Reluctance

Within a serene glade.
The expense of the mystical forest takes pause here as it opens up into a tranquil, aged glade of
light and colour. At its heart is a long tableau of white marble, gleaming in the light with its
mirror-polished surface. The joyful song of birds lends the area a serene atmosphere, their
colourful feathers dancing among the blossoming flowers carpeting the small hill. Four pillars of
sand flow onto a bed-sized slab of white marble which rises from the ground, surrounded by a nimbus
of domotheon energies. Resting peacefully in repose upon the healing mound, the cocooned figure of
the Goddess Li-varili is kept vigil by the gentle light of twinkling domothean crystals. Wreathed in
aurulent ivy, a pristine healing mound gleams invitingly. Long tresses of emerald vines extending
down her back, an ivy fae stands here, her downcast gaze demure.
You see a single exit leading west.

You drop a pure white magnolia blossom.
Boundless light flows forth from a pure white magnolia flower in its descent, floating gently
towards a cocoon of light bearing the Goddess Li-varili in a swirl of soothing energies. The
entirety of the healing mound illuminates in answer, drawing strength from the offering.

The Goddess Li-varili stirs gently in Her repose, the illumined scars upon the length of Her body
fading somewhat as the light of the magnolias shines amidst the slow, gradual process of healing.

"Allow Me to thank you for your part in this healing ritual, Avaris," the calm, feminine voice of
the Empyreal Goddess whispers to you through the aether, before dissipating in a whirl of starlight.
You feel your health expand as the healing power of Lantra, the White washes over you in gratitude.

Staring down at the supine form of the somnolent Goddess, Avaris's expression is
unreadable. His lower left hand drifts to brush the cruel tip of clawed finger along the grip of one
of his sheathed blades, the gesture thoughtful.

You think to yourself: "Again, You are weakened, and more able to be put down like the maddened
beast You have become. Again, I lack the power to do so - This time, however, even if I had, I would
not."

Avaris's finger slips down to brush against the smooth surface of the ampoule that
rests upon his hip, breathing a slow, weary sigh.

You think to yourself: "If only because of Her. You do not deserve this mercy, in my eyes. Be
thankful, then, that You are not subject to my judgement."

A pair of ivory angel wings rapidly flutters, then carries you up into the skies.