you!"

The melodious voice of Gurashi resonates in your mind, "O-K! Have found the realm! Sorry for the delay!"

Thoughtfully, you say, "Well, they feed on emotions, so I guess I always have food for them."

You nod your head emphatically.

Tilting their head to the side, Aschwar says, "Oh, you...should not be here."

You tell Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo, "We are in theyr dining room."

Frowning at a dreameater caterpillar, you say, "They go where they want. It's rude of them."

You nod your head gravely in acknowledgement of the point.

Aschwar reaches out and touches a lethargic, spindle-spined moth caterpillar with a single, long claw, the creature dissolving into golden sand as it vanishes elsewhere.

You think to yourself: Although maybe not, the Shifting City is their homes, afterall.

You glow an astonished shade of mauve, eyes boggling out.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "Very fancy trick."

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "I just puff up their egos so much they explode."

Bewitching melodies drift languidly upon the air, heralding the entrance of Gurashi as he glides in from the south.
Bizirik stalks in from the south, wings spread as it clicks and thrums softly.

You nod your head gravely in acknowledgement of the point.

Gurashi's hands fly to his mouth as he gives a short gasp of elation.

You raise your hand in greeting to Gurashi and say "Hi!"

You raise your hand in greeting to Bizirik, the leothin and say "Hi!"
Bizirik, the leothin stares blankly at you. After a moment its tail lifts once then thumps back against the ground with potential delight.

Throwing up his arms, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo exclaims, "Have made it!"

Aschwar laughs lightly, the sound rumbling like a freshly birthed storm.

Arms raised, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "Friend Shulamit! Friend Aschwar! Beloved!"

Bizirik, the leothin chirps happily at you.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say to Gurashi, "Hi hi best Gurashi!"

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "I brought food to start things off with, yes yes!"

<food spam>

Gurashi jogs up to you excitedly, rocking from his heels to the balls of his boots. "Ah, have ... also... brought food!" He laughs, clapping a hand against his face. "Lots of food!"

Gurashi beams broadly at Aschwar.

Aschwar turns and looks towards the table, moving and pulling out the two chairs flanking the largest at the head, where they then move and take a seat. "Hello! It is very nice to see you both."

You have emoted: Shulamit carefully places the various foods on the table.
<dropping food spam>

You nod your head sagely.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "The rock candy cup cakes are me cakes!"

Aschwar tilts their head curiously, and quietly asks you, "When will friend Gurashi get here?"

Glowing a thoughtful shade of light blue, you say, "People kept calling me a sugar crystal and licking me, which was uncomfortable, so I made them a rock candy cup cake."

Bizirik's head begins to droop. It opens its great maw and curls back its lips to allow its forked tongue to unfurl as it yawns before snapping its mouth shut.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say to Aschwar, "Gurashi is...right there!"

You point accusingly at Gurashi.

Gurashi looks a little perplexed, watching Aschwar move about, his head canted to the side. Quickly his attention is drawn back to you, smiling. "Ah! You cakes! OH I should have brought the tarts that made you..."

Gurashi blinks.

Gurashi blinks.

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "... oh!"

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "Is Gurashi invisible?"

You peer around yourself unscrupulously, glowing a suspicious shade of slate grey.

Gurashi claps a hand audibly on his face, a horrified expression crossing his features. "...Oh!"

With a happy smile, Aschwar exclaims, "I see Bizi, but I do...no, that is not friend Gurashi! Friend Gurashi is very tall, and has tough parts!"

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo exclaims to Aschwar, "...ahhhhhhh!!!"

Glowing in tune with her words, you say to Aschwar, "Oh? Oh! He's in a human body currently. Very squishy."

As the sun's rays begin to break over the horizon, a slender leothin's amaranthine visage begins to fade back to a soft gray, wings dissolving like mist with the morning light.

You poke Gurashi in the belly.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "Very squishy."

Gurashi covers his face with both hands, then drops them, looking up at Aschwar, wide eyed and laughing. "Friend... Friend Aschwar is me! Is me! Gurashi! Promise! Is magic! Just pretend. A disguise!"

Thoughtfully, you say, "Some people change their bodies often. I've only changed twice."

Embarrassed, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "I-I couldn't sit on the swings, so..."

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "I don't think Gurashi is a changeling though. Just illuuuuusions."

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo whispers, "Now, have a real people butt."

Gurashi nods his head sagely at you.

You pat Gurashi in a friendly manner.

Gurashi beams broadly at you.

Aschwar's eyes close slightly in confusion, and then widen in wonder as they stand back up from the table and move quickly towards Gurashi, crossing the distance in much shorter time than could be expected. "...people can DO that?!" They lean down and stare intensely at his eyes, and then they beam in delight before scooping him into their arms, lifting him into a tight hug that nearly buries him in their fur, "It is you! You are so small now!"

Glowing in tune with her words, you say to Aschwar, "Beloved Ixchilgal and Beloved Alary change their forms very often, as they are changelings. Some people try and mimic that with...fancy illusions."

Bizirik's head begins to droop. It opens its great maw and curls back its lips to allow its forked tongue to unfurl as it yawns before snapping its mouth shut.

Shadows swirl around Gurashi's arm as the Fingerblade of dha'Wyrden-cree shifts and turns around his hand.

Joy suddenly washes over you in waves, your entire body glowing a cheerful shade of citrine yellow.

With a flourish of his arm, Ixchilgal bows deeply.

Glowing an astonished shade of mauve, you boggle at Ixchilgal.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "Speak of the devil, and he appears!"

Glowing in tune with her words, you say to Ixchilgal, "Now see, I have to get out food for you!"

Gurashi stares back with equal ferocity at Aschwar as they are scrutinized... then lets out an audible squeal as he is scooped up, lost in all the fur of the embrace. "Yes!" He calls out, laughing and returning the embrace. "Is me!"

You have emoted: Shulamit grouse around mildly, but only pretending.

Lord of the Powerblock, Ixchilgal Mes'ard, Mr. Grumpy Face says, "That is alright, Shulamit."

You open a motley wicker basket.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say to Ixchilgal, "No it's not, I must feed you as well."

After a few moments of the embrace, Aschwar carefully lets Gurashi back down to the floor, smiling broadly and looking towards Ixchilgal, "Oh, there are lots of friends coming to visit!"

You take a decadent strawberry tart from a motley wicker basket.

You take a platter of glistening brown sugar glazed bacon from a motley wicker basket.

Bursting with excitement, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo exclaims to Aschwar, "Am pocket-sized to you like this! Wowee!"

<food for Ixi spam>

Aschwar laughs as they look down at Gurashi, nodding and exclaiming in similar excitement, "It would take two of you to touch the top of my head!"

You have emoted: Shulamit carefully places Ixchilgal's food items on the table next to the others.

Ixchilgal bows respectfully to Aschwar.

Lord of the Powerblock, Ixchilgal Mes'ard, Mr. Grumpy Face says, "We are grateful you would still call us such, Beloved Liar."

You think to yourself: It's very good I made at least a few extras.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "All the friends!"

Gurashi shimmies in his spot excitedly, reaching out to take Aschwar's paw. "I brought food! Like Friend Shulamit, and uhm, Mister I... I do not know how to say your name so easily. Ixchiligallal? Am sorry. Like him too."

Thoughtfully, Aschwar says, "Well, if you were not my friend, and you came here thinking that I was mad at you, then you would have to be very not smart. And I know better than that."

Whispering, you say to Gurashi, "I just usually call him Ixi, it's easier."

Lord of the Powerblock, Ixchilgal Mes'ard, Mr. Grumpy Face says, "Our smartness varies from day to day."

Aschwar nods their head sagely, turning and gesturing to the table, "We should sit! I have seen this in many picture books, of people having nice food at a big table."

You nod your head emphatically.

With an excitable gasp, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "Oh! Yeah yeah! Oh - er."

You have emoted: Shulamit inches over to one of the chairs and sits down.

Gurashi looks about at the chairs, tapping his fingers together. "Where would like me to sit?"

Gurashi tilts his head curiously at Aschwar.

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says to Aschwar, "It is your house - you pick!"

You think to yourself: Oh, was sitting too soon rude?

You have emoted: Shulamit shuffles in her seat, looking around the room.

Aschwar pulls out a third chair for Ixchilgal, to the left of Shulamit's, and then seems to have a thought before ambling about to the other side of the table to pull out the seat second away from the head of the table, simply saying, "For Bizi to sit, too!" With that done, they turn and move to the largest seat once more, sitting comfortably and beaming about.

Gurashi's hands fly to his mouth as he gives a short gasp of elation.

Bizirik's head begins to droop. It opens its great maw and curls back its lips to allow its forked tongue to unfurl as it yawns before snapping its mouth shut.

You have emoted: Shulamit reaches over to pet Bizirik on the head before he's seated, glowing a soft pink colour.

You hum a happy tune.

Bizirik, the leothin lets out a soft series of grumbles and snorts, licking its lips and approaching one of the chairs, sniffing it. It looks at Gurashi, a smug little grin gracing its features as it climbs up, and sits, looking quite out of place.

Sinking to sit in the seat between the head of the table and his seated leothin, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says to Bizirik, the leothin, "... beautiful!"

Gurashi beams broadly.

You think to yourself: He looks amazing sitting there, Bizirik does. Little silly claws.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say to Ixchilgal, "Sit, sit!"

You peer at Ixchilgal, eyes narrowed as you glow a suspicious shade of slate grey.

You think to yourself: Has he gone mindless?

Gurashi glances about the table at the many foodstuffs littering its surface, canting his head excitedly.

Ixchilgal steps down off of Xytheros, the Mechanical Wyrm.

You have emoted: Shulamit looks at Ixchilgal confused for a moment before turning towards Gurashi very seriously. "I was...oh! Good. He is safe."

You have recovered balance on all limbs.

Ixchilgal navigates himself to the offered chair and sits down, keeping carefully silent for the moment as he watches things unfold.

Glowing cheerfully ivory, you say to Gurashi, "I have...two things!"

With a warm laugh, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "Who, Mister Ixchilgal? Yeah! And we would guard him if wasn't yeah yeah."

Gurashi turns forward to face you, eyes widening. "Two things?"

Glowing in tune with her words, you say to Gurashi, "One is a gift, and one is a topic of discussion."

You nod solemnly.

Gurashi leans forward so his elbows rest on the table, chin in his hands. "Oh gosh."

Glowing brightly, you say to Gurashi, "Which would you like to start with?"

"Gifts first!" Aschwar proclaims, laying their paws out on the table before them. "That way, we have lots of nice feelings to go into the talk with!"

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says to you, "Uhm. Topics of discussion without saying what the topic is is how peoples cleverly say 'this is a big talk'"

Gurashi winks conspiratorially at you.

Bizirik's head begins to droop. It opens its great maw and curls back its lips to allow its forked tongue to unfurl as it yawns before snapping its mouth shut.

You have emoted: Shulamit rummages in her pouch, pulling something out and nodding to Aschwar.

Gurashi looks up to Aschwar, perking up. "Yeah! Gifts!"

Glowing in tune with her words, you say to Gurashi, "Or maybe I am very bad at talks."

You nod solemnly.

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo exclaims to you, "But have to slow down Friend Shulamit! You design so many gifts for me, I have only gotten you one!"

"Tada!" you say to a ceremonial Undervault themed tea set with a proud expression on your face.

Gurashi huffs. "Cannot keep up with all the kindnesses!"

Gurashi blinks.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say to Gurashi, "A teaset! Designed of you! Although...it's a bit oddly shaped in areas. It was hard shaping to fit a tea pot."

You give a ceremonial Undervault themed tea set to Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo.

Aschwar's eyes widen as they watch the tea set pass hands, gasping in delight at the design.

You have emoted: Shulamit hums a soft tune as she hands over the tea set, careful to keep the tea cups level and even on the platter.

You have recovered balance on all limbs.

Gurashi takes the tea sea, his expression changing from delighted to awed. He carefully sets it down on the table in front of him, marveling over the pieces. "Oh... what."

Nodding solemnly, you say, "I thought about wrapping it up, but I should design a fancy present origami for that, maybe."

You nod your head sagely.

Gurashi leans forward, taking one of the cups to examine its design, then looks to the tray - the tea pot. His chin quivers and he looks a little lost, hands raised, unsure which to look at next. "Friend Shulamit, it is -breathtaking-."

Glowing in tune with her words, you say to Gurashi, "I thought a lovely tea set would be nice. Parties, and friends, and shinies."

Gurashi blinks.

Gurashi suddenly loses focus in his eyes and shudders, then looks curiously refreshed.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "All the little Bizirik tea cups were fun to carve."

You nod your head sagely.

Gurashi looks like he might cry, covering his mouth with his hand as he looks across the table to you again. "I am finding trouble with words...!"

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "The feelings am having are too big for words...!"

Aschwar leans forward, staring closely at the tea set before they ask, "Is...that Bizi? And you?" They laugh in delight, eyes shining and reflecting small images of the cups, "It looks so nice, Missus Friend Shulamit!"

Glowing in tune with her words, you say to Aschwar, "It is Bizi!"

Gurashi quickly takes one of the cups, turning to Aschwar and standing to hold it up close to the tae'dae's face so they may observe without handling. "Yeah! Look how beautiful!"

Looking a bit concerned, you say to Gurashi, "Are you okies? Is it...too much gift?"

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo exclaims to you, "Your brain must be a beautiful place, Friend Shulamit! You always have such good ideas!"

You think to yourself: Sometimes a gift is too much gift, but not often.

Lifting an arm to wipe his eyes on his sleeve, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "No! No it is such a good gift!"

Glowing in tune with her words, you say to Gurashi, "I've seen your designs, you have shiny strong mind as well!"

Glowing in tune with her words, you say to Ixchilgal, "And you have a labyrinthine mind that makes amazing maggot art."

You nod solemnly.

A wry smile spreads across Ixchilgal's face.

Lord of the Powerblock, Ixchilgal Mes'ard, Mr. Grumpy Face says, "Well, the subject was relevant at the time."

Glowing in tune with her words, you say to Aschwar, "And you've made many flowers and many people happy. And an amazing memory! I should work on my memory."

Aschwar laughs and leans backwards, "You are all very good at making things!"

Gurashi lowers the cup, then shuffles away from his spot, moving behind where Aschwar is seated and around the table to you. He does this, so that he may pull the lucidian into a tight embrace, squeezing her tight.

Voice muffled, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says to you, "You are very good. Many thank yous."

You have emoted: Shulamit taps the side of her head, an almost hollow crystal sound ringing around the room as she winces.

You have recovered balance on all limbs.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say to Gurashi, "I'm glad you like it!"

Joy suddenly washes over you in waves, your entire body glowing a cheerful shade of citrine yellow.

Gurashi pulls back and nods, before very slowly shuffling back to his designated seat. He tucks one leg under himself as he sits again, still examining the set.

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo whispers, "Have the perfect tea for it...."

Looking very serious, you say to Gurashi, "I wanted to discuss the possibility of you joining the Beloved. You are already beloved, but I think you'd be a very good fit among the Beloved as well."

You have emoted: Shulamit looks confused, trying very hard to enunciate the words enough to make sense.

Gurashi blinks.

Gurashi blinks a few more times.

Ixchilgal slowly relaxes, settling himself into his chair a bit more comfortably. Less tense, he takes a moment to study the various gifts more closely, though still opting to silently refrain from interrupting the conversation.

Aschwar rubs the back of their head and says, "Oh, the flowers are jus--" They hear your words and their voice dies off, looking towards Gurashi and watching for his response.

Looking around, you say, "I may be acting too serious, as it is a happy question."

You nod your head sagely.

You think to yourself: Sometimes I do that accidentally.

You think to yourself: Work myself up thinking over things too much.

You have emoted: Shulamit watches Gurashi thoughtfully, glowing a soft shade of amber mixed with indigo.

You have recovered balance on all limbs.

Gurashi continues to blink, sitting up a little straighter in his chair. He cants his head, confused, looking at you, then at Aschwar, then back to you ... over to Ixchilgal ..... to Bizirik, the leothin, who is stealing one of the cinnamon cupcakes, slowly, unnoticed.

You have emoted: Shulamit continues to watch Gurashi, oblivious to the theft of pastries occuring.

You have recovered balance on all limbs.

Shaking his head, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "Wait wait. Wait."

You have emoted: Shulamit waits.

A little confused, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo asks, "Want me to be Beloved, but, but, you said am already Beloved?"

You think to yourself: Didn't enunciate enough.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "You are a beloved friend. But those of the order are Beloved."

Slowly, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "O-K ..."

You have emoted: Shulamit adds extra pomp to the last word, making sure it sounds big and important.

You have recovered balance on all limbs.

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "..... ah - er, ah!"

Gurashi suddenly gasps, clutching the cup he'd been holding to his heart, delicately. "Wait - are you asking if want to follow the -Shofets-?"

You nod your head sagely.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "Oh! Yes! That is an easier way of saying it! You're very smart!"

You have emoted: Shulamit nods at Gurashi enthusiastically.

Aschwar smiles sheepishly and says, "...well...you are...Beloved, yes, but...to me. I think Missus Friend Shulamit would like you to...become a full Beloved, yes." They do not offer any indication in their voice, posture, or eyes as to how they feel on the subject, simply repeating the information and watching.

You nod your head sagely at Aschwar.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "It's a big question! But unasked it will never get asked."

You nod your head sagely.

(Veiled): Aschwar says, "I hope he says yes! But...I cannot say that I hope he says yes. Then he might choose...for me. It's gotta be his choice, I think."

(Veiled): Alary (from the Aetherways) says, "Hm?"

(Veiled): Tsakali (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "I bearly heard anything."

(Veiled): You say, "Choosing for friends is not a bad choice! He'd have many. But I think I understand what you mean."

Gurashi opens his mouth, then shuts it again, clearly taken aback. "...f-forgive my silence," He manages to eek out, "Is ... have - uh."

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "...is a big question, indeed..."

Reaching an arm across the table and patting your hand, you say to Gurashi, "It is a big question, and if the answer is no, know you will always be beloved."

Looking confused at herself, you say, "We will always care for you?"

You nod your head sagely.

Gently, Aschwar reaches out and rests a paw near to Gurashi, the pads of their palm up to allow for him to take it. "You do not have to say anything right away, Friend Gurashi. You can think, for as long as you like."

You have emoted: Shulamit nods at Aschwar, agreeing with them.

You have recovered balance on all limbs.

You think to yourself: I wanted to broach the topic, yes yes. So at least the nascent idea is there, instead of just...not! Gurashi wouldn't know unless we asked, right?

Gurashi looks down at his hand, then back up at you, then slowly up to Aschwar. He eventually lays his free hand in the tae'dae's paw, pursing his lips.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say to Gurashi, "Time is here! More so than ever, what with the seal now?"

You have emoted: Shulamit looks confused, counting on her fingers as she silently mouths the different Seals.

After a thoughtful silence, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "... ... mm - have always imagined that... worshipping the Divine is kind of like..."

You have emoted: Shulamit hums a soft tune under her breath, glowing soothing shades of indigo and ivory.

You have recovered balance on all limbs.

You tilt your head and listen intently to Gurashi.

Gurashi stares at his hand, his voice quiet as he chooses his words carefully. ".... worshipping the Divine must be, like ... having a friend. Uhm." He curls his fingers into a fist. "Except maybe that friend is like, better than you in everything. Haha."

Glowing softly and allowing Gurashi time to think, you say to Ixchilgal, "Do you still have your you tapestry? Oh! Hm."

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "...but, you do not resent Them for it. You want Them to be happy and succeed because that is what friends do."

Gurashi glances askance at you.

Acknowledging Gurashi's point to be true, you nod your head gravely at him.

Quickly quieting, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says to you, "Sorry."

Glowing in tune with her words, you say to Gurashi, "Oh no no! I was just yattering to Ixi, as he was quiet."

You nod your head sagely.

"But They still do like us. And need us." Aschwar says quietly, smiling softly. "Sometimes, there are things we can do, that They cannot."

You think to yourself: He's usually not quiet. He's a very loud man.

Ixchilgal coughs softly.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "We make Them stronger by being there for Them."

Lord of the Powerblock, Ixchilgal Mes'ard, Mr. Grumpy Face says, "Sorry, our us tapestry is hanging up."

You nod your head sagely at Ixchilgal.

As nightfall steals the last vestiges of daylight, a slender leothin's muted coat begins to shine with a violaceous radiance, and a double pair of wings materializes, grandly extended as if they've been there all along.

You think to yourself: Bizirik's transformations are very pretty.

Usurping Xenthos, Aknarin struggles to claim the Gleaming Coronet of Effulgent Glory.

Looking first at Shulamit, then back up to Aschwar, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "Feel like everybody around me has some sort of connection to the Divines. Somebody that calls them, yeah?"

Glowing in tune with her words, you say to Gurashi, "Many do, but some never find One that they feel connected to. And that is okay!"

You think to yourself: And some do not like the divine at all, which I guess is their prerogative, but that's not me. I love the Shofet in all Their forms.

Looking back down, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "Hrm. All the Divines are all so big, though. And scary. And the way peoples talk about Them make Them sound so... unapproachable. And peoples say They can't like, comprehend the way we live our lives? And that makes me a little -sad-."

Almost conspiratorially, you say to Gurashi, "I like being in an order, for it is warm, and comforting, and a common goal, or...something."

You nod your head sagely.

"Do you believe that?" Aschwar asks, not with any hint of accusation, but genuine curiosity.

You ponder the situation.

Gurashi shrugs a little. ".... I only know how -I- would feel."

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "I think I would not like to be held so high on a pedestal like that."

You think to yourself: I pray to the Shofet all the time, and They haven't smote me for it, ergo, They are very approachable.

Staring off into space, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "But a lot of Them really seem that way...."

You have emoted: Shulamit nods to herself as she thinks of something.

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "... just .... I would like very much if could follow a Divine that would be, uh, my friend!"

Glowing in tune with her words, you say to Gurashi, "Maybe it is an air some exude! Some are very hurt, I think."

Aschwar listens, nodding their head slowly in understanding. "Like who? I only really know my Shofets, not...any other Shofets."

Your karma falls to keep up the karmic blessing of harmony.

Gurashi nods, sniffling a bit, drumming a finger against Aschwar's paw pad. "Mm. Like Mister Lord Silence? From the Glomdoring." He glances down. "We have had many run-ins. I do not think He likes me so much." He huffs. "He ... makes my heart race, and says big, scary things... I do not think it is His fault. He is shadows, and things."

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "He seems like He could -really- use a friend."

Gurashi sighs miserably. "But am not that friend."

You have emoted: Shulamit glows a soothing shade of cream, patting Gurashi across the table.

You have recovered balance on all limbs.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "Lord Nocht's...domain? Can be scary. But without light and sound, there'd be no shadows and silence, right?"

You think to yourself: Maybe.

Aschwar nods their head slowly. Then, carefully, they ask, "...and what do you think...of my Shofet? Even if it is scary, or mean, I will not be mad to hear."

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "And, I LOVE the Lady of Roses! Soooo much! She is so beautiful! And She MADE the Glomdoring! How wonderful is -that-? But..." He rests a hand on his cheek, glancing down. "She is maybe -too- much for me. So server Her best that can but worry maybe wouldn't ever be enough..."

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo asks, "Oh ... the Shofets?"

A shifting, living poppy of ruby petals displays a myriad of brilliant colours before settling on a shade of deep indigo in the blink of an eye.

Aschwar nods their head and says, "But can talk about your Rose Shofet first, if you want! I did not know you had so many!"

Gurashi shakes his head.

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "Is O-K ..."

You think to yourself: Indigo poppy, very good for this time. But all poppies are good.

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says to you, "And ... His realm is a little scary, yeah. Is also beautiful. But, is quiet..."

Tilting their head to the side, Aschwar says, "Or...maybe I remember now...but it was a very long time ago, and I did not meet Them much..."

You have emoted: Shulamit nods at Gurashi, humming a bit.

You have recovered balance on all limbs.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say to Gurashi, "I enjoy the city, even when it...falls. It always comes back."

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says to Aschwar, "The Glomdoring has four Divine, actually... only two come around, these days. But, yes. The Lady of Roses made the Glomdoring, and so She made my home and so feel very devoted to Her...."

Showing that he understands, Gurashi nods his head slowly.

You have emoted: Shulamit hums happily.

You have recovered balance on all limbs.

Gurashi tilts his head curiously at you.

<weave change>

Looking down, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "There's also the Lord Predator and Mister Manteekan. Lots of peoples like them..."

You have emoted: Shulamit waves an arm at the wall, indicating the Shifting City outside.

Gurashi glances up at the weave change, wrinkling his nose as he sniffs, returning his gaze to Aschwar.

Aschwar's odd-coloured gaze remains gently on Gurashi, blinking every so often as they smile with encouragement.

You have emoted: Shulamit listens intently to Gurashi, but looks around the room, eyes soft.

Gurashi returns the gaze, pausing to collect his words. "....as for YOUR Shofets? The Shofets now?" He pauses ....

Gently, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says to Aschwar, "Saw in your story, about how... much They have suffered. In Their journeys, across places and times and things."

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "Big stuffs."

You think to yourself: The Shofet has suffered muchly, and needs comfort, or maybe divine medicine, or maybe just hugs.

Aschwar's smile grows so much sadder at the mention, and they nod their head once. "...there is a lot more. They have hurt...lots." For the first time since Gurashi started talking, they look up at Ixchilgal and you. "I bet the Beloved know, almost as much as me. They were here to see it, and feel it...not just learn it through the Book, like me."

Ixchilgal tilts his head backwards and draws his arms up, delicately weaving threads of burning illusion into the shape of an all-seeing eye, which he leaves floating darkly above his head.

Softly, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "Mm .... yeah ..."

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "And, think that is party why maybe are so angry."

Xenthos claims the Gleaming Coronet of Effulgent Glory from the Domotheos of Life.

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "Because when you are hurting, it is hard to know how to react."

Gurashi twiddles his thumbs.

Ixchilgal fluidly waves his arms about his body and you notice that with each pass pieces of misty-purple phantom armour are revealed.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "Sometimes when you hurt, you lash out, yes yes."

Gurashi nods his head at you.

Resolutely, you say, "But we can be there to help, once the lashing out is done, or during, or...to be there."

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says to Aschwar, "I have heard many lovely tales about the Shofets! From the Before-Shofets, because there are other Shofets? I do not know. And I think that This Shofets must also be good."

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says to Aschwar, "Just... hurting."

Acknowledging Gurashi's point to be true, you nod your head gravely at him.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say to Gurashi, "The Shofet can take on many forms. I think like you being a human sometimes, only not skin deep. You know?"

Glowing in tune with her words, you say to Gurashi, "But since They are hurting, maybe not currently. Too much hurt."

Aschwar nods their head, even though it is clear in their eyes they are not fully understanding. "It is why I am here. I am Their best friend! And They love the Beloved too, just as much. They just...the Beloved have to do even more than me, because of that Portal thingy."

Smiling tiredly, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says to Aschwar, "Is the burden of destiny, yes!"

Gurashi's gaze drifts back to the table, and he looks quite sad.

Solemnly, you say, "We go through the portal and then...feel compelled to do many things, maybe. Too many, sometimes."

You think to yourself: At least, I did. I don't remember before though.

Aschwar gently squeezes Gurashi's hand, smiling softly at him. "Friend Tsakali says...it is okay to do something, just because you want to. Destiny is very bad, sometimes, and it is good to not follow destiny."

Gurashi looks up at Aschwar suddenly, eyes widening.

You think to yourself: I think it was, following your own path.

A wave of comfortable serenity washing through the room as they speak, Aschwar says, "It is our choices, and what we choose to do with our lives, that make up our Will. It is what makes us special. It is why the Shofet is a Divine of Chaos. Because in chaos, you can choose whatever it is you would like to do."

Showing that you understand, you nod your head slowly towards Aschwar.

With a soft smile, Aschwar says, "Like running away from home, and saving a friend, and coming to a whole new world, where you meet so many new friends. And find a new home. And don't get hurt like you used to."

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "And can change, if you'd like. Forever. Or be an island of what you are."

Gurashi nods finally, slowly, squeezing the tae'dae's paw back gently in response to the words.

Gurashi smiles weakly.

Aschwar says, "It is okay, to look at your destiny, I think, and say no thank you."

His eyes slowly starting to shine as they fill with tears, Gurashi nods, speaking as if in a daze. "... I would want to help the Shofets, too, yes... but, oh, my -home-..."

You think to yourself: Or be oblivious that you might have had one.

Ixchilgal finally speaks, slowly, apparently trying to pick his words carefully. "We are...not always a good friend. When it comes to hurting, we're usually better than giving than taking away. Even when we try to do good, we often find ourself way off target. We think..." He frowns, clearly having trouble finding the right word for a moment. "We think that maybe it's enough to try and be a friend, even if you don't manage to be a perfect friend."

You have emoted: Shulamit nods slowly at Ixchilgal, glowing an understanding shade of saffron.

With a soft smile, Aschwar says, "Your home is a very nice place. It is pretty, and filled with nice people, who are your friends. And even...your family."

Weakly, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says to Aschwar, "The Glomdoring -saved- me..."

Aschwar does not say more than that, tactfully silencing themself before they can say anything that might influence Gurashi or hint to him as to their personal opinion.

Warmth flickers across your body, buffeting you with waves of heat until fire crowns your head in a brilliant halo.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say to Gurashi, "It is a strong place! I think you can have multiple homes. Maybe? It feels like you can, in my heart. That if I left Gaudiguch, and found a new home, I would also always have a home among the order."

Gurashi swallows hard, looking about as a bit of red flushes to his cheeks and ears. "...I-I don't -want- to leave the Glomdoring though."

With a gentle smile, Aschwar says, "The Shofet saved me. But...They love me, and told me that if I needed to go somewhere else, or just...be different, then They would let me. They saved me, and gave me a life, but They told me it was not...Their life, it was mine."

Glowing in tune with her words, you say to Gurashi, "Oh! I was not saying you had to! Or should! Oh no."

Nervously, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says to you, "O-O-K! S-sorry!"

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says to you, "Misunderstood! Gosh!"

Glowing in tune with her words, you say to Gurashi, "I would never ask you to leave the Glomdoring, no no."

Quickly, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "I do not want to leave the Glomdoring! Ever, never ever! They will have to pick me from the garden like a bad carrot!"

Confused, you say, "Mushy and off white?"

Aschwar shakes their head, then nods it in agreement with you. "Then you do not have to."

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "You would have a home in the Glomdoring, and a home amongst the Beloved. The order? Words."

You have emoted: Shulamit nods sagely, glowing a soft green colour.

Gurashi huffs, then quickly pulls his hand from Aschwar's paw, covering his face. His voice comes miserably through his fingers. "The Glomdoring doesn't -let- us worship gods that are not the Lady of Roses or the Lord Silence or Lord Predator or Mister Manteekan."

Voice still muffled, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "So even if want to help the Shofets more than -anything- in the -whole- wide world would have to at least -ask- first."

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "They don't? That seems very mean of them."

As the sun's rays begin to break over the horizon, a slender leothin's amaranthine visage begins to fade back to a soft gray, wings dissolving like mist with the morning light.

You have emoted: Shulamit ponders the problem, rolling it around her head as she tilts it this way and that.

Voice still muffled, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "Id idn'd frr."

Aschwar does not withdraw their paw, but they do look down at the table with a small frown. "That...does make it very tricky. But...if you do not ask, you do not know what they will say. You are very nice, and they could say yes! Your father is very nice, and so is your family!" They go quiet, the encouragement in their voice a tad weak and they slowly withdraw their paw, "I...do not want you to be sad, though. And whatever you choose, I think it should be your choice."

You have emoted: Shulamit nods at Aschwar. "Perhaps your dad would see how much it would make you happy. I think he likes making you happy. Good dads do."

You nod your head sagely at Gurashi.

Gurashi lowers his hands from his face, his cheeks red and eyes watery. "Mm."

Catching Aschwar's expression, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo exclaims, "OH! Friend Aschwar!"

Urgently looking to those present, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "I .... want ...."

Aschwar looks up with a soft smile towards Gurashi, nothing but gentle encouragement on their face. "Yes?"

You have emoted: Shulamit smiles softly at Gurashi.

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "... oh - dearest friends - want to help so bad. Want to help the Shofets. But I -have- to ask."

Weakly, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "The Glomdoring has given me everything, and so it would not be right of me to do something without honoring its opinion about it too."

Gurashi sniffles softly.

Ixchilgal creases his brow in a frown.

You have emoted: Shulamit nods slowly. "I understand. Then I will hope they are good and kind and see how much it would make you happy."

Suddenly, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says to Aschwar, "I love you!! So very much, Friend Aschwar!" He turns to look at Shulamit, slapping his hands on the table. "You too, Friend Shulamit!"

You think to yourself: I think that paradigm is one I will have to focus on very hard.

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says to Ixchilgal, "Please do not be offended! I do not know you so well - but think I like you!"

Lord of the Powerblock, Ixchilgal Mes'ard, Mr. Grumpy Face says, "We understand. We're difficult enough to like, especially once you get to know us."

You peer at Ixchilgal, eyes narrowed as you glow a suspicious shade of slate grey.

Gurashi boggles at Ixchilgal.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say to Ixchilgal, "Lies about yourself! You are very easy to like."

You nod your head gravely in acknowledgement of the point.

Shadows swirl around Gurashi's arm as the Fingerblade of dha'Wyrden-cree shifts and turns around his hand.

Aschwar smiles softly and says, "I love you too, Friend Gurashi. It is why you are Beloved, to me, no matter what. But...I cannot say much more, because it would not be right. Because I am a Priest, now." They softly ask, "But...promise me one thing?"

Gurashi tilts his head to the side in confusion, looking back up at the tae'dae. "Oh, of course! Friend Aschwar, anything!"

Aschwar fixes their gaze firmly on Gurashi and says, "No matter what happens, you will make sure that what you choose to do is because you want to do it. Even if you think it will make me, or Missus Friend Shulamit, or Friend Tsakali, or the Shofets very sad. I care more about making sure that you are happy."

You have emoted: Shulamit tilts her head and listens to Gurashi and Aschwar.

You nod your head at Aschwar.

Acknowledging Aschwar's point to be true, you nod your head gravely at him.

Showing that he understands, Ixchilgal nods his head slowly.

Gurashi returns Aschwar's gaze, his shoulders sagging a little. After a silent few moments, he nods curtly, sniffling. "...of course, my friend." He smiles, weakly. "Choosing to love a Divine is very big business."

You think to yourself: Like my children marrying out and being silly. I'd rather they were happy.

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "Is why is taking me so long... just want to be able to love Them -so- much and know it yes."

Gurashi glances askance.

Aschwar asks, turning in their seat, "Do you need another hug, Best Friend Gurashi?"

Looking down, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo asks Aschwar, "Oh... you are comfortable again with hugs?"

Gurashi looks back up ponderously at Aschwar, rising from his chair slowly.

Joy suddenly washes over you in waves, your entire body glowing a cheerful shade of citrine yellow.

Aschwar stands up and says, "You are my very bestest friend. So of course you can have a hug!" They extend their arms out wide, looking down at Gurashi with a brilliant smile on their face as their eyes shut closed with glee.

Gurashi pushes his chair out, letting his folded leg fall so he may stand up straight. He stares at Aschwar, then closes the short distance between them, throwing himself into the tae'dae and burying his face in their chest. He stands on his very tip toes to reach their great height, even seated.

You have emoted: Shulamit glows a bright indigo colour, watching Gurashi and Aschwar hug.

Aschwar laughs lightly and pulls Gurashi close, letting him disappear into their fur much as the Shofet has in the past. "It is okay. You will always be my friend, Gurashi." He turns towards you and gives a strange smile, then looks to Ixchilgal and nods, returning his head to looking down at Gurashi's hidden form before the exchange can be noticed.

You think to yourself: Maybe they are upset with me, because I might have changed the dynamic. But it would not improve unless something was sad?

Gurashi squeezes Aschwar tighter, best he can though his hands don't come close to touching.

You think to yourself: Said, self. Words.

You have emoted: Shulamit hums softly, glowing soothing shades.

Black sand streams through the room, a short amount that wraps in a serpentine fashion around Aschwar's neck before retreating. The scent of cayenne, briefly overwhelming, fades with its passing, leaving only the scent of pastries and honey to overtake after.

You think to yourself: I am unsure entirely what to think of the sand.

Aschwar smiles sadly and gently releases their grip on Gurashi, stepping back as they say, "The Shofet is back from Their trip, and They need me. But...you should stay here, and have fun, and enjoy your tea and nice food! I am sorry I cannot stay for it."

Gurashi slowly sinks back to stand flat on his feet, pulling his face from the tae'dae's fur and glancing up, tilting his head.

You have emoted: Shulamit nods slowly at Aschwar. "It is important to be there for Them, yes yes."

You have recovered balance on all limbs.

Gurashi shakes his head quickly. "It is O-K. Am glad They are... back. Ah - tell Them I said hello...?"

Gurashi nervously taps his fingers together.

Aschwar says to you, "Will you make sure Best Friend Gurashi leaves with a big happy smile, and no sadness?"

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo asks, "And that hope They have a nice day?"

Gurashi says this through clenched teeth, tilting his head.

You nod solemnly to Aschwar.

Aschwar turns and nods affirmatively at Gurashi, awkwardly separating their claws as they flash the victory sign. "I will, promise!"

You pick up a rock candy cup cake.

You have emoted: Shulamit presses a small cup cake into Gurashi's hand, making sure to not squish it.

You give a rock candy cup cake to Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo.

Gurashi's gaze softens as he smiles at you.

Gurashi nods, reaching up to wipe at his eyes and taking the cup cake carefully. "Thank you. All of you, yes."

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo exclaims to Aschwar, "Am loving you! Be well!"

You have emoted: Shulamit starts to hum softly, colours shifting through a rainbow of softened hues.

Gurashi lifts an arm to offer a wave and a big, teary-eyed smile.

The scent of honey becomes overpowering and you get one final glimpse of Aschwar waving farewell before a flurry of golden sand swirls up around their form; which they dissolve into a moment later before fading into nothingness.

Gurashi suddenly gasps, stuffing the cupcake into his mouth to form his hands into the shape of a heart just as the tae'dae vanishes. "Ahhhhhh," He says into the confection.

You have emoted: Shulamit watches as Aschwar leaves, glowing the same colour as the golden sands.

You hug a Liar lyre compassionately, glowing shades of pearl.
Hands unclasping from the crossbar of the lyre, the Liar wraps petite paws around your neck, the two of you glowing a soft golden colour together. After a moment, the Liar pulls away, grasping once again at the crossbar of the lyre, stilling into motionlessness once more.

You have emoted: Shulamit reaches over and gently pats Gurashi on an arm, glowing soothing shades once more.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "Happy things...oh! The tea set glows! I'm not sure you saw when it was dark. Very faintly."

Gurashi sniffles, then looks at you, as if suddenly coming to. "Oh!"

You nod your head sagely at Gurashi.

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "...oh! My gosh."

Gurashi turns to look at the tea set, now seeming a little bedraggled.

Soothingly, you say to Gurashi, "We'll always be here. And so will food. If either help."

You nod your head sagely.

You think to yourself: I'm...sometimes at a loss for words on how to cheer someone up, especially since it was my question that made them puffy.

You think to yourself: Humans get very puffy.

Gurashi gently spits the in-tact cupcake back into his hand, a ring of frosting around his lips. "Ah... ah! I also brought food... but didn't want to be rude..."

Gurashi tentatively sticks out his tongue and licks a rock candy cup cake.

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "Mm..."

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "Oh - here!"

Bizirik's head begins to droop. It opens its great maw and curls back its lips to allow its forked tongue to unfurl as it yawns before snapping its mouth shut.

Hurriedly, Gurashi gives a slice of orange-glazed vanilla cake with chocolate ganache to you.

With a gasp, Gurashi gives a slice of orange-glazed vanilla cake with chocolate ganache to Lord of the Powerblock, Ixchilgal Mes'ard, Mr. Grumpy Face.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "Oooo, fancy cake."

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "Mm!"

You put your nose over a slice of orange-glazed vanilla cake with chocolate ganache and inhale.
Bright citrus notes twine with decadent chocolate, with floral vanilla undertones only serving to enhance the delicious aroma of the cake.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "Ooo, citrus and ganache!"

You tentatively stick out your tongue and lick a slice of orange-glazed vanilla cake with chocolate ganache.
Fruity citrus notes of orange glaze dance upon your tongue.
It is moderately nutritious.

You quickly devour a slice of orange-glazed vanilla cake with chocolate ganache.
Sunny citrus flavours blossom upon your tongue as the glistening glaze
melts away, giving in to soft cake and rich chocolate ganache. Floral
notes of vanilla accentuate the delicious mingling of orange and
chocolate as the buttery cake body breaks apart in your mouth. Each bite
of the cake leaves you eager for more until you are left with only
crumbs of cake and dollops of ganache.

You nod your head sagely.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "Citrus and chocolate seem like an excellent combination."

You nod your head gravely in acknowledgement of the point.

Gurashi beams broadly.

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "Oh! Yeah! I made a platter, yes? It was coincidence - my chocolate oranges..."

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "The orange thieves like them too! I meant to make more..."

Gurashi looks down at the table, huffing.

You nod your head slowly in understanding.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "I should add more orange desserts to the mix for the thieves."

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "I have some orange ice cream inside a hollowed out orange bowl, very fancy."

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "But more is always better."

Gurashi's gaze softens as he smiles.

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "Mm! Am trying to do the same with lemon!"

You nod your head emphatically.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "Citruses!"

Ixchilgal shakes his head.

Lord of the Powerblock, Ixchilgal Mes'ard, Mr. Grumpy Face says, "No, thank you. We rarely eat."

A wry smile spreads across Ixchilgal's face.

Gurashi tilts his head curiously at Ixchilgal.

Showing that he understands, Gurashi nods his head slowly.

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "Well just because do not NEED to eat, does not mean do not have to... but respect yes yes."

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "Instead he makes thousands of noodles."

You peer at Ixchilgal, eyes narrowed as you glow a suspicious shade of slate grey.

Gurashi sniffles softly.

Confused, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo asks you, "...n-noodles?"

Glowing in tune with her words, you say to Gurashi, "Ebon noodles!"

Glowing in tune with her words, you say to Gurashi, "He's flooded the basin once more. Or maybe just flooded Aishe."

Lord of the Powerblock, Ixchilgal Mes'ard, Mr. Grumpy Face says, "It is not a matter of not needing to. We...were gluttonous in our youth."

Lord of the Powerblock, Ixchilgal Mes'ard, Mr. Grumpy Face says, "So we rarely eat when we do not need to."

You nod your head slowly in understanding.

Bizirik's head begins to droop. It opens its great maw and curls back its lips to allow its forked tongue to unfurl as it yawns before snapping its mouth shut.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "I eat to try out my creations before sending them as gifts."

You nod your head gravely in acknowledgement of the point.

Gurashi blinks.

Gurashi blinks.

Surprised, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "Oh... I LOVE to eat."

Surprised, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "Food is so -amazing- ... and is so much of it. So many kinds, and shapes and flavors and textures. Infinite. Enjoyable... Mm. Sorry! Rambling."

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "I do eat a fair deal, as you send food, and Jolanthe sends food, and Coraline sends monstrosities."

You nod your head gravely in acknowledgement of the point.

Laughing, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "Fair!"

Gurashi quickly devours a rock candy cup cake.

Lord of the Powerblock, Ixchilgal Mes'ard, Mr. Grumpy Face says, "We enjoy food, too."

Lord of the Powerblock, Ixchilgal Mes'ard, Mr. Grumpy Face says, "But...it does not bring out good things in us."

As nightfall steals the last vestiges of daylight, a slender leothin's muted coat begins to shine with a violaceous radiance, and a double pair of wings materializes, grandly extended as if they've been there all along.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say to Ixchilgal, "I will remove you from the sending gift food to list."

You nod solemnly.

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo asks Ixchilgal, "...good things?"

Glowing in tune with her words, you say to Ixchilgal, "You will remain on the lantern list."

With expert precision, you assemble a snarling ebon jackal sky lantern from a pile of vellum laid before you.

Solemnly, you give a snarling ebon jackal sky lantern to Lord of the Powerblock, Ixchilgal Mes'ard, Mr. Grumpy Face.

Giggling, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "Is a good list... oh!"

With expert precision, you assemble a snarling ebon jackal sky lantern from a pile of vellum laid before you.

With especially precise folds, Gurashi assembles a grumpy sphynx kitten origami from four sheets of vellum.

Also extremely solemnly, you give a snarling ebon jackal sky lantern to Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo.

With especially precise folds, Gurashi assembles a grumpy sphynx kitten origami from four sheets of vellum.

Gurashi clears his throat in an attempt to gain everyone's attention.

You tilt your head and listen intently to Gurashi.

Gurashi holds up the sphynx origami, then turns to face Ixchilgal, offering the little papercraft. "Behold. A grumpy friend."

Gurashi gives a grumpy sphynx kitten origami to Lord of the Powerblock, Ixchilgal Mes'ard, Mr. Grumpy Face.

With a laugh, Gurashi gives a grumpy sphynx kitten origami to you.

Joy suddenly washes over you in waves, your entire body glowing a cheerful shade of citrine yellow.

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "It is my Fitzroy! Grumpy kittengami!"

Gurashi pets a blue-eyed, steely grey sphynx kitten ingratiatingly.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "To actionorigami I love you, very grumpy kitten."

You look up into the air for divine inspiration.

Gurashi snickers softly to himself.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "To kirigamiI love you, very grumpy kitten."

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "To kirigami I love you, very grumpy kitten."

You give a horrified gasp.

Your arms fall listlessly to your sides as you hang your head and intone a disappointed "Drat."

Gurashi shakes his head.

With especially precise folds, Gurashi assembles a grumpy sphynx kitten origami from four sheets of vellum.

You take a grumpy sphynx kitten origami by the hand, draw it into you, and whisper, "I love you, a grumpy sphynx kitten origami."

Holding the kitten close to his face, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "Hello Mini Fitzroy."

The corners of Ixchilgal's mouth turn up as he grins mischeviously.

Gurashi nods his head emphatically.

Gurashi beams broadly.

Gurashi beams broadly at you.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say to Gurashi, "Oh! Wait! Another shiny."

With expert precision, you assemble an ivory egregore skylantern with butterfly wings from a pile of vellum laid before you.

Gurashi tilts his head curiously.

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "Oh!"

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "Lantern!"

Waving an egregore lantern around, you give an ivory egregore skylantern with butterfly wings to Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo.

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "Love!"

Gurashi holds up a lantern in either hand, grinning.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "It's an egregore! I'm designing other order beasts as well, eventually."

You nod your head gravely in acknowledgement of the point.

Gurashi gives a nest-shaped meringue carrying a chocolate egg to you.

"Oooooooooh!" you say to a nest-shaped meringue carrying a chocolate egg, eyes wide with wonder.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "Very very fancy meringue."

Carefully constructed from spun sugar and peaked egg whites, this
meringue has been made with a striking resemblance to a bird nest. The
construction bowls slightly at the sides, turning from white at the base
into deepening shades of brown and amber where the egg has toasted and
sugars have caramelised. The meringue is not solid, but bound by
deliberate threading to look like so many entangled twigs. Nestled
crookedly within the centre is a small, chocolate egg, no bigger than a
human thumb. This dessert looks like it should belong in a candied maple
tree.
It has 15 months of usefulness left.
It weighs 5 ounce(s).
It has been preserved against spoilage.
It has a trade valuation of worthless.
The beauteous craftsmanship of Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo radiates throughout it.
It has been stamped with the seal of The Foodfight Club.
It has the following aliases: meringue.

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says to you, "I -made- that yeah."

Gurashi gives a sliced of marbled chocolate matcha cheesecake to you.

You tentatively stick out your tongue and lick a nest-shaped meringue carrying a chocolate egg.
You break off a bit of the nest and nibble on it, teeth aching at the sugary sweetness.
It is moderately nutritious.

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "Didn't make that. Made it but not -made- it."

Gurashi strikes a pose.

You put your nose over a nest-shaped meringue carrying a chocolate egg and inhale.
Goodness, this confection smells sweet!

Gurashi ponders an ivory egregore skylantern with butterfly wings thoughtfully, looking it up and down.

<eat meringue>

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "Pretty..."

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "Like a good nest!"

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "And gooey!"

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "I have a moose lantern, awaiting review."

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "...a moose!"

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "I have one too, but, is not paper..."

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "A real live moosen?"

You glow an astonished shade of mauve, eyes boggling out.

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "More kittengami taking up all of the bookbinding cartel slots..."

Expression twisting to bewilderment, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo asks you, "...moosen?"

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "Meese?"

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "Multiple moose."

You nod your head gravely in acknowledgement of the point.

Gurashi starts giggling, covering his mouth with a hand. "Moose?"

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "Multiple moose."

You nod your head slowly in understanding.

Gurashi's gaze softens as he smiles at you.

Extremely seriously, you say, "Meese, yes."

Letting his own face grow serious, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "Mm."

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "Who gaggles on them."

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "Whole gaggles of them."

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "... do .... multiple moose, gather in gaggles..."

Glowing in tune with her words, you say to Gurashi, "Have you ever seen them, on their teetering towering leggies? Their plural simply must be a gaggle."

Gurashi slowly looks at Bizirik, the leothin, who has been piece by piece stealing bites from pastries from the table, and eating them, leaving only a few untouched.

You have emoted: Shulamit looks were Gurashi is looking, suddenly glowing a brilliant shade of silver. "Oh! You silly leothin!"

Bizirik, the leothin tosses its head, frosting and cinnamon staining the rim of its mouth as it snorts and chatters.

You giggle happily, glowing bouncing bubbly shades of pink and yellow.

You reach over to Bizirik, the leothin and itch her back.
Bizirik, the leothin stares blankly at you. After a moment its tail lifts once then thumps back against the ground with potential delight.

You have emoted: Shulamit looks over her hand after petting Bizirik, the leothin, making sure no frosting got on her.

You nod your head sagely.

Gurashi chuckles long and heartily.

Placing a hand over Gurashi's hand, you say, "Feeling a bit better, yes yes?"

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "We also give hugs, not as good, but very glowing."

Gurashi shakes his head, then reaches up, cupping his own cheek with a hand. "Mm... mm. Yeah." He takes your hand as she reaches over, squeezing it. "Yes!"

You nod your head gravely in acknowledgement of the point.

You nod your head gravely in acknowledgement of the point.

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says to you, "Am full of lots of big feelings, and ... kind of want to go home to think about them. But."

Gurashi ponders a ceremonial Undervault themed tea set thoughtfully, looking it up and down.

Lord of the Powerblock, Ixchilgal Mes'ard, Mr. Grumpy Face says, "We don't hug."

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "I want to use this soon."

Gurashi suddenly cants his head and narrows his eyes at Ixchilgal, peering at him suspiciously.

Bizirik's head begins to droop. It opens its great maw and curls back its lips to allow its forked tongue to unfurl as it yawns before snapping its mouth shut.

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says to Ixchilgal, "You should."

Gurashi looks suddenly to you, face lighting up as he smiles brightly at you.

Extremely confused, you say to Ixchilgal, "I hug you constantly."

Glowing in tune with her words, you say to Gurashi, "Perhaps when you speak with your father! A soothing tea might be good."

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says to you, "Will you come to a tea party with me and Friend Aschwar and other peoples soon? I will organize it! Somehow."

You nod your head sagely.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "Or that!"

You nod your head emphatically.

Gurashi's gaze softens as he smiles at you.

Gurashi nods his head emphatically.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "If I am awake, I will, yes yes!"

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo asks, "Why not both...?"

Gurashi tilts his head curiously.

Gurashi beams broadly.

Acknowledging Gurashi's point to be true, you nod your head gravely at him.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "Very good point. Both is good."

Lord of the Powerblock, Ixchilgal Mes'ard, Mr. Grumpy Face says to you, "You get to touch us. Most people do not."

Bizirik's head begins to droop. It opens its great maw and curls back its lips to allow its forked tongue to unfurl as it yawns before snapping its mouth shut.

Gurashi tilts his head curiously at Ixchilgal.

Showing that he understands, Gurashi nods his head slowly.

You nod your head slowly in understanding.

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says to you, "Think am going to... go home for a little bit? Want to think... about things. And what to say. And how to say. And who to talk to."

Gurashi frets over everything that might go wrong.

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says to you, "I do not want to make Friend Aschwar sad."

Glowing in tune with her words, you say to Gurashi, "Do not worry. Whatever happens, we will be here."

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "The Lady of Roses might eat me? Or Xenthos would be sad - I do not want to make Xenthos sad - he's been trying to make me follow Lord Predator for ages. Hah!"

Glowing in tune with her words, you say to Gurashi, "I'm sure they will understand completely."

You nod your head gravely in acknowledgement of the point.

Gurashi's eyes raise to the heavens as a look of hope flashes across his face.

Gurashi nods his head emphatically.

Ixchilgal gives Gurashi a respectful salute.

Gurashi huffs softly, looking around the room, finally smiling.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "Does Lady Viravain eat...people? She just flicked me off a mountain once. No nomming."

You nod your head gravely in acknowledgement of the point.

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "This was nice. Many thank yous for inviting me."

Gurashi's eyes widen as he stares at you.

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says to you, "... a.... I do not know."

Gurashi ponders you thoughtfully, looking you up and down.

Gurashi shakes his head.

Lord of the Powerblock, Ixchilgal Mes'ard, Mr. Grumpy Face says, "We prefer to remember the Lady Viravain for the time she painted our taint wyrm."

Glowing cheerfully, you say to Gurashi, "Thank you for coming. It's been a delight."

Gurashi nods. "Thank you! I ... peoples said that because Gaudiguchs hated us now I couldn't come but."

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "Am here!"

Gurashi strikes a pose.

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "A relief."

Gurashi's gaze softens as he smiles.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "It's all good, yes yes!"

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "Love you guys! Yes. Very much. Am going to go home now."

Gurashi wanders about the table, leaning down to hug you about the shoulders. "Thank you Friend Shulamit."

You have emoted: Shulamit hugs Gurashi suddenly, glowing cheerful shades of pink and yellow. "Be well!"

You have recovered balance on all limbs.

Gurashi beams broadly.

With a loud yet playful whistle, a mechanical dirigible comes puttering in on currents of air, its metallic claw grasping a heart-shaped peppermint whoopie pie, which it quickly deposits in your hands.

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says to Ixchilgal, "Take care!"

Gurashi waves goodbye.

A mechanical dirigible bobs up and down on the air currents before jets of steam erupt from several of its valves, then putters off.

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "Oh..."

You wave goodbye at Gurashi.

You blink.

Gurashi looks up suddenly, canting his head, listening...

"Uhh..." you stall.

<peer at pie>

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "Oh, Jolanthe."

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "Forever Jolanthe."

You nod your head gravely in acknowledgement of the point.

Ixchilgal nods his head at Gurashi.

Softly, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "Shofets.... ah - O-K."

Gurashi nods his head emphatically.

Gurashi quickly bends at the waist to offer a polite half-bow.

Gurashi waves goodbye.

Voice bright and clear, Gurashi An'Ryshe, the Crescendo says, "Bye! Be well!"

Gurashi drifts southward, trailed by the hauntingly beautiful notes that dance upon the air.
With a playful chirr, Bizirik turns sharply and scampers off to the south.

You have emoted: Shulamit watches Gurashi leave, sucking on her teeth thoughtfully before turning to Ixchilgal. "Let's hope Xenthos loves Gurashi very oodly muchly."

Lord of the Powerblock, Ixchilgal Mes'ard, Mr. Grumpy Face says, "It might not be just Xenthos' decision."

Lord of the Powerblock, Ixchilgal Mes'ard, Mr. Grumpy Face says, "If it is a rule of Glomdoring, then..."

Ixchilgal shrugs helplessly.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "It might not. But he'd have some sway, right?"

Lord of the Powerblock, Ixchilgal Mes'ard, Mr. Grumpy Face says, "He may eed to convince the whole Shadow Court."

Lord of the Powerblock, Ixchilgal Mes'ard, Mr. Grumpy Face says, "But the Glomdoring is not known for being reasonable."

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "Then let's hope the entire of Glomdoring loves Gurashi oodly muchly. I know they love him a lot."

Lord of the Powerblock, Ixchilgal Mes'ard, Mr. Grumpy Face says, "We would not get our hopes up."

Glowing a concerned shade of silver, you say to Ixchilgal, "I knoooow."

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "Well, I will just have to ponder such paradigms while resting. This has taken much out of me."

You hug Ixchilgal compassionately, glowing shades of pearl.

You ponder the situation.

Ixchilgal gives you a peck on the cheek.

You nod your head sagely at a heart-shaped peppermint whoopie pie.

You look up into the air for divine inspiration.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "Ah, news."

Lord of the Powerblock, Ixchilgal Mes'ard, Mr. Grumpy Face says, "Oh, Aishe finally posted."

Lord of the Powerblock, Ixchilgal Mes'ard, Mr. Grumpy Face says, "Promised months ago."

You nod your head emphatically.

Glowing in tune with her words, you say, "And now, to rest."

You stretch languidly.

You grow still and begin to pray silently for preservation of your soul while you are out of the land.